Chapter 1: Her Knight
It was white, whiter than any pain she felt, numbing, ear ringing, thought disrupting. She didn't know why it felt that way, since injuries were very common for militant groups, but not like this one: painfully and emotionally filled. She didn't know how it felt that way, maybe because he betrayed her, though the irony of her plan is brimming of it. She did know what costed her such hateful attack, what costing her this pain, costing her, her life.
She gripped the protruding blade stuck upon her abdomen "A-adam" she said as she looked at her mentor, her comrade, her friend.
Her lover.
"Why." A statement said, not a question, for the moment he stabbed her, she knew that Adam knew what her plans are.
And by the look of it he is not happy about it.
"Blake you know why" he said anger beneath his calm tone " or should I say traitor?" He finished twisting the blade making her gasp, then yanked it making her fall upon the floor, clutching her bleeding wound, as she tried to sit up, though failing as her limbs betray her because of the numbing pain, which slowly making her vision darken "Really Blake, how could you?"
"H-how co-could I? A-adam you're killing the undeserving! WE are killing I-innocents!" She said as she sat up.
"Innocents?" He asked " humans? Innocent?" Anger began to seep out overcoming the calm "THEY ARE NEVER INNOCENT!" He stormed at her "THEY WILL NEVER BE INNOCENT! NOT AFTER WHAT THEY HAVE DONE!"
"S-so? T-the White f-fang should've been better! Better than them!" She clamored.
"No Blake..." Adam said "We ARE better than them" he unsheathed his blade "Though I cannot say the same about you..." He finished, then poising the blade for a fatal strike " It shouldn't have come to this Blake!" He growled "but you left me no choice" she began to tear up.
"Any last words, traitor?"
"You talk too much!" A voice said followed by a ringing tone that sung as a blade clashed upon Adam's sword, making the owner flip to the cart behind him.
"A human?" Her executioner asked then growled " this does not concern you!" He said
She then heard her saviour replied: "I know" then she heard a blade slamming upon metal "b-but I c-cannot stand i-idle" and with that she looked up at her saviour, who is wearing an armor befitting of a Knight, and hair that is coloured like a yellow tulip kissed by the sun, with eyes similar of that of an ocean
A literal knight if she ever saw one, like it walked out of a fairytale.
It seemed that he grabbed her attention so much, for she did not hear the ramblings of her former lover clamoring her name in the distance, but in her defense, she never seen a knight.
A literal White knight.
A/N: So how did you like it? Have any complaints? Should this just be a one shot? Should this be a story? Should I just stop writing in general? Then leave a review! God knows I need some of those!
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