She stood motionless, staring at the retreating figure of the dark hair youth with his so-called teammates. Her face was like her gem-like eyes, haughtily beautiful, yet coldly blank.
She walked into the clearing. Each movement was graceful and smooth, like the flowing water. But the precision hidden in those steps hinted the enormous power that was held in that delicate frame.
She halted suddenly before body and knelt down, unaware of the blood and dirt that stained her clothing, marring her perfection; her gaze was fixed intensely onto the face of broken body.
"Was it worth it?" She inquired softly to the lifeless body.
"Was your sacrifice worth it?"
Pale hand gently carcasses the stone cold face. The soft purple glow that gloved her hand cleansed the face of blood and grime, knitted the broken skin together. She was aware that her effort was futile; it wasn't within her power to bring back the dead. He wouldn't have wished it either.
She trailed her hand slowly along the body, mended the injuries and removing the dirt, working her way carefully as if worshipping a god. As she softly brushed off the last drop of blood, the glow faded.
She focused once more onto the pale handsome face of the man, her eyes still blank as her face.
"You promised eternity with me," voice barely above a whisper, she gently lifted his head onto her lap, arms locked possessively around the body.
"You said… You said you wouldn't leave me," the slight tremor in her voice was all it took. The cold gems were shattered by the sudden flood of emotions that raged in those ink black pupils as the trail of crystal tears glided down her smooth cheeks. She closed her eyes, unwilling to see the reality, attempted to block the torrent of emotion and pain that was over whelming. Clinging onto the cold body as if it was her anchor to sanity, the woman wept brokenly against the stiffened body of her master, her happiness, her love, her life.
She did not notice the icy sting of the rain, or the sharp slap of the wind. She held onto the body and wept out the storm that was thousand times more ferocious in her shattered heart.