Let me tell you a story...
There once was a red haired warrior woman... brave and mighty she stood against her foes, protecting her family and friends. She fought in countless battles with her hundreds of armour and weapons, never waving or falling.
She was somebody to look up to, all of their guildmembers counted on her...
But nobody saw it.
Those countless fights she fought every day alone... on her heart and soul. At this place, where nobody could reach her, where it was dark, cold and empty... where she stood every hour of her life waiting, fighting and crying... desperate hoping... waiting and longing.
Nobody saw the tears, silent and invisible streaming down her cheeks... her eyes always searching the horizon for this tiny bit of hope in her heart.
She would never be able to stop this fight, no matter how desperate and hopeless everything may seem. She knew that stopping this fight would mean the end of everything... of her hope, her love and her life...
He had given her a name...
He had given her a future...
He had given her something to fight for, a reason to live...
And finally he had given her something to love.
Their relationship had never been easy... and although he was a wanted criminal she could not stop this fierce feeling inside her heart and soul... she needed him to survive her countless battles. He was her air to breath... the blood in her veins, the weapon to defeat her dark demons...
He was the light conquering the growing dark inside her.
Once it occurred that our red haired warrior was tired of fighting. Feeling worn out and like an empty shell, she started wandering trough the land... abandoning her goals and family... she was nothing like she had been before, her true self replaced by some kind of zombie just looking like her. The bright light that was once her strength and will was only a mere candle... flickering and waving with every single blow.
She had no clear path to choose, no goal to reach nor a place to go. She was just walking... it was the only thing that kept her heart beating. Stopping would mean to die...
Then there was the final day where the last bit of strength left her. A soft sigh left her lips and she sank slowly to the ground.
Her eyes searched for the sun and the blue sky and a very weak smile parted her lips.
Blue... like his hair. Like the ocean. Like the sky...
Her eyes followed a bird and suddenly she wished for wings carrying her up into this oh so blue sky... just to be a bit near to him...
Then her longing and pain for this one man reached a climax and a tear left her eye. All thoughts where wrapped around him, their encounters and those small moments they where able to share... and when the final breath left her a small word was whispered...
"Jelall..."
And with this she closed her eyes.