So, it is done. This is the last chapter of my story: E Nomine Patres Et Filii Et Spiritus Sancti. I realy hope that you enjoyed reading it. And I hope yome of you will comment this last chapter.
I am pretty sorry that it took so long for me to finish this.
I am very thankfull for those who reviewed and left comments and critiques. Thank you all!
amen
Amen
The ships departure was in two days. So he stayed in the saloon drinking or in his little chamber not being able to sleep.
The loss he made again brought back all the memories and passion he had kept behind a thick wall.
His attire was dirty and nothing indicated that he was more than a mere wanderer.
The rosary stuck in one of his pockets, not noticed.
He didn't notice the time flowing by. His mind was busy torturing him with what he had lost again.
Then the sun rose on the day of departure. He took his little package with him and went to the port.
Everyone were occupied with something at the pier. He went past couples that kissed the last time for a long while, workers that loaded the last food and baggage on deck.
He had reserved a small cabin, he apportioned with three other men. He left his luggage there and went back on deck.
The blue eyes where cheerless as he watched the scenery before him.
A stronge breeze blew and the captain and petty officer where shouting orders so the ship could use the wind for departure.
A small action caught the attention of the young blond man. A dark haired one stood on some barrles watching him. Three swords were tied at his waist. They looked at each other.
The moment lastet for an eternity.
A pitchblack haired one apeared behind the darkhaired swordsman. And time stood still.
A soundless cry ran through the blonds throat as he saw a dagger stabbing the one he loved more than anything.
Nobody noticed the man falling down from the barrles. Dead.
The pitchblack haired one waved at the blonde, a silver cross twinkling at his wrist and a grotesque smirk on his face.
The blond didn't perceive how the ship set sail and began to move. Slowly out of the harbor. His gaze was frozen to the place where Rona stood just a few moments ago.
He remaind on deck, his gaze dulled, starring into nothingness.
The ship reached the open sea. Some sea gulls still accompanying the travelers, waiting for food.
Dawn passed by and a full moon rose up in the sky. Nobody on ship dared to bother the blond man, that stood at the rail watching the sea.
The next morning a blood red sunrise announced the new day.
The young, blond man with these sky blue eyes was gone.
The End
By phantomschmerz 2007-2012