Note: this is my first attempt at a longer chapter so be nice
Hope and Anguish
I had left a rope draped over the wall of the palace so that it would be a simple matter of climbing up a tree, jumping to the rope, then scaling the rope over the wall then I would be out of danger.
In my life nothing goes as planned.
I wasn't truly aware of where I was. I jumped to where the rope should have been. My hands only met wall. As I was snapped back to the present I kicked off of the wall and returned to the tree. I looked down and saw at least twelve armed guards around the base of the tree. If not for the fact that something far more valuable enticed me, my arrogance would have taken over and I would have fallen in a blaze of honor and glory. Instead I threw my sword amidst them. They all stepped away from it in shock. Then I jumped and landed just to the side of my sword. I pulled it out of the ground, threw it up in the air caught it by the blade and presented the handle to the guard that appeared to be the boss. A small smirk escaped my face. I explained that no one need die if I was allowed an audience with the maharajah…
And his daughter.
They took my sword and put me in shackles. Now all that was left was whether I would be allowed to look upon Farrah's beautiful face once more before my end.
The only way I'd ever known this palace was when it was in ruins. Instead it was in perfect order. Guards and peasants alike were just going about their daily business; I chuckled to myself, oh if they only knew what had almost befallen them.
I was thrown into a cell and left there. I knew that my actions earlier with the guards would not be forgotten. So I paced and paced for everlasting hours until finally sleep took me into its grasp. If you think that maybe I could find refuge in sleep, you have much to learn of pain. I was not so worthy to have a dreamless sleep; no, my dreams were of a different nature.
I was chasing Farrah; she had decided to close the hourglass on her own. I was thinking one thing as I chased her.
She could never do it alone. She couldn't accomplish what we had fought so hard to accomplish alone; I had to be by her side and with haste.
Then the dream would blur. I was entering that fated room; Farrah was just barely evading the attacks of the sand creatures who were assailing her. Then she fell. The dagger, loosely planted into the floor, the only obstacle between her and certain death. Agility far beyond my abilities sprang forth. I Rolled and stabbed my sword into the glowing abdomen of the beast that was about to strike; then I twisted around and sliced off the heads of the two remaining creatures… Before they had even finished dissolving into sand I dropped my sword and reached. I reached for the only person left in my life that truly mattered. Then the dagger slipped. My mind was screaming no no no no. She let out a gasp as I caught the blade of the dagger. She was safe; for now. I had to think and think fast I couldn't hold on for long. I let out a groan as the blade cut deeper into my skin. A change came over her face as she looked at the floor below. Then she looked up at me and whispered "kakolukia".
We were sitting in a tomb. The emptiness was advancing; only Farrah's voice prevented the darkness from closing in and taking me into its dark clutches. Then we were in a pool. The love we shared filled both our hearts as we melted into each others arms. Then our love was embodied itself in our passion. The ocean of time was calm just long enough for us to just love. I fought with all my being not to be swept back into the tempest.
I said something once. I said, "Though I may fight till the desert sands themselves were red. I could not bring back the dead." If I had only known the truth of those words back then."
Once the last syllable of that word had escaped her lips, she let go. She had allowed death to take her. Then time played a cruel trick, time seemed to hang in the balance; I watched as she fell to the floor. I tried to scream in anguish but all that escaped my lips was Faaarrraaaahhh. Then right before the world shattering thud, I was allowed a moment in that warped time to think of how unworthy I was of such a supreme sacrifice. A life that awaited me in that moment was one of emptiness and loss.
Then the dream would start over.
She could never do it alone. She couldn't accomplish what we had fought so hard to accomplish alone; I had to be by her side and with haste.
Well what do you think? Quick question how do you spell kakolukia if you know please tell me and I will change it around appropriately. Lots of thanks to videlthedevil666 I really appreciated the review so I hope this chapter was more to your liking. Please review again because I still need to improve. For those that didn't review. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Not really, but seriously I really appreciate feedback.
