Burn Me

01: The Start of the End

"Come on Sirian! Keep up will you?" She yelled at him in gasps, playfully turning around to gaze upon her mate's face and body, both of them jumping over deep rooted trees and patches of moss.

"You were always faster then me!" He shouted back with his saggy bag bouncing up and down on his shoulders.

The two ran from the palace as fast as they could, smiles plastered across their faces as they bolted from their superficial life of wealth and rules. Her long blonde and brown locks tumbled from her up-do as she halted in a beam of sun near a stream.

"We're far enough now, don't you think?" She turned to him, huffing and puffing with pink filling her high cheekbones.

"Definitely far enough." He gulped and placed his hands on his knees to catch his breath.

"Have you got it then?" She hit his arm, her breathing pattern radical like his, but her thirst greater.

"Can't give me a moment to catch my breath woman?" He smirked, as he looked up into her green eyes.

She inhaled and looked at his bag, she knew what she wanted and he knew what she did as well. He chucked the bag off his back and threw it to the ground.

"Careful!" She shouted warningly, as she bent down in her long dress to pry open the clasps of the brown material.

Sirian fell back on his bum, dirt scuffing his pants as he waved a hand through his sweaty hair.

"We've just run from 60 palace guards through a forest and you're concerned about the well being of the magical artifact in my bag being damaged?" He mocked her concern.

"Not just any magical artifact Sirian, the magical artifact." She clarified. Shoving her hand in the bag and pulling out the charcoal square with its' 5 elements imprinted on its' sides.

She gasped at the box in her hands, jolting back and letting it tumble to the ground.

"Careful eh?" Sirian joked.

"Shut it. I just got worried that's all." She fired back.

"Sirena Ardeath worried?" He taunted.

"It's Sirena Stovcross now." She demanded.

"My apologies, Mrs. Stovecross." Sirian caught his breath and grabbed the cube from the patch of dirt.

The two of them smiled, both newlyweds wiping their noses from the snot or sniffles. It was Autumn, crisp air and molded leaves filled the forest atmosphere. Sirian grabbed the small notebook with its wrinkled pages, flipping it open and quickly turning around to make sure no one was there.

"I think we're safe Mr. Stovcross..." Sirena noticed her husband's cautious expression, returning the joking comment to him to make him giggle like she did. But he didn't. Instead he grabbed the cube and shoved it into the dirt directly where the sun beam was at its warmest.

"You sure you want to do this?" He asked her with tense eyes.

"How many times are you going to ask me that? I wouldn't have stole the fucking Omnis from my own family if I didn't want to do this." She repeated herself.

"Right— just double checking." He accepted.

"Now, do you want me to do it or should you?" She asked him.

"I should. If once of us gets hurts- it- it should be me." He insisted.

"We won't get hurt Sirian, I know we won't. This'll all be for nothing if one of us dies. You do know how fornication works?" She sarcastically asked.