Ella sat on a wooden log, her face was carefully illumitated by the fire. In her eyes you could see the outline of the fire and the figure behind the fire, Mark. Everything else was a blur. She looked up and cought his glance, and looked back down. It seemed like it had been hours since she had told him everything (she left out the part about being married to the crowned prince of Kyrria) when it had only been minutes. They sat there in silence for a few more minutes watching the fire die down. At last there was only smoke coming from the logs. Mark stood up soon after and walked twards the tent. He was stopped half way by a thin flash of color. An arrow. Ella ran to his side. Blood covered his vest. She tried to pull the arrow but, his hand stopped her. It was ice cold. Tears formed in Ella's eyes. "But.." She was stopped by Mark leaning foward and kissing her gently on the lips. "You have the most beautiful eyes..." Mark whispered as he slowly fell back and closed his eyes. A cold gust blew across Ella's face. She didn't need to look at his unrising chest to know that Mark was dead. "I love you." She whispered to him. The wind carried away her words and mixed them with the autumn leaves.

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