Someone Worth Dying For

A Dream of the Story of Your Life

Celeste was standing in the front lines of an army. Her blue and gold standard waved in the sun, a bright gold lioness, roaring at an unseen fore on a field of blue. There was a fire in her eyes, and and determination as well. Her armor was the hardest, and the lightest ever made. At her right, was her favorite knight. His standard flew below hers, a black-maned lion, roaring in the opposite direction of hers. A broken sword lay at it's feet. The blood-red background suggested wars and victories. He stood as calm and erect as a statue, looking at the enemy. His sword in his right hand, her hand in his left: he was willing to die for her if need be. 

To her left was a great warrior who had seen many more victories than the one on her right. He was always victorious. His great sword in his left hand was too big for any other man to hold. His armor looked old, but a scratch was nowhere to be found. He looked at his daughter, and smiled. She was fierce, and never backed down. A true warrior. She was the princess, but she demanded to stand on the front as the opposition swarmed closer. The many knights behind her had professed their loyalty and protection, but she didn't care. Like most, of her knights, she didn't trust them. She barely trusted the two next to her, and they had proven over and over that they were worth her trust. But, she had been hurt too much. 

As the wave of enemies moved closer, the knights behind her backed up a few feet, but the three in the front stood strong. Her protectors released her hands to give themselves room to swing their swords. She smiled at her Father, kissed the other, and readied herself. 

The met the enemy with ferocity, slicing and cutting down many. Celeste lost contact with her protectors, but she knew that they were fine. They were the best, and