My goodness, this has got to be the wost story I have ever written. Oh well, here goes nothing. Reviews are appreciated.

Do you remember? Together, we've collected chestnuts from under orange leaves in autumn. We've tasted the first snowflakes in clear winter mornings. We've danced, wearing crowns of cherry blossoms in the spingtime and counted shooting stars during the warm summer evenings.

Do you remember, Jane? Do you remember how we used to play near the lake and sail dolls in wooden boats? Do you remember how we sang together your favorite songs while your father strummed his old lute? Do you remember how, during rainstorms, I would sit and hold you close near the fire?

Alas, all that changed.

You would pester me for hours, speaking of your dream to become a knight. You no longer wanted to dress your dolls or make daisy chains. You would clink and clank around in your grandfather's armor, yelling battle cries. You were no longer the Jane I had sat with, making tiny flowers out of parchment.

I missed you, Jane.

Then, one day, you met him. To the castle, he was a fire-breathing beast who was a kidnapper. To you, he was a poor creature who desired love. He became your best friend, and you became a knight.

I know you remember the cheering of your friends. I know you recall the words of praise from the king and warm smiles from the queen. I know you treasure the memory of your first training session.

But Jane, do you remember the look on your mother's face when you pulled of your helmet? Do you remember fear and and shock and heartbreak in my expression?

Oh, Jane, you have no idea how much it hurt.

You do not know of my father, my knight in shining armor. My father, the one who was torn away, the one who was killed in battle.

You do not understand me, dear Jane. Have you any idea how much you mean to me?

Remember that you are my daughter, and I would do anything for you.

Remember that you are my love, and I hate to see you defeated.

Remember that you are my life, and the one who kills you has also killed me.

But still, you see me as an obstacle, one who blocks your way.

Please, Jane.

Remember.

...And it ends. Just like that. I'm sorry if this has wasted your time.

Well, thanks for reading, anyway!