Preface
Was this a dream? It had to be; she haunted his dreams and his mind day and night, the guilt and sadness at seeing her loving face and knowing she was no longer with him eating him up from the inside.
He tried to run to her, the angel who sat before him just out of reach, but his legs wouldn't move, leaving him stuck and tormented by the image before him. So close, after all this time, and yet, so far.
Reaching out a hand to desperately try and touch the saintly vision before him, he grabbed nothing, nothing but nothing, his empty hand just another emphasis to show how truly alone he was.
No words came out of his mouth when he tried to call her name; this was no dream, this was a nightmare. The one time he saw her without being plagued by the images of his guardian angel's death, and he couldn't move, immobilised on the spot.
She looked up at him from where she sat, her innocent voluminous eyes wrought with sorrow, her pretty face twisted into agony for what was to come.
'Please, there isn't much time! A huge danger is coming, and a Hero is destined to arise and lead the Fighting Ones to victory. You're part of that prophecy, and you must protect your loved ones! Remember your promise…'
And she was gone, the pure vision disappearing, after only a few precious seconds together. Fate was cruel; it had taken his friend away from him, years later finally showing her to him in a somewhat peaceful way, and then snatched her back, leaving him alone… Again.