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Thought/Flashback/Dream

Chapter 3

"What we do?" the question was simple.

A cry of agony was heard and the man rushed to dampen slightly the cloth in water and then rest it on the hot forehead of the delusional woman. She was soaked on sweat due the fever and the deep wounds were not improving.

"She will live?" the hands of the woman close around the sheets making her knuckles white.

The room was filled with people running in several directions; others just stared without knowing what they could do to help save a life.

"If she gets through this night she will live..." When the older man spoke everyone stopped briefly to listen to his wise words, everyone wanted to know his judgment... "We can't do anything more..."

She was losing... losing sanity. Now she was drowning, the breathing was not performed; it was like she had hands wrap her neck tightly, slowly suffocating her. She desperately needed air; air to live that would help her heart beat... She needed someone to help the heart beat...

The water around her began to change color like a stain of blood that was spreading gradually. Blue became almost green, a color that should her make remembers of something or someone.

Elmont...

The scream woke him up. His breathing was speeded, he passed his hand through his hair in an attempt to calm himself but it was in vain. As he sat on the edge of the bed, with his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands Elmont couldn't stop remembering. He dreamed with the same memory, he couldn't forget the time when the blade was buried in her chest. During the day he could escape the memory of her bleeding body falling into the water but at night... The memory haunted him, filling the ends of his mind...

Torturing him.

His fingers gripped his hair. Elmont couldn't forget that moment, when the arrow was released and buried into the flesh of the bandit had been the same time when the captor plunged a knife into the chest of Elissa. The moment Elmont closed his eyes he realized that his whole body was shaking, he couldn't control is body.

The captor, in the next moment, realizing that the body wouldn't serve the purpose he freed the princess's body by pushing her into the water, with the moonlight he saw the body, he heard his name coming from the mouth of the princess before her body clash on the water and in a fit of rage Elmont attacked.

Young Knights have it drilled into their heads... Never let your emotions get the better of you during the heat of the battle... The slightest moment of hesitation or doubt... Can mean you're life... The more experienced, however, were well aware... That if either one of their sons or friends was killed before their eyes, no matter their stiff training and discipline... Even if only for a brief moment... they became flustered... And Elmont knew that, he knew all too well but when he saw her lifeless body, he lost is head...Now, he wanted nothing more than to see her smile, to hear her sweet laughter. But he wouldn't get any of that.

When he stuck his sword in the heart of the outlaw, as the bandit had to his princess, and looking deep into his eyes Elmont couldn't stop resemble them to scared gaze of Elissa. At that time he didn't want to know what would be the thoughts of his men, the only thing he wanted was to take the life of that specific man...

"This is for her..." he spoke through clenched teeth trying to control his anger; Elmont twisted his sword and saw the cry that was never heard. Now, he could see that the man before him was nothing more than a young man; he had seen too little springs.

When he killed, Elmont felt complete but only momentarily then the void came quick, too quickly. He couldn't stop thinking of her, Elmont had given his thoughts over to Elissa many times, and now that she was dead he realized that Elissa was important to him, more important than he ever thought. He hated himself...But he still owed her one thing and that was what he had to do. That was the most important... He had to keep his promise.

Darkness...

Slowly her eyes opened up with difficulty to accept the light that walked into the room where she was. She closed her eyes when she felt the pounding very strong and painful in her head. Silence reigned in the room and she tried to open her eyes again but more slowly... Elissa scanned the room with her eyes, where she was, was nothing that she recognized, it was simple with just the bed where she was lying and a small table beside her. The light that illuminated the room came from the sun, which was coming through an open window.

She lifted her body and feel the body protesting but she was stopped by a hand that rested on her shoulder and forced her gently back to bed.

"My lady, you should rest. Your wounds are still not healed..." The man who had spoken was on his knees beside her bed. He was unknown to her but still she tried to search at the ends of her mind if she ever saw him... The robes that he had betrayed him telling to her that she was in the presence of a monk.

"Where am I?" her voice was hoarse, her throat dry and when she closed her eyes, she felt her hand trembling.

"Monastery..."

"Water, Please..."

The monk hurried to fill a glass of fresh water that rested on the table beside her. She drank and when was finished she still could feel herself thirsty, more thirsty than before if possible but denied the request of her body.

