Author's Note: Once again, I'm BORED. So… enjoy the fic, I guess… R&R please. No flames on how hopeless it is.
Mia leapt, dropping her sword, and stretching her arms towards the falling boy. The world was motionless and silent, and she felt she was moving against the world and everything on it. She caught him in her arms, and when she fell with a thud, the world resumed its pace, uncaring for the despairing girl.
Around Mia seemed a blur of roaring sound and fast-paced movement. She knew Mist had knelt beside her, using her stave to heal the wound gushing with blood that painted the boy's dark robes a terrifyingly bright crimson. She could hear her fumbling in panic and shock.
Mia lifted his head with her arm, and stared at his eyes, and he stared back. His eyes looked as though hell froze over. Once blazing red ruby shade, they became a greyish red hue. Looking into them, she started to cry. She leant forward, and kissed him, tears soaking his blood stained face.
His soft failing breathing came to a sudden halt. Mia stared for a second, and wailed. She couldn't take it. Then like a lightning bolt, it struck her. They took him. They killed him. They are the reason she was lonely.
Enraged, Mia grabbed her sword, and pierced the nearest Daein. She heard his last gasp, and he grew limp. She didn't care who she hit, as long as they were clad in that black armour, they were her enemy. She continued that berserk rage until she surpassed her own limits, and she still wouldn't stop after.
At one point, the Daeins surrounded Mia. She sliced through most of them, and as she advanced on the last one, it was her end. She had hit the enemy, but he had pierced her heart in one desperate attempt to stop the fanatical Swordsmaster. Dying, she fell to her knees, and stared at her beloved.
"S-Soren…" she gasped. Then she fell, one hand holding the bloody sword, the other reaching for her love in one last attempt to be with him as body and flesh.
Author's Note: For some insanely stupid reason, I showed this to my parents…