Will sat silently in his own little corner of the barn, contemplating what he knew lay ahead for him and his friends. Many revelations had been made by all of them on that final night of, well, what could he call it, freedom, life. There was nothing to say on the matter of their future, and even if there was, the young man doubted that any of the gang felt like talking again. He used to know exactly what he wanted from his life, even when he left to live in the forest as a common outlaw his dream still seemed to stay within his grasp. But it was different now, he was certain to die, and what condemmed man got a final chance to live out his dream? The answer apparantly was Will.
Djaq paced along the far end of the barn wall, not wanting to sit down for fear of falling asleep and being unconscious for the final few hours of her life. More than anything the young Saracen knew that every hour of a life mattered, and not to waste even one of them; the sudden death of her family had taught her that. However, she had already broken this cardinal rule, only choosing their final night to tell Will how she felt about him, how he was all she wanted in life, how he made her feel. She loved him truly, and this was what finally made her realise, that if there was anyone she wanted to spend her final hours on earth with, then it would be him. She looked quickly over to where he was sitting alone at the opposite end of the barn, a dazed and far-off look gracing his normally serious features.
Will was once again going over in his head exactly what had been said that very night, not because he could not believe, no, his wanting to believe what Djaq had said had made it true. But it was that he never wanted to forget it, he wanted to die with the thought that she loved him going through his head. He was so engrossed with what he was doing, that he did not even notice when the person he had been thinking about came over to sit by him. He looked up slowly, so that his eyes instantly connected with hers. The outlaw would later, much later say to a friend that they were almost undescribable, the dark hazel witholding an unknown feeling of confusion behind them, as if she was truly lost as to who she was, who she was expected to be, and most importantly, who she wanted to be.
Djaq could not believe the connection that was there between the two of them as they simply gazed into each others eyes. Ever since she had cast Saffiyah into the shadows that lay deep within her heart, she never thought that she would be able to discover what true love actually meant. Yet now, in a small barn, in the middle of a village of people who had betrayed them, she finally felt she was home, not because of where she was, but because of who she was with. These unknown feelings and thoughts that were pulsing deep within her were only interrupted by the feeling of long, slender fingers resting in her lap, and then a few seconds later them coming up to take her own hand into them. It did not take long for this young Saracen to realise that, even though she was an outlaw, in a country that was not her own, she had never felt more at home, or more content with the world as she did now.
Just felt like writing that piece, been working on it all day, and I personally think it's my best ever piece. Please review, it's taken me hours and hours to write, and all it takes is 10 seconds of your time to tell me what you think. Thanks.