A/N: All right, stop glaring at me and wanting to spear me alive. I'm a bit depressed now and this idea hit me while listening to a song, although the song had nothing to do with it. Anyways, I had to get away from all the happy-cheery-perky-always-light stories. So yeah. Please don't get all mad at me and give me your frustruations - read this one-shot with open eyes and pretend this is just a story you stumbled upon and not by an author who still has to update other stories.

Summary: "You promised me forever," I whispered brokenly as I stared at his dying face. "You promised me." – All fairy tales don't end with a happy ending. Angst.

Disclaimer: I don't own fairy tales.

Claimer: This story is mine.

May be a bit confusing...sorry.

REVISED SOMEWHAT: I've added some parts - like on who and why they were battling - and fixed some mistakes. I also changed the ending so check it out and see if you prefer it to the old. Please tell me about any grammar mistakes you find!

Promises of Forever

Part One

We were suppose to live happily ever after; isn't that the rule of all fairy tales? Aren't you suppose to go through all the worst stuff before getting to have your happy ending? All the books showed it, the happy couple going off to live their happy ending.

It never said anything about your prince dying.

I stared at his pale face. The battle was going on around us – a battle we were suppose to triumph in, against a land that wanted to conquer all the lands for its own evil doings. But by the sounds of it, we were losing. We were losing the fight against evil, a fight good was always suppose to triumph in.

Where was our happy ending?

"You promised me forever," I whispered brokenly as I stared at his dying face. It was full of agony and pain – but it wasn't all from the chest wound he had received, a fatal blow delivered from a deadly sword. The man who had wielded that sword laid dead, a sword in his chest, delivered by my hands to save my love. But his face was so pale; the treacherous thought that it was too late flashed through my mind before I forced it away.

"You promised me."

He reached a trembling hand to my face, his eyes already becoming unfocused and distant. "I'm…sorry…" he managed out. His words broke at my heart; it wasn't his fault he was leaving me, wasn't his fault our time was being snatched away for cruelly. Tears were in his eyes as he stared at me sorrowfully. "I'm…so…sorry…"

I grabbed his hand and stared pleadingly at him, my eyes begging him not to leave me behind in this world. "Don't die on me," I whispered, my voice unsteady and choked with emotions. "Please; don't die on me. Not now; not after everything we went through."

His eyes were sad as I held his hand and tried to hold onto his life.

This wasn't how it was suppose to end. I got away from my stepfamily; I was past the deaths of my loved ones – my parents, my nanny. It was over. I was past the troubles in my life; I had found my true love and left my horrid home.

This wasn't suppose to be happening to me. Troubles were for the life I had left behind. I wasn't suppose to have any more pain.

The blood was oozing out faster, leaving my shirt soaked with his blood. He was losing too much; it was so obvious what was happening yet I refused to believe it.

I want my fairy tale ending! I screamed angrily at the fairies. Why are you doing this to me?

His grip was loosening; I tightened mine. He smiled sadly at me – the last time he would smile, his eyes clearing for a second, filling with the care and love he had always shown me. He brought my hand gently to his lips, bestowing a soft kiss to it, his eyes never leaving mine.

"I…love…you…" he whispered so softly I almost missed it. His eyelids began to flicker close and before I knew it, his hand relaxed completely until I was squeezing it tightly, the tears blurring my vision. Slowly, I allowed his hand to fall.

Tears slowly fell down my cheek as I stared at the face of the man I was suppose to spend happily ever ending with. I silently screamed in pain as I closed my eyes, bowing my head as the tears caressed fast down my cheeks.

It was an ending, all right, I thought bitterly. It just wasn't the one from fairy tales.

A/N: Yeah, short, I know. I like it though; I really think it's a nice piece on my part and that I did all right with getting the emotions.

Prince's POV will be up by the end of the week if everything goes as planned. Anything that happens that makes it impossible for me to update is out of my control; sorry. I'll try, though, to have it by the end of the week.

Please review and tell me your thoughts. Really, please do.