A Warrior's Death ( need to figure out a good title for this)
As the sun sinks beneath the mountains, numbness settles over me. I wish the tears would start to fall, but it's as if nothing has happened. The only emotion left within me is anger, a cold ruthless hatred that is burning inside me. I play back the events of the last few days, and I realize that it still hasn't hit me that Xena has truly left me this time. Those beautiful eyes that I have seen countless times will never reflect the love I feel in my heart. That's when I notice the cool touch of the chakram in my hand. I pick up the sharp circular metal and see the dark sky reflected in its surface. I raise it up to my eyes like a mirror and I can almost see blue eyes instead of green ones looking back at me.
I turn my head because I can't bear seeing those eyes again. Through the forest trees I swear I see soft black hair swish away into the darkness. My heart is playing tricks on my mind. The best thing that has ever happened to me is the one thing I will never see again. It breaks my heart to even think this thought.
By now the only light is coming from the moon. The cool air from being on this mountain is chilling me to the bone. But if I move, I feel that the small connection I have with Xena will be lost. I make my body stand up and walk away from this fountain. I turn to face it, and the water is still. I remember when Xena needed the water from the fountain to be able to have the strength to beat Yodoshi. I can't help but keep replaying memories from our last six years together as memory after memory passes through my mind. Then before I know what's happening I'm on the ground screaming and sobbing, unable to control the powerful emotions flooding through me. I don't know how long I cried because the next thing I remember light is peeking over from behind the forest trees, unlike how it set behind the mountains the night before.
Birds are singing a merry tune while flitting around from tree to tree. Small drifts of snow glisten from the sun's rays. I must've cried myself to sleep. A low rumbling echoes from my stomach. I know I should eat but food doesn't really appeal to me. I slowly gag down some bread from my pack. It's stale but at least it'll give me some energy to get off the godforsaken mountain. My eyes hurt from crying so much and they are red from the little sleep I got. Sitting on the edge of the fountain is the urn holding Xena's ashes within its dark shell.
I extend out a trembling hand. I must truly accept the death of my soul mate if I take this with me. I steady my breathing and sweep the little black jar into my arms vowing to protect it with everything I can. I place a soft kiss on the top and place it into my pack. I strap my sword, sais, and bags on, and head off into the forest in search of the harbor.