He still remembers the first time he saw her. All he could do then was stare at her.
She was beautiful, her smile was bright and full of life. The shine in her eyes showed her pleasure freely. The red drops of crimson blood adorning her pale face made the sight all the more enchanting to him. As he dropped to his knees to worship this warrior goddess reborn, he trembled. He trembled at the sight of her, at the swish of her sword and finally when her eyes connected to his.
She walked next to him and brought her sword to his neck. Mocking him of being a weak, a human and all he could think about was how beautiful she was when she held life in her hands, magnificent when the gleam of death mixed with joy in her eyes. how he wished he could dedicate his life to her. Smiling she swung the sword, he blurted his confession of love. Grazing his cheek with the point of her sword, she said I know in her silent whisper. She leaned in and kissed the man
and with a flick of her wrist, he was gone, joined eternally in the blood dripping from her sword.
A small drabble that had been in my head for a couple of days now. I edited this now, as I wrote and post this while I was at work, and doing things in a rush don't work. Inspired by The Master of Discipline, written by lord of the land of fire. I recommend that you read it ^^