The silver haired princess

War and death

As the time passed they gradually got to know each other at an increasing but calm pace, their affection has been growing and together they cherished many unforgettable but tender memories; for the king it was a very shocking thing to see royalty mixing with commoners; But in the end he accepted the relationship because this lucky young man descended from a distant line of noble knights, it was a difficult decision but when he saw his daughter so happy, he let her be; for both young people it was a privilege to be together in private that from time to time was given because at that time the kingdom was going through an instability, as it was constantly harassed by various sizes and types of demons and monsters.

After two days a great explosion was heard in the distance in the west corner of the kingdom declaring war; some for peace and others for destruction; the young man in love asked the graceful young woman to wait in a safe place and that he would return safe and healthy.

-Elizabeth; wait for me in a safe place, I swear I'll be all right, just go and wait, I won't be long. The knight could only give her a kiss on the forehead, a kiss with intensity because of the fear of not coming back.

-Eragon... That was all the princess could say in the face of what had happened.

The young man left immediately, enlisted his battalion and fought with great energy to protect the whole kingdom, because that was his main duty; the princess did not want to wait because at that moment a feeling of anguish and worry enveloped her. Already determined she went to meet the encounter that nobody wanted to have; dressed with a strong and light armour that allowed her to be faster and a sacred sword to repel the demons; with a single voice she ordered to gather more troops and a horse to lead them, that beautiful princess was not fragile; weak and harmless like her sisters; but this one was skilful; strong and fast.

Together with their corresponding armies the two lovers wanted to lead their troops to victory; he on the west corner and she on the south corner.

Princess Elizabeth's skill with the sword was truly impressive, so much that her nickname in battle was "the angel of the swords of doomsday", as she made the swords dance at her will; while the knight was nicknamed "dragon", living up to his name as he defeated anyone like that fearsome beast. The battle was as extensive as it was intense; the two met by chance; for Eragon it was a complete surprise that his royal highness was there; wielding a sword and leading an army instead of being sheltered and protected by the ladies of the court in a safe place as he had charged her; although they were separated for moments they met again, everything was going in favour of the kingdom; but momentary things are not always a sign of victory; at that very minute something unexpected happened: a demon pierced the slender body of the princess with a blade that brought her to the edge of existence, it was so painful that she expelled a great quantity of blood from her mouth; the demon left her and vanished like smoke with a dark smile.

All through the war the clouds were raining down; with his eyes completely clouded over he stood in front of her, and the poor dying woman with her last words said:

-I want to meet you in the afterlife; knowing that we shall not know our names; knowing that our hearts will show us the way.

Her face grew whiter and whiter.

-Your dedication and your way of being make you the most beautiful being in this world, please don't go, your existence alone is enough to keep me going, and now knowing that you will go I don't think I can bear it; Elizabeth, without you I would have no reason to live. Eragon said with red eyes on the verge of tears.

-Please... do not suffer for my sake... don't let the key to your principles be broken.... someday I will be able to see you again, even if it' s by chance my love, so smile at me once more. said Elizabeth, giving her last smile to her beloved.

-Yes. -Eragon replied with a false smile on his lips.

The grieving young man embraced Sophia's body and felt the warmth of her body fading; he left her for a moment; a small moment and lifted a wild white carnation; he placed it by her breast, which turned a beautiful crimson red; her lips, so gentle and soft to the eye, grew cold forever; and her hair turned white as the face of sister death.

-We have not even had our first kiss. Nick spoke while a tear slid down his face.

He plunged into deep darkness and a thousand demons gripped his noble heart, he may live many decades with his body turned into a demon, but he still holds the sadness and melancholy made memories of the silver-haired princess at nightfall.