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I wake up because of the voice calling my name. Miraculously, my head didn't hurt a lot. I tried to find the voice and my sight focused and locked with that Cinnabar orbs. His eyes hinted worry, I can tell by the furrow of his brows and the deepness that reflects inside.
"Gilbert…" I said while I struggle to bring my weight to sit. "W-why am I here? Something happened?"
I watched his face fall. "Something happened and you don't remember."
No, I tried to say. "You saved me."
"You were foolish." He suddenly snapped, looking directly at me. "You were supposed to stay inside."
It's my turn to furrow my brows. "Why, thank you for saving my life."
"You knew it'd be dangerous…too risky. My men was much stirred because of you unremarkable performance."
"What do you mean performance?"
"You really want to know? Is it better that you already forgot what happened?"
"I want an answer not a question." He shook his head. Gilbert was silent at a moment. "Please…" I held his hands.
Again, his eyes darted to mine, those Vermilion ones. "The raiders were the darkness that kept us moving to the light. But we kept ourselves prisoners by man's own fault, feudalism. The darkness has its advantage. They steal what they can so they continue to corrupt the power within our borders."
"I understand that if we don't fight for the light they keep charging at us…Gilbert—" I hesitated.
"The truth behind there darkness was the system. It's what caused them to do it."
"The faults of our forefathers caused them to do it."
"Yes…" he nodded. And withdraw his hands from mine. He scooted a little bit far and put his back between us.
"But—" I gave small chuckle, leaning closer and putting my hands on his shoulders. "Love, why are you telling me these things…"
"I am part of the light. That is why there are Knights to protect and to charge at the enemy. See, that is why we exist…to defend those who cannot fight."
"I fought—" he shifted. It was so fast! Suddenly, he was on top of me. "Gilbert." I whispered.
"You were the opposite. You are part of the darkness but a whole different kind."
I furrowed my brows again, clearly not getting it.
"You charged at the battlefield like any other worthy soldier…" he snickers. "And if I didn't recognize your eyes I would've thought of you as a prey to kill." He was silent again, sighed and shifted to sit beside me while lay there staring at ceiling.
"I saw you suddenly down on your knees and on instinct I search for the adversary but the Raiders are busy on their own fight. You were clutching your neck like you were running out of air—something sucking the breath out of you. I knew you knew that your death nears when a Raider notices you. Ugh!" he buried his face on his hands. "I got distracted, he nearly killed you!"
"But you saved me, Gil. I'm alive." I said softly.
He took a deep breath. "I lunged at him—that son of a bitch—and dug my sword at the back his neck. The blood splattered at your face and…and you just fainted."
"What?" I sat back up.
"You fainted." He laughs and I smiled. It's a short relief but quickly vanishes when he continued. "Then another kind darkness begins. The moon radiated not its own light but a red one," he smiled shyly. "Like my eyes. It was bloodred and all of a sudden, I felt a foreign emotion—or is it just sitting inside me for a long time, I care doth not—everyone felt it, I knew, we all stood frozen. Everyone stared at it to feel it devour them…and fill them quickly with…"
"With what? With what, Gilbert?"
"Fear."
"Fear? Why would you be afraid of...that?"
"You don't understand milady."
"Of course, I don't understand." I answered.
He faced me and those piercing eyes focused on me. "You were beautiful back then, even you wore a soldier's uniform." he brushes my long curl, the one that always hang beside my cleavage. "Your hair, your eyes…you were malevolent at that time, the power you radiated lying to those much more wicked. We won victory because of you."
He leaned closer now and slowly as a gentleman would do; he kisses me, those warm and firm lips of his, his hand caressing my face and his other hand slithering on my waist, embracing me closer. I snaked my arms around him and opened up. How would a lady of my kind ever resist a longing as strong as his? My dress began loose at the top as I breathed and moaned while working his way to my neck and plant hot kisses there. I began to dissolve and flourish my way to lie beneath him. I would first let him have his way.
He nearly drowned me of his pleasurable kisses when I heaved, "A wise man once told me that darkness is everywhere," he stopped and listened to me. "That darkness, love, was primal to the soul, lingers but light forever conquers whatever you did most foul." I kissed him passionately.
His eyes went wide. "You were the last witch…"
