This is a little story that one of my friend wrote and she wanted me to post in on fan fic. So I hope you enjoy and review.
Tears of Peace
By: White Wolf
It's happened ever since I was little. I would wait patiently, silently.
Waiting for him. I would lie very still and never face a window; I kept my eyes closed and only steal quick, fugitive, glances out of the corner of my eye. I would wait there under my four poster canopy bed. Just waiting...hoping...no knowing that he would come soon. Every night he would come. I would listen for the door or maybe even the little window but the only way I knew he had arrived was his soft, calm, footsteps on the hard stone walls. He would walk over and look at me, I would steal a glance if I dared. No matter how o have changed even to this day and I'm sure even to this night, he still looks the very same way a before.
He would talk quietly to me even though I pretended to be asleep. He never touched me, not even to say goodbye. Sometimes he would stay for hours and other he would only stay for a few minutes. He usually caught me peeking up at him after a short time and then he would leave. I would call out for him, but by the time the words were out of my mouth he would be out of sight.
Over the years I have been able to piece together what he looks like, he has snow white hair and silver eyes that are piercing and seem to look directly into your soul. He is slim with not too much of a build. He is always sickly pale by never sick, always in perfect health. He moves with such grace that is beyond any standards I have ever seen. His voice is calm and soothing like a chime softly tinkling in the wind. His smile is loving like the sun at it gives light to the flowers to nurture and care for them. But even after all of these nightly visits and although he knows mine I have never heard his name.
When I ask a servant or a maid they all say that he is only in my dreams and is not real, for no one visits' me at night other than them. They come in to make sure that I have not died. I an afflicted with a rare disease that mot one of the healers or doctors or anyone else can help, but although they can't help I always feel stronger and healthier after I see him. I hardly get out of my bed and then when I do it is never for long. I'm so weak all the time that I can hardly eat.i know what I must look like to him, pale weak, just waiting to die and be released from this endless torture of solitude. But then I see his face and I know I must live at least live for another day so that in hopes I can finally know his name that ever evades me.
Once I do I might be able to die in peace. My poor father has had a hard and terrible time doing his duty to the kingdom without my mother, I can tell. She died shortly after my birth. I blame myself but my father says that she passed on her love and life to me so that one day I can become strong and lead the kingdom in his place. He hopes that I will get better but I just hope that he finds a suitable replacement for himself. He is a selfless king and the people love him as much as I do. That is way I want to be free of this world and go on to the next so that I can look back down on him and make sure that he is never hurt. I know I can do nothing while I am sick in this bed. I do not fear death but welcome it. I want to be held in its cold grasp.
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