"How long?"

"Three weeks..."

"Three weeks?!" whispered surprise. Now she opened her eyes with less suffering to observe the face of the monk who was at her side, his face and eyes meant that he was slightly older than her.

"We think that you, my lady, were lost... We had been praying to you to return to our world" The monk whispered but she was pretty sure that he was screaming.

She put her hand in the forehead in an attempt to relieve the pressure she felt in her head, in that moment the door of the room where she was opened squealing causing her to close her eyes tight.

"You are awake!" the man who walked in the room noted the obvious; his voice was sweet and calm. It was verified that he was older than the first man; his face was soft and fatherly, soothing her somehow "How you feel, Princess?"

Elissa ignored the question that he made to her.

"What happened?" In her voice could be noticed the pain she felt. She couldn't remember what had happened only the pain.

"I'm deeply sorry but we know very little, just that we find your body floating in the river with a chest wound, very close to your heart... From your head was pouring blood. I can only assume that this wound was done in an impact with a rock when your body fell..."

"How you..." the force with which she kept her eyes closed rose "...How you know?" The older man smiled.

"We may be living out of Cloister but we know the royal family..."

"How long..." her voice showed more than what she wanted to, she was weak very weak. The older man interrupted her

"You must rest, we talk more later..."

By the time both men left the room Elissa tried to relax her body to rest but the thoughts of her family tormented her. She tried to recall what had happened but the only and last memory that came to her mind was the vision of Elmont, his face full of despair, she thought she had seen, while the water falls on them, clearly the blue-green eyes flare and nothing more. Then came darkness...

She wondered at the time if they would know if she was alive. She wanted to see them all. Elissa know, if they think she was dead that they would suffer, everyone differently. She felt sorry for the grief of his father who certainly would cause him or her "little" sister Isabelle, sadness that would broke her heart. Both had already lost her mother, someone who they really loved... She believed that her fiancé wouldn't do anything else but a good interpretation of the sadness that was supposed to lacerate his heart. Knew what to expect from all of them, or assume what they would do but she couldn't help but be curious and imagine the possible reaction of her faithful guardian. Wondered if he would care, feeling something beside the wounded pride of not having been able to have done his job, thinking in that way make her feel a contraction on her heart...

If he feels that way?

Elissa couldn't remember what happened to meet her actual state, in a bed with a wound in the chest and head but she believed that Elmont had done everything in his power. She passed her hand over her chest and the briefly touch made her shiver in pain; biting her lips to hide a cry of agony that threatened to escape her mouth.

Her thoughts became a storm and quickly lost the notion of them and fell asleep...

Elissa ran and from her mouth was heard small giggles when she looked back she saw her sister happy with a young man who was holding her close and the smile of Elissa widened. Isabelle was happy, she was sure she was always happy when their mother was alive but the happiness that Elissa was seeing in her eyes was different and special.

Quickly she left that joyful vision and continued the way she intended to go. She ran and ran until her vision had found the place Elissa sought, for it was her best kept secret. The place where she liked to flee and not be found... A place where she never brought her sister. When she was younger her mother had shown her the place telling her to never let to be known, she was supposed to show to her children and never let be touched. The place was to smooth for anyone to interfere.

Elissa liked the castle garden and the peace that the garden gave to her but nothing could match this beautiful spot.

She heard the soft sound of water hitting the stone, the rustle of the leaves of the trees around her and the little breeze that teased her black hair. She inspired the pure air that surrounded her and took off her shoes, gently lifted her dress and walked over to the water. Slowly put both feet in contact with the cold water and her whole body shivered with delight with the pure sentiment of nature around her.

Two hands surrounded her waist and pulled her body against a hard chest, she felt the breathing down in her neck.

"This place should be a secret..." she said amused.

"For us still remains..." he spoke in her ear and she felt sweets chills that only he aroused.

Elissa turned in his embrace in order to look deeply into the blue-green eyes.

"Now, what you think? Was worth it?" He knew very well what she was talking about. He lowered his face and his lips met hers. This was his best answer to her question and she appreciated the answer. The kiss was soft and slow without any demands or haste, full of love.

"It was worth..." whispered when their lips parted "... you are worth..."

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