A Silver Promise

"You'll see me again...I promise..."

"Micaiah! We can't stay here, they'll catch us..." A young, green haired lad whimpered to his seemingly older, but similarly matured, silver-haired companion.
"We'll be fine..." Micaiah whispered,"Sothe they won't find us here, I swear."
"But they saw us stealing! And we're wanted all over Nevassa!"
"Sothe, please calm down. If you keep screeching they're bound to hear us..."
"Micaiah, we can't be separated...we've both been alone for so long and you're the only family I have..."
"After the old fortune teller passed, you've been my only family, even if we're not related." Micaiah smiled lightly to the boy.
"Now, we should go home, the Daein troops after us may search the alleyways!"
The two younglings scurried off to the place they called home. It was a small, rundown, abandoned house near an orphanage on the outskirts, but still in, Nevassa, the Daein capital.
King Ashnard was a harsh ruler to Daein. Even for small crimes, such as stealing, you would face death, even underage. Sothe and Micaiah fit this description perfectly.
Sothe was much shorter than Micaiah, with wide, goldish-green, sparking eyes. His haired and he normally had a smile on his face. His clothes were plain and his hungry stomach showed. He was decent at using knives to defend himself and his companion.
Micaiah combed her long, silver hair that was pinned back with a blue ribbon. She normally wore reddish attire under a gray cloak and combat boots. Her eyes were a golden shade. She wore gloves on her hands at all times due to a marking that she was supposed to never reveal. She could use an uncommon art of light magic.
The two had stolen some apples and bread which they nibbled on.
Micaiah stared out the window. She was always an asset and knew when they should relocate due to her power to sense danger. A red bird she called Yune always accompanied her, occasionally getting us, mainly Sothe, into trouble.
As usual, Micaiah saw a regular thief from the orphanage who also had a magical gift. He was screaming and running from Daein soldiers.
"You'll never catch me, you...um..butt heads!" The young, scraggy, blue haired boy yelled as he ran back into the orphanage.
The boy's name was something like "Pooplios" but Micaiah and Sothe were unsure. The orphanage refused to let the soldier's of Daein, especially General Taureneo, inside, so the blue haired boy was seen as a saint to all the orphaned, starving children in Nevassa as Ashnard never funded or tried to help the orphanages. Micaiah would sometimes go by there with Sothe to see the kids or bring them food.
"Hi Pooplious!" Sothe yelled, giggling a little as he didn't like him very much for no apparent reason.
"It's Pelle—aaaaaah!" The boy yelled as the old General Taureneo threw a javelin towards him
"Sothe, I'm a bit tired, I'm going to take a nap, but please, wake me up at once if anything seems amiss," Micaiah ordered, snuggling herself into a blanket on the abandoned bed.
Sothe nodded and sat, watching.
Micaiah's dreams were often songs sung in a language she could hardly understand. She understood some words of the song when she used her light magic, but she often saw a man with long hair, wings and a gray robe singing with a red-orange haired, mystical woman wearing a white dress.
Tonight, she dreamt of herself, all alone, in a dark room. She didn't do anything nor could she. The dream ended with a sudden scream.
Sothe stared at his companion's wonderful likeness. She looks really gorgeous when she sleeps, Sothe thought to himself, but she deserves someone better than a lowly thief.
Hours later, Sothe had dosed off as well.
He dreamt of Micaiah and himself standing in a field. Flowers were everywhere. It was gorgeous until a darkness came and Micaiah disappeared.
"Sothe, I love you," the last words she uttered,"I'll return...I promise..."
Her face was hopeless. Luckily, the nightmare ended, but Sothe would have rather stayed in the hopeless nightmare than real life.
The two woke abruptly. Yune flew away to hide, startled at a loud banging noise.
"Captain! We found the two thieves!" A man in black armor yelled.
Micaiah was immediately alert.
"Excuse me!? What makes you think you can break into my home like this!?"
"Can it, silver haired wench!" A solider grabbed her while another with him grabbed a surprised Sothe.
"Thieves...all in a day's work, but we caught some of the most notorious in Daein!" One of the soldier's looked stupid as he celebrated with himself.
"Thieves?" Micaiah gawked.
Sothe looked frightened.
"Wench, don't play dumb," one free soldier, the captain, slapped Micaiah.
She winced.
"Don't hurt her!" Sothe yelled.
The captain slapped him too.
"Ouch!"
"You should both know that once we take you to the Daein Keep, you'll never see day's light ever again save for during your execution day. The penalty for theft, especially this huge theft, is execution. Or were you two too stupid to know that?" The captain sneered.
"Listen!" Micaiah spoke sternly,"take me, I'm the mastermind, but let the little boy go. He's too young for this..."
Micaiah fake cried but it seemed realistic. Sothe knew some of it was real emotions but others were just to save him.
The soldiers had no sympathy.
"I'll do anything to save his life! Do you understand!?" Micaiah yelled,"...just please let him go and you can have me with no fight...and no fight from Sothe either."
"Micaiah don't protect me..."
"Hm, girl that's a good final request," the captain pondered,"soldier, let the boy go, kick him into the streets for all I care."
Micaiah smiled slightly,"thank you for sparing him..."
"Micaiah!" Sothe began to cry, accepting her fate unwillingly,"let me talk to her one last time..."
Sothe and Micaiah hugged.
"Sothe, stay strong...I love you," Micaiah kissed his head.
"I love you too..."
"I promise you, I won't let them kill me...I'll return...I promise..."
With that, the guards took Micaiah and left without a trace or struggle. Sothe sat on the ground and cried. He knew she lied to make him feel better. He knew wasn't coming back. She was just trying to save him...
Sothe thought to himself:
It's all my fault...
I will never be able to live with myself...
Or love another woman like I love Micaiah...
I don't care if we're young...
I love her...
Micaiah...
Don't leave me...
You can't leave me...
Micaiah...
I won't let you...
You can't die...
After all we've been through...
I won't let them...
You shouldn't have saved me...
Though it was noble...
Micaiah...
Why...
Why...
...why did you do this...?
I rather die with you than let you die alone...
Execution...
Micaiah...
You should've let me come...
That way...it would be easier to save you...
Micaiah...
I'm coming...
No one can stop me...
Or maybe I should just die here and meet you...?
Or should I live in the sorrow of trying to forget you...?
Or should rise against your captors...?
No...
I've made my decision...
Goodbye...
Many thoughts were conflicting Sothe from getting the orphanage to help him, to suicide, to trying to forget her, to storming the Daein Keep to save her.
He wouldn't let her die or forget her.
"Micaiah! I'm coming!" He uttered.

I had this idea a little earlier today so I hope you all like it! I plan to write a lot now that school is out for me.