Meet Me On The Battlefield 2

Chapter 2

I don't know what happened.

I don't know where to go.

All I know is

That I must RUN.

I didn't see where the others when, probably away from the mountains. I tried to find Whilara, but she was gone.
I kept running from the screeching coming out of Nivara. I looked back and saw that she was running on four legs, looking like a maniac, towards me.

Yep. That girl is possessed.

I ran and ran away but she kept on following me. She was gaining speed, but I was pretty fast.

Then, I tripped.

She must have seen her moment.

WHILARA'S POINT OF VIEW

I ran as far away from her as I could, but I couldn't see her. She was chasing after Bolt, and Alana was missing. I saw Nivara was gaining on him, so I tried to call out to him.

Nothing.

No sound.

I tried to signal him, but he had no clue that I was running after him. I ran as fast as my legs would take me.

But, it wasn't fast enough.

He tripped.

He fell.

She saw him fall and stopped just in front of him.

And then, she jabbed him with a knife.

I'm not sure what came over me at that moment, but I ran faster than I had ever ran in my life. I ran towards Nivara, and anger overcame me. I pushed her with all my strength and she flew away backwards and retreated.

I ran towards Bolts bleeding body. He was shaking, but still alive. He smiled when he saw me. I grabbed his hand and he began to speak.

"You know, out of all the times I've hurt myself. Whether it was a paper cut or a broken bone. None have felt like this before."
I signalled him to stop talking, but he ignored me.

"Whilara. I will a-always love you. D-don't forget that." By now tears were covering my eyes and I caressed his face. I signalled to him that I loved him, and he just smiled.
And then, I thought about the healing song. So I started softly singing to him.

"Meet me on the battlefield.
Even in the darkest night.
I will be your sword and shield,
Your camouflage, and you will be mine."

But it was too late. And, just like that, he died. I rested my head on his now lifeless chest and cried.
I cried for him.
I cried for Alana, wherever she was.
I cried for home.
I cried for love.
I cried for the song.
I just cried and cried and thought about us.
All those times when we were climbing trees together? Gone.
All those times when we held each other close under the night sky? Gone.
I had just lost my best friend, my boyfriend, and my source of hope.
I sat there with him for hours, just holding his lifeless body close to me. But I knew I had to keep going.

Without him.

I felt around his neck and pulled the necklace he wore. A small plate of silver, which read,
'To Ocha.
I will never forget you, mi amor.
- Bolt.'

He had intended to give it to me when we got married, but that would never happen now. I took one last look at his beautiful face, his striking features, and kissed him for the first, and last time. Then, I did the hardest thing I would ever have to do;

I left.