Author's note: Hello folks, this is my first fanficiton so please do forgive me if i make it many mistakes in spelling, grammar and all that stuff. Like good authors i should tell you to review my work. Please do. Thank you fore reading :)
He looked at me, with a face that showed both pride and joy. His lips parted as they took deep breaths, his muscles relaxed. although his usually neat blue hair was messy. He still looked as his he was shining. abruptly with a shout of pain, his expression changed into a more pained one. I looked down to my hand, to my own sword, my eyes followed the blade to him; his chest. His hand reached out to my cheek and stoked it gently, saying words that were barely heard through his panting.
' It's...not...your..fault..'
Gods. I feel as if there is a wall inside my head. As if it's blocking me from seeing the other side.
'What do you suppose we do with her?'
'Hmm. I don't know. But we have to do something'
Wearily I open my eyes, and have let laid on a man. He has dark navy blue hair that is combed muscular hand reaches out for mine. He wears a symbol on his left arm, I noticed. Cautiously I place my hand upon his..it's fitted perfectly. For the first time I notice a mark on my right hand. Before I could ponder about it further. He spoke with his rich deep voice that showed both authority and gentleness. With a hint of amusement at the end.
' There are better places to sleep then on the ground you know'
Pulling me up, I look at his form. He wore a sword at his side. He must be experienced in fighting. Without thinking, I blurted out something. It rolled off my tongue like I have said it several times before.
Chrom..?