"You do?"

"Yes, I know it seems rather sudden since we hardly know each other, but I can't help the way I feel. I told you I'm never wrong, and when I say I love you I truly mean it."

He gazed up at me with a look of surprise. Suddenly, it went away and his head fell onto the stone floor. I was scared now, and I panicked. "Are you alright?"

"I don't think so, I feel very… tired. I need to sleep."

"No, you can't! Don't give into it! Please don't…" I laid my head on his chest and began to cry very hard. It had been a long time since I had been this sad, and I didn't know how to handle it.

His breath became weak, and it sounded like he had stopped breathing altogether. I knew what I had to do. I had been told when I was old enough to understand, that I was to offer all of my power later in life. I had no idea when, but now I knew.

"Spirits of my fathers, do not take his life! I ask you; please take my power from me in exchange for his life. I give you my power, and you let him live! Please, I need you to do this for me. This is the man that I love! I am willing to become a normal person like everyone else just to save him. Spirits, take my power."

A golden light surrounded me, and lifted me off of the floor just enough to spin me. It was all leaving; there was no turning back now. My mind began to slowly fade, and I began to forget things that had happened in the past. I was still crying, because taking my power away physically hurt me more than any pain on earth. It would be like being thrown into a blazing fire. I screamed one last painful cry, and I was set back down on the floor. I lay down on the floor, and kept crying. I couldn't stop, I was powerless; I had become a normal person.

"What's wrong?"

I looked up to see Ichabod kneeling over me, looking rather worried.

"I'm in a lot of pain."

"What happened?"

"I offered every last bit of my power to the spirits of my fathers in exchange for you to stay alive. You don't know how bad it hurts to have your power removed. In fact, just imagine being thrown into a pit of fire. It's kind of like that."

"You really did that for me? You didn't have to."

"Yes I did; I wouldn't let you die."

"That was very kind of you. I appreciate it very much. Let's get out of here."

"You read my mind."

He took my hand and we went on a long walk together; the first one out of many.