"It hurts! I can't! Please…someone make this stop!" a young girl with long flowing light brown hair, wearing a flowing white dress exclaimed as she was floating in her thoughts. She was in roses turning from white to blood red, symbolizing the comrade's that have died for the family's mission and to her sorrow and guilt, her life. She was floating downwards as the thorn vines from the roses surrounded her like a cage representing the fate she can't escape from.
Shaking herself out of her thoughts, she savored the sweet warm and undying strength of the arms of the man that was now holding her. They were recovering from the aftermath of a fierce battle that had taken place. The man had just rescued her and was resting underneath a long black cloak with a large black sword next to them.
"Luca…" the woman said in a voice that could barely register for a whisper, "This battle is getting out of hand… if the enemy seems like they will win, I must ask you to kill me. You're the only one I can ask." "It won't come to that." The man with silver eyes stated as he got up and picked up the sword with his clawed hand as he slipped the young woman out of his embrace, "There is no need for you to give up so easily."
Then he started to walk away, leaving the woman behind. "Please wait!" the woman called out, knowing that he was heading back to fight again. She also knew that the fights were getting worse by the day and that there was a chance he would not make it back alive. Then he raised the large sword above his head causing it to shine in the sunlight. "I will protect you!" he announced baring his fangs in determination as he disappeared in the sunlight. In a last attempt to stop him, she reached to him but was unable to reach him. "LUKA!" she said to no avail. And with that her whole vision went blank.