A scream tore through his ears and it caused his blood to run cold in his veins. His fingers closed around the dagger and he darted to the left where a large tree shielded his figure. His breathing was rapid and he held it in for a moment, listening to any movement in the area.
Then something hit him. Something hard. He staggered forward and heard someone shout out his name. His eyelids drew downwards and he tried desperately to whirl and face the voice that seemed to care about him so much. His foot slipped on the wet mud covered with leaves and his head landed on a small pile of branches.
He listened to cruel laughter. Then the girl's voice came again and he called out to her wearily knowing the wound was already seeping blood onto his clothing. The girl begged to someone to let them go. He grunted and set his head to rise but fell back shutting his orbs in agony.
Then a painful yell. One he was familiar of. It was her. His lips parted but all he saw was darkness. He shouted again and again for her but she didn't reply. He heard nothing. The pain was throbbing from his chest but he rose to his feet unsteadily. He still saw an abyss of black. Then he felt someone touch his arm. Someone touch his chest lightly. Gently. He winced. "It's okay. I-It's me. I-It's me." The words sounded tired and exhausted.
"What happened?" His bottom lip trembled slightly and he wiped at his eyes frantically. She ran her fingers through his hair and his posture relaxed momentarily.
"He's gone, my love. He has perished, my love." She announced weakly and he felt her embrace him through the injury. Sighing, he buried his head into the crook of her neck. She smelled of iron and salt but the familiar sunshine. She was crying now, the tears drenching his worn out armor. But he couldn't see her. He couldn't see anything. His hand trembled and he pulled away surprising her.
"What is it?" She asked, her breath tingling his cheeks.
"I- I can't. I can't see Clarissa."
"What? What do you mean? But you're staring at me. I'm here, beloved." He caught the sudden concern and confusion in her voice but he couldn't explain anything.
"I don't know. Please Clarissa..." He didn't know what he was begging her for or why he was in the first place. He felt her palms against his eyelids and he shook his head repeatedly.
Then a sharp pain seared through the back of his head and he was nearly thrown over against her body in torment. She gasped and held onto him although he was much heavier than she was. She whispered something to him. She asked him what was wrong but his lips couldn't form a clear answer. All he could do was writhe and whimper to her.
Something wet dropped lightly on his cheek and he pondered what it was. Then another drop. It wasn't rain. It was her. She was sobbing, rocking him forwards and back. He wanted to reassure her that everything would be okay. But that promise would eventually be broken.
"Jace! Please do not leave. I shall bring help. Stay here." He wanted to tell her that there was no way he could actually move in the first place. The pain was now dull and when his eyelids lifted he saw nothing. His scarred hands searched the area where he lied. He felt dirt. He felt leaves. Biting his bottom lip in concentration, he propped himself up with his elbows feeling thick liquid drench his stomach.
Sweat glistened on his forehead and he threw his head back in exhaustion, yearning for the girl's warmth once again. What was her name? He couldn't recall. Then he collapsed in a puddle of crimson blood, his body limb.
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"Darling, can you hear me? Say something. Please, I beg you, can you hear me? Can you see me?" He listened to her words and felt strands of hair tickling his forehead. She must of caught on to him being conscious for she kissed his cheek and repeated that they were alright. Nothing was wrong.
He opened his eyes but saw darkness. He wanted to see the girl's face. He wanted to know where he was. "I can't see." He stated weakly.
"But- the potion- it was supposed to heal you." She sounded worried and she choked on a sob.
"Who- who are you?" The question left her in silence and then her arms were pulled away from his body. He felt somehow exposed.
"Who are you?" He repeated the question and thoughts seemed to clash in his head. He saw flashes and vivid lights but nothing was familiar to him.
"What has happened? What has happened to you my love?" She mumbled to herself and she sounded sad, her voice tinted with grief. He felt her body shaking most likely from crying and he wanted to make her feel better but she was merely a stranger to him.
Footsteps were coming near the two and he stiffened in alarm. A male voice asked the girl something. She answered after long moments, her voice no longer showing emotion. Just numbness. An emptiness that caused him to feel some understanding. She screamed to the sky, full of despair. "My love has gone blind. My love has forgotten everything. My love has forgotten me."
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A/N: Review if you wish for me to continue. Thank you. Enjoy!
