Prologue
The battle raged on behind him. The blaring of words and swinging of swords was in every direction. Fires bloomed out of control, travelling upwards, creating walls, locking both armed forces inside its inferno.
'Tristan'
He doesn't know how long he had sat there holding the dead body to his, trying to revive her. Tears had stopped flowing and loneliness settled inside him.
'Tristan! Can you hear me?'
Thoughts of death passed through his mind. Life without her wasn't whole, incomplete. Revenge and death. Both were settled in his mind, what was more important? He looked around and saw his men surrounding him, looking for the next attack. His sister knelt beside him with tears to compensate for the loss of his.
'Let it out brother. Let all of it go.' She whispered, trying to force him into showing emotion and sharing the hurt.
'She's-' He couldn't get passed the first word.
Her name was on his lips, her hair being one with the wind and her heart still, with no sound and no warmth from her body any longer.
'Patience.' The sound of her name was usually a beauty he relished in but now it caused him pain in the one place that was now broken and what belonged to only her. 'I'll avenge you sweetheart.' He took a moment to collect himself, 'Then I'll join you in heaven.'
He picked up her body and walked in the direction of home. Never once faltering with her in his arms and holding her still as close to his body as was allowed. Gently laying her down on the newly cut grass and under her favourite tree in the garden is where she would rest for all eternity and never be forgotten.