Authors notes/rants:
Well, finally got this piece up. I would like to thank all the guys who read my work and reviewed.
Sorry if I took long. I have two stories in the site and mind is going dry. Not to mention the heat here at my place.
Anyway, please enjoy.
Voices.
I hear voices.
A huntress.
Hurry, he's gaining on us.
A blacksmith.
Move it. Move it. Move it.
A wizard.
We need a portal now.
A priestess.
I'll need time to make one. Cover me.
An assassin.
Here he comes.
A knight
Defend yourselves!
I hear shouts, the sound of a battle. Metal whizzing through the air. Spells being cast. A demonic laugh mocking those around me.
I open my eyes slightly. It is only now that I find out that I am being carried on the back of the knight. I was wounded, and he carried me as we escaped this terror before us.
I'm running out of arrows.
The knight turned to the huntress, then to me. Our companions were already weakened from their attacks. I could see the knowledge of hopelessness in the knight's eyes.
Take care of her.
The knight handed me over to the huntress, drew his sword, and charged at our attacker. Our companions shouted to him, telling him not to do it, telling him to go back.
He did not heed their words.
Our attacker smirked. He raised a glowing hand at the charging knight. The knight just kept on going, undeterred by the possibility of a counterattack.
I raised my bloodied arm and tried to call out his name but no sound came out.
The knight came within striking distance of our attacker. He quickly brought down his sword, intent cutting off the opponents head. The length of his claymore gave him a slight distance advantage.
Before he could land his blow, the opponent countered.
An invisible force ran trough the body of the knight. A cold chill ran all over my body. I could clearly hear bones being shattered from the inside of his body.
Before the knight's body fell, our attacker violently grabbed his head and slowly turned him towards us.
Does he intend to break our spirits? Whatever his reasons are, the sight shook me to the very core. How could he do this? How could he do this to my knight, my friend, my…
The portal is opened!
Our priestess shouted.
My companions began to scramble towards the portal. The huntress and the wizard carried me towards it.
Our attacker quickly moved to stop us. He dropped the knight's body and ran towards us. Before he could reach us, however, the knight suddenly rose and ran his sword trough the chest of our enemy.
Our attacker fell, and the knight slowly began to walk towards our portal. Blood was trickling from his mouth and had his hand clutching his side. Still, he kept on going. My companions cried out to him, giving encouragement.
He was only a few steps away when he stopped completely. The wizard shouted for him to hurry. The knight only gave a bitter-sweet smile and shook his head.
It was then that we realized the dark figure behind the knight. It was our attacker and he was holding the knight by the cape. Our attacker drew the knight's claymore from its chest and raised high above is head.
I saw the knight smile at me tenderly before…
~~//\\~~
I wake up sweating heavily. Those dreams have returned once again. After that terrifying event my mind would play it over and over in my sleep. It took me some time before it all stopped.
Now the horrors torment me once again.
I stand up from my bend and, with a lit lamp, walk across my room. I wash my face on a bowl of water and look up at the mirror. I see my reflection on my mirror. My hair is all messed up. Taking a comb I begin to brush my long brown hair. After a few minutes I put the brush down and looked at the mirror again. There, I am pretty again.
No, wait, I'm not pretty…
…I'm beautiful…
…he said so himself.
I looked a picture on the opposite wall. Two people were standing in it. One is my younger self, when I was still a swordswoman. Beside me was a knight. The knight in my dreams…
…the knight of my dreams.
~~//\\~~
His name was Jaysen. Being somewhat childish back then, I would always call him Jays. It was my nickname for him. We first met when I was just a novice and him a newly appointed swordsman. I was sobbing my eyes out after a humiliating defeat at the hands of a rocker. He saw me, cheered me up, and even gave me his sword.
Ever since, we were a team of two. I followed him wherever he went and he taught me everything he knew and would eventually learn. He, the master, and I, the apprentice
As we traveled, a great sense of admiration for Jays grew in me. He was my idol, my teacher, my big brother I never had. He was kind, gentle and very handsome. He was a wise and patient teacher, and a skilled and cunning warrior. It was an advantage, he said, that came from a hybrid training, though it seemed to me that has lasts as long as any swordsman trained for long battles. His skills have even earned him the title 'The Wolf.'
It was a long time later, shortly after he became a knight, this admiration disappeared…
…and was replaced by attraction.
He also lavished affection towards me, but I never knew if I meant to him more than just a friend, a little sister.
He would always say I was very beautiful, especially when I was younger, when I still wore a Kitty Band, but that could easily have been just plane opinions from a very good friend.
Still, there were times that made me think otherwise. Whenever it would rain or it was cold, he would always offer me his cape, even though he had the most chance of catching a cold with all the metal he wore. He would also give me gifts, from the flamberge I use now; to the Kitty Band I keep in my small personal treasure chest; to rare cards stored at the Kafra Corp.
There were even times, when we were both still swordsmen that I would unconsciously cuddle to him whenever we camped. He never minded me doing this, in fact he would even hug me close to him. I would be happy whenever I woke up like this. His body was so warm.
~~//\\~~
My reminiscing seem to invite sleep to me. I lay down on my bed again and, with one last look on the picture, put out the fire of my lamp.
I go to sleep letting my memories of Jays comfort me.