ROBINS P.O.V
I died that day. She died in my arms. She died in my arms in front of that damned tree that took her life. She saves Mother Nature's life, and this is what she gets. I couldn't stand it. I was weak. For her. For her smile. She was my only weakness. And she was dead. Does that make me stronger or as weak as a rabbit? I also couldn't be the one to bring her to her family. I looked at the tree. I looked at her. She deserved to be laid down to rest in there. It was were the first moon princess could watch over her resting soul.
I picked Maria up and went into the little hut. I placed her onto the bed. Her dress was all scrapped and scratched up. I couldn't let her stay like that dead. I went into the moon princess's chest at the foot of her bed, and pulled out a beautiful, white, long dress. I know it might sound wrong, but I dressed her in it. Right there. Right then.
I cried the whole time. She was the moon princess, my moon princess. I failed her. She was dead because I couldn't keep her safe. I was so caught up with mourning her that I didn't notice that the valley was back to its beautiful state. Even better than before.
When I was done dressing Maria, I kissed her. When I lifted from were I was, I realized that I couldn't face her family. She didn't know this but, when I found her family, they were sleeping. I tried to wake them. They didn't wake up.
If her uncle found out that I didn't try hard enough to save her, he would have me killed. I decided to stay were I was. Maybe living in the tunnel would be that bad. I would be with Maria, at least.
When I finished whispering to Maria, and thinking, I went down stairs. I had a sharp rock, and something to bind it with. I was going to carve my name under hers on the wall.
I got down there, and went over to the wall. To my surprise, my name was already there. But I didn't understand why it said what it said. I read: Robin De Noir, king of the forest, keeper of the moons heart.
It didn't make any sense. It just then dawned on me why it said that, and why it said 'Maria De Noir'. I was supposed to propose to her. I was going to do it anyway. Maybe that's why I didn't fall asleep. She was protecting me and my soul. She was a better soldier, protector, leader, than any of the De Noir or merryweather name.
And she was mine. I herd foot steps behind me. I spun around. The person I saw only made the tears drill out of me more.
The person standing there, was Maria Merryweather.