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Mystic: This is the angsty oneshot I wrote at the campground. I really don't want to post it, but I'm hoping that this might lead to a really cool assassination chapter in AT's fic, O:A. Anyway, go ahead and read it. This idea came from a dream spawned by me watching Lady Jane, yet again.
Drums sounded through the air, it's haunting tones matching with the steps of the prisoner. Their beats told of impending execution, a man charged with only one crime.
"Renzo Dominic, you have been found guilty of high treason. Punishment is death."
The man who once held host to a dangerous daemon fixed his gaze upon the sharp, executioner's axe. That blade was his reward for rescuing a frightened woman from a forced marriage to a man who would abuse her. Having his head severed from his body was to be his reward for falling in love. Shirah's reward for allowing her heart to choose? Renzo's beautiful Shirah? Lifetime imprisonment in a cloistered convent. Never again will she experience life beyond the stone walls and never again will Renzo experience life itself.
He swallowed once as a blindfold found it's home over his dark eyes. His hearing kicked into overdrive, picking up the sound of a wooden chopping block being stood at his feet. The drumming continued, alerting the common people of the death to take place. Then, a woman. A woman's sobs broke free from the crowd; Shirah. Her tears of anguish tore at Renzo's heart. Many nuns went to silence her, but to no avail. His love was alone without the one man who could protect her.
Renzo's breath quickened as he knelt and rested his neck upon the block. Cold steel briefly touched the nape of his neck before lifting high in the air.
"Shirah ... " he breathed.
The drumming stopped. Birds quieted there twirps. Onlookers caught their breaths in their throats.
Down the axe swung.
Shirah bolted up in bed, awake and in fear. Strong arms wrapped around her trembling form, soothing the nightmare away from her subconcious.
"Shirah," Renzo whispered, brushing back wisps of her golden tresses. "I'm right here. It was just a dream."
"Renzo!" She buried her head into his broad shoulder, taking in the comfort that he was alive and safe. "I thought I lost you again." Her fingers idly grazed the skin of his neck.
Renzo's embrace tightened softly to comfort his wife. "You're not going to lose me," he reassured. "What of these nightmares, Shirah? They've gotten only worse since we married and had Amy."
Her husband had a point. Since their marriage and birth of their first child, Shirah quickly became the victim of horrific nightmares condemning her dear spouse to execution. There was something in the back of her mind, in the pit of her stomach, that warned they weren't completely out of the woods. This dread fear would not go away, despite the evidence that the warrant was cleared. Fear and suspicion remained.
"I don't know, Renzo. I couldn't bear it if something happened to you."
The druid exorcist contemplated his thoughts, leaning his wife's head into his chest. His in-laws were behind this, he knew. They were angry that the warrant was removed and were making it they're duty to make their daughter's life miserable.
Maybe it was time the Turks were called in.
Mystic: Eh. Not really my best angst fic, but I think the point got across. Review?