Fantasies of Fantasies

~Headless, Not Heartless~

The night was cold, wet, and damp.
Dark mists coated the plains, as to, the forest.
With trees blowing, wind churning.
A miss walked along a cobbled path, gravel crunching with every stride, she stopped at a glowing lamp.

  Each night she stood out, in the midst of night, waiting. But for what? Why would a lass stand alone in the dead of night?

  Her hooded cloak flowed effortlessly with the wind, causing a cold chill to run down her body.
    Suddenly, loud thumps against the cobble were heard, she looked up, her curled copper hair flowing against her pale visage.

  Lo' a massive steed came to view, it's darkened fur looked more of the night sky then the real one itself.  It's mane an off white, and eyes a gold speckle, some would call it a devil but for this girl, it was an angle.

  For upon it lied a man, clothed in a thick, greyed armor with a velvet cape wreathing with the crisp air. But there was something different with this man, a secret beneath his metal helm.

A secret she was soon to find out.

The massive horse halted right next to the woman, the torso of the man turned towards her.
"Thou'rt a stubborn lot, thou knowest ye will catch a cold in this weather dressed as a feeble man." The man spoke, rugged and stern.
The woman chuckled, her palm rested gently against her lips, "Aye, at least I hath changed mine clothes, ye hath had the same one on ya fer a long while." She chortled .

"Tho mine is fit for this weather, so halt thy bickering and on with thee." His metal hand stretched out to her. She halted her bickering, as much as she wished to continue, and grasped his hand. He hoisted her upon his steed, positioning her behind him.

"I thank thee, Gaerth." She said, settling herself upon the back of his beast, wrapping her thin arms around the cold, hard armor.
   "Where to?" She asks, the horse begins to move towards a thick forest.

  "Oh Charlotte, all will unveil soon" he replied.
She pouted, tho he couldn't see her, but stayed quiet and questioned not, she knew him long enough to trust he wasn't gonna end her.

They hath met a year ago,
one day, at the darkest of night, she travelled onto a road with a steed of her own, heading towards her stead.
Once in the forest a pack of wild dogs jumped her horse, ripping and tearing at it legs causing the steed to rear its front legs high to stomp, making Charlotte fall hard onto the ground.

Her mind was dizzy, pain apparent on her back. Her horse ran far from her tracking some of the dogs with it, Lo' one stayed behind, glaring it's crazed eyes into her very being. She tried to run but couldn't, she was in far to much pain to do so. The beast pounced upon her, teeth piercing flesh, warm blood seeping out, she screams.
Soon she heard a loud thud, causing the beast to halt and look towards the sound, behold a black horse with a man in armor upon it, the hooves of his steed slamming against the dirt, causing a quake within the ground.
    The black steed began to charge, it's breathing sounding like the loudest hiss of a feline.

  The dog whimpered and hurried away, the horse stopped inches from her legs. Her eyes close as she expected an impact, but instead, she got cold metal to her injured hand.

Charlotte opened them, seeing the knight down upon her, assessing the damage.
She whines, eyes tightening from pain.

"Stop! Thou'rt inflicting pain!" She cries.

The knight looks up, eyes parallel to hers.
"Ye wish to die from an infection?" He asked, this was the first he spoke, his voice, a raspy echo.