"Shirou— I love you."
Those were my last words to him.
I saw the happiness in his eyes.
I saw the sun blind him.
And then I left him.
Do I regret it?
No I don't. Not at all.
Because I knew we'd meet again.
—-
The soft wind caresses my skin, a cool blanket against the pain.
The leaves shade me, making my surroundings glow green.
The bark of the tree fits my back perfectly, a natural throne for the dying king.
"A dream." I mutter to myself. "A beautiful dream."
Bedivere has left to return my blade to the Lake, leaving me to await his return.
"I once dreamed I was a butterfly, but was I dreaming that I was a butterfly, or was the butterfly dreaming that it was I?" I ask myself, remembering the story Merlin had once told me.
Was I a King, dreaming about a life as a girl?
Or was I a girl, dreaming about a life as a King?
"How odd, for me to care so much about a dream."
I lied to myself, looking at the sky.
"Though…I hope I can return to that dream."
To the boy who had held my hand.
To the one who I loved.
—-
Upon Bedivere's return, I am fading.
My breathing is softer.
My mind is hazy, slipping away with every moment.
Bedivere tells me about the Lady of the Lake, and how she took my sword.
I smile and congratulate him, assuring him that he had completed his duty as a Knight.
The moment those words leave my mouth, I feel it.
The end has arrived.
"—I am sorry Bedivere. This sleep will be…a…long—"
The darkness takes me then, bringing a feeling of peace.
A feeling that I had felt only once before.
In that beautiful dream.
—-
The Knight watches his King slip away.
And yet he does not cry.
For he knows.
Knows that his King has finally found peace.
Peace that should he have survived, would have been unobtainable.
"Rest, my liege."
The Knight murmurs a prayer, thanking that person.
That person who put his King at ease.
—
The golden field of wheat.
I open my eyes.
I know this place.
Merlin spoke of it once.
The resting place of the Faeries.
A place untouched by time and space.
A world of peace within a universe of war.
Avalon.
I know the moment I arrive, that it is here I shall meet him.
One day.
—-
Time has no meaning here.
At the beginning, I tried to count.
After perhaps a dozen years, I could no longer remember how long it had been.
But it matters not.
For I will wait.
Whether it will be minutes or hours. Days or months. Years or centuries.
Even until the end of time itself.
I will wait.
For I know he will come.
—
Do I wonder what his life was like after I left?
Yes. Many times.
I thought about the hardships he must have faced. The foes he would have fought. The pain he felt.
All without me by his side.
And all because of me.
But do I regret my choice?
No.
I don't.
For this is the road he walks. The perilous, merciless road of a hero.
I never pointed him towards this path.
He chose it himself.
He knew the consequences.
The burden he would have to take.
The suffering he would have to bare.
The things he would have to sacrifice.
And he still decided to walk this road.
I will never question his actions.
Because if I do, I will never see him again.
And for me, that is a fate worse then death.
—
The nights here are beautiful.
One cannot simply have just the day.
One must also have the night.
The darkness is comforting.
It allows one to think.
To reflect.
To remember.
I lose myself in the memories.
Of those precious days we spent together.
The food we shared.
The time we spent.
And the words we spoke.
I miss him.
The wait is unbearable.
But I shall bare it for him.
For Shirou.
—
And then it happened.
I felt a shift.
A tiny shift, so small it was barely noticeable.
But then, I knew that it had arrived.
The moment I craved and yearned for.
Joy burst through my heart as I saw him.
His back was to me, no doubt looking around.
Despite the ages, it felt as if I had only seen him yesterday.
I see him turn around, his eyes meeting mine.
He begins to walk towards me.
I had waited forever.
I could wait a bit more.
—
"I'm back Saber."
Those three words are enough.
To confirm that it was truly real.
That I had not been dreaming.
That I had truly met the man known as Shirou Emiya all those years ago.
That I had truly fought alongside.
That I had truly loved him.
The feelings in my chest were bursting.
I wanted to cry.
I wanted to laugh.
I wanted to hug him, to kiss him.
But instead, I speak.
A single sentence.
But that sentence is enough.
To convey all the feelings in my heart.
"Yes—welcome back, Shirou."
—
Distance is nothing.
Time is meaningless.
The girl who waited.
The boy who searched.
The continuation of their dream was assured.
For while one's body may fade.
And their existence disappear from the minds of men.
Dreams will never disappear.
For dreams are greater then anything.
Everyone has a dream.
To be a superhero.
A magician.
A warrior.
A ruler.
It is through such dreams that we find the will to keep going.
To walk without looking back.
To take that dream, that Hope.
And eventually shape reality in its image.
The girl who was a King.
And the boy who was a Hero.
They pursued their dreams with relish.
Sacrificing everything for that single hope.
Was it not fated for their dreams, so closely entwined, to come true?
I believe so.
So rest well, heroes.
You have done well.
—-
Ahahahaha~ Another one is up! (This is pretty fun actually…)
I've edited the first one a bit, will do a bit more later.
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Daemon