He was tall. Very tall. His hair hung in front of his sharp brown eyes and a small smile played on his lips.
He was wearing a dark brown army uniform with black boots. There were gold straps on his shoulders and medals hung on his chest. He looked quite proud about the numerous awards there.
They were in a field of golden straw that seemed to shine in the searing hot sun streaming in from the cloudless blue skies above their heads.
She was wearing a very light pale blue dress that was tight at the waist then flared out.
Her eyes were a grey/blue colour, but more grey than anything else. It was uncommon but breathtaking at the same time. Her hair was long, soft and copper in colour. Another uncommon thing about her.
"You came back," she tried to say, but no words came out.
He walked towards her and she felt moisture on her cheeks as her heart felt as if it were about to burst from the love for the man that was walking to her.
He stopped just a few feet away from her and then his sweet smile that could make her swoon turned into a frown that broke her heart.
"I thought you would wait for me?" he asked confused. He was no longer looking at her, but at something or someone that was now behind.
The woman, confused as well, turned her head to see the reason her love was so sad now. There stood a man behind her with a grey almost ash-like complexion and inhuman beauty. His eyes and hair were pitch black and evil emanated from him.
"Her soul is mine now…for the rest of eternity," he whispered in a sickly sweet voice.
Then, as it had so many times before, the once blue skies above them turned black, the golden feet beneath their feet turned to ash around them and the woman's beloved dropped the ground covered in blood.
Then she woke up screaming.
"Have a nice dream?" asked the familiar sickly sweet voice.