With his whole body quivering in shock, he let the sword fall from his hands, and he ran.
"No, no, no, no..." Fenran dropped to his knees and blubbered incoherently. His heart was thumping. His ears were ringing. Prisoner gasped quick shallow breaths, blood seeping from her wound. He was scared to touch her. As if touching her would provoke death. He closed his eyes hard. Nauseated. He didn't want to see Prisoner like this. Not like this. "Look at me," he placed his palm on her cheek, weeping, "Prisoner. Please," he coaxed her. Slowly, her eyes moved to his. Lifeless. He saw no recognition in Prisoner's gaze. Fenran cried harder. "I'm going to get you out of here," his voice was thick with emotion. "I can heal you. I can make it better," he shook his head and brushed her hair away with his …show more content…
He takes her hand and gently squeezes, while caressing her cheek with the other. "I am the fire that burns beside you, as you are the guardian to my heart and soul." For the first time in his life Fenran felt determination flow through him in waves of blood and vengeance. "I'm the flame to your heart." They finished simultaneously, her voice barely audible.
Before Fenran could react, Prisoner pushed her sword to him. "Make them bleed," she said with a frail smile, the life rapidly leaving her eyes. Her hand dropped from the weapon and onto the cold cobblestone.
Dying, she gives her last smile to the world that has been so unkind.
The boy trembled and cried out, salty tears streaming down his rosy cheeks. The girl's eyes stared into nothingness as Fenran cradled her dying body, wailing like a newborn. She was paling quickly. Fenran whispered reassurances and promises of safety into her ashen hair, gently rocking back and forth. He yearned to give Prisoner the warmth to breathe again, but she grew colder and
"No, no, no, no..." Fenran dropped to his knees and blubbered incoherently. His heart was thumping. His ears were ringing. Prisoner gasped quick shallow breaths, blood seeping from her wound. He was scared to touch her. As if touching her would provoke death. He closed his eyes hard. Nauseated. He didn't want to see Prisoner like this. Not like this. "Look at me," he placed his palm on her cheek, weeping, "Prisoner. Please," he coaxed her. Slowly, her eyes moved to his. Lifeless. He saw no recognition in Prisoner's gaze. Fenran cried harder. "I'm going to get you out of here," his voice was thick with emotion. "I can heal you. I can make it better," he shook his head and brushed her hair away with his …show more content…
He takes her hand and gently squeezes, while caressing her cheek with the other. "I am the fire that burns beside you, as you are the guardian to my heart and soul." For the first time in his life Fenran felt determination flow through him in waves of blood and vengeance. "I'm the flame to your heart." They finished simultaneously, her voice barely audible.
Before Fenran could react, Prisoner pushed her sword to him. "Make them bleed," she said with a frail smile, the life rapidly leaving her eyes. Her hand dropped from the weapon and onto the cold cobblestone.
Dying, she gives her last smile to the world that has been so unkind.
The boy trembled and cried out, salty tears streaming down his rosy cheeks. The girl's eyes stared into nothingness as Fenran cradled her dying body, wailing like a newborn. She was paling quickly. Fenran whispered reassurances and promises of safety into her ashen hair, gently rocking back and forth. He yearned to give Prisoner the warmth to breathe again, but she grew colder and