The novels are far from reality, but it was at that moment that I thought about it for the first time, while before my eyes, disaster, chaos, shame and cruelty overflowed, united in one place, to remind us of the men that we are not worthy, that no matter how hard we try, there are limits that should not be crossed.
That was the face of disgrace, reflected in their eyes, eyes that did not leave the other's gaze, as if they were seeking in themselves the strength that they knew no one else was willing to give them.
I saw him try to reach his hand towards her, but the handcuffs prevented him from doing so, while gigantic chains kept him attached to the ground. She smiled, looking at him with melancholy, knowing that although it was goodbye they had no right to say it.
What was this heinous crime? What was the unforgivable sin? Was it so bad to love so hard? Was it a sin to fall in love? Apparently yes, because it was the cause of his pain and punishment.
But no one asked for forgiveness, no one lowered their heads. Both were imprisoned together, they were locked in the same cell for days, tied up on opposite walls. They only had to swear allegiance to their land again, betray each other, then one would be forgiven and the other would be condemned, but they gave up. In the end, waiting for that single exit to intimidate them enough to make the move, they were threatened, tortured, separated and finally, their execution was announced.
The horrible day arrived, the sun shining high, with force, as if no one, not even the sky, was mourning them.
They kept looking at each other in the center of that square, where he was once decorated and today, for loving her, among all of them, he would close his eyes for the last time. At least they had allowed him to die by her side.
Seeing them immersed in the gaze of the other, as if the strength they needed to bear everything was there, in the eyes of the other, I wanted to run, I wanted to stop that madness. I wanted to save them, but how? No one would listen to reasons, they didn't hear them before, and they wouldn't listen to them now.
"I love you" seemed to be the phrase that came from his lips and she answered him with a smile. He returned that gesture, knowing it would be his last.
He closed his eyes when he saw the executioner approach and she followed suit.
The blood that had splattered covered his face, but he no longer wanted to open his eyes, he knew what was happening in front of him, he knew that she had been beheaded, and he would be next. He took a deep breath and smiled, his eyes full of tears, thick and laden with pain, rolling down his cheeks. At least, he had mourned her death.
The ax made a second cut.I ran. I remember hearing the shouts of celebration for the death of the "traitor."
That day, I hated everything I had known. Well, the one who always gave his life for Demacia was murdered, by those same hands that he had cared for.
"Exemplary punishment, for those who fall in love far from home."
The same day, I left Demacia.
Luxana Crownguard.
The letter was folded again and through the window he saw what was now his new disciple. Young blood, full of hatred, resentment and desire for revenge. It would be their new weapon, when they faced Demacia again.
Hello!
I am Nozomi-chan and I hope you enjoyed this short story, about Garen and Katarina ... if their love were real, and if they were discovered ... would something like this happen? Well, except for Luxana leaving Demacia, I think they would be condemned ... but hey, I hope they enjoyed it ... A hug.