The sound of bodies hitting the floor had never scared her before, or at least, not at first. She had grown accustomed to it over the years, especially the years she spent with him, so it shouldn't have bothered her now. She had watched him fall before, but he had always sprung back up, maybe not right away at times, but he was never detoured. To fight another day, to save another life, to stop evil. But now, she froze in fear, real fear, because this time she hadn't been there the way she had been before, telling him how to defeat his enemies. Now she watched as her friend, the boy she had watched grow into a man not once but twice, the man she had fallen in love with, fall. Hard. And now the only thing she could offer was her screams of agony as she held him in her arms and cried, fat tears dripping down her cheeks and onto his blood soaked face. This was not the way she had it mapped in her head, but this was now reality and there was no amount of time travel or magic that could bring her fairy boy back.
