She looks into the distance,  staining her eyes to see, barley catching a brief flicker, of his dark hair, it must be he.

From above, the storm clouds roll, in the darkness of the moment, she knew what the prophecy foretold. Suddenly she knew what had to be done, under her sleeve, came her tiny hand, still covered in her ****, from yesterday's blood,She couldn't comprehend.

Mind swimming in madness, fever chills, all she can hear, a loud voice kept repeating,****,****,**** it said.

NO, She screams, but no sound came forth, cought in her chest, the bolt of a crossbow, through her back,its razor sharp blades, born.

As he lifts her small, white body, he notices,  the smile upon her lips.
My lady he whispers, as he began to understand.

With her last breath, she raised her hand, bringing it down through his back, a dagger, he knew he was dead.

As he fell upon her, shock on his face, then and there he knew he loved her, for saving him from the kings cruel fate.......... ©