*For this, I want you to listen to the saddest love song you know. Imagine this scenario as yourself and you think of someone who you would lay your life on the line for. You watched them come into your life as a bright light; and for years all you've known is darkness. All you have of them now is just the memories and a treasured item.*
A faint breeze blows through the ruins of what used to be a beautiful castle. The wind dances with his shimmering white locks as he looks out at the glittering sea; the moonlight making this one of the most beautiful sights for anyone to behold. A painful sigh is let out by the this man as a single tear races down his pale-white skin. The tear plummets onto his hand where he's clutching a golden ring; almost as if its the most treasured item in all the realms of this universe.
"I am so sorry my beloved.." The man says with the most painful tone available. His crying becomes a little more intense as he looks down at his hand; his grip tightening on the ring. This pain is too common for him to feel but he has made a vow. And he would rather suffer than to break this vow.
The wind picks up briefly and the crackling fire behind him sings into the night sky. The embers flying past him as he mourns the lover he once had.
He starts playing through a memory.. one of his favorite memories..
*Imagine our current character above as the narrator for this memory.*
The heat of battle had rallied our small group of misfits; a victory that was tainted by bloodshed. Our camp had been set up to get some much needed sleep. Makeshift tents, battle weapons, and sleeping mats had lain scattered throughout our small camp. The aromatic smell of pork had filled our noses. And yet, all I could focus on was him.. His armor and weapons were laid by my tent.. our tent.. he was changing into more suitable clothes for a leisurely time with our group. The rock I was sitting on wasn't very comforting at all, but alas, I'd sit there for hours if it meant being able to be by him. To smell his scent which I had come to long for.
"Foods ready!" yelled a scandalously vexing women's voice.
Her cooking was not that of which I was accustomed to in the mundane life I had lived in the city before all of the tragedy had struck the land. But it was still comforting to have those that I would soon come to call friends around. That woman, despite her loudness and her.. well, let's just say lack of clothing in battle; was like the backbone of our group. We needed her and she needed us. She liked to act like those ladies of the night from the city, but we all seen through her façade. She was timid, frightened even. She wanted so badly to find a love in which I had shared with my own beloved. She yearned for it. But for her privacy and sake; we liked to keep up her "lady of the evening" image. And plus, she plays her role to perfection doesn't she?
Enough lingering on about her personality though. That isn't what I wish to think of right now; this is about one of my fondest memories of him. Anyway..
After she had yelled for food; there he came out of our tent. His beautiful blackened hair, the way the tips of his hair shared the same white as my own. The way his shirt showed off his slender body; the arms of the shirt molded perfectly to show the slight muscles he had began getting throughout our journey. His leisurely stroll as he ruffled his hair up; just the way I loved it, whilst walking towards me. His smile gave me goosebumps; a feeling that I had never yet experienced from anyone.
"Not gonna eat?" He asked as he approached me. His loving tone is one I will never forget.
A brief chuckle left my mouth as I simply replied to him with an arm gesture. Basically telling him to lead the way. And he did. I'd quickly follow him to join our group by the campfire where our big tough Orc friend had began pouring out booze. Which to this day; I'm still uncertain if he intimidated his way into it or if he had actually purchased it from the neighboring town. Nonetheless, that night we shared laughs and drinks over our pork meal.
