The Sunblade. It was his only choice.
Jeran looked longingly at his sword. It had been both companion and fellow warrior throughout many years. The handle was worn through years of use. The blade, however, still gleamed in the shining light.
Could I?
Should I?
The Faerie smiled dimly. "Are you positive Jeran?"
- - - - - - - - - -
Crystal laughed as she chased her love throughout the hills of Meridell. Tripping on a particularly rough clump of grass, she was caught by Jeran. He smiled and looked into her eyes.
It had been a few months since the resurrection. Jeran had lost not only his blade, but his ability to fight. He had to resign from his position in the castle as general. Now he only trained young recruits with dreams and aspirations of becoming knights. A great loss?
"It was worth it over and over," he whispered softy as he kissed her lips.
End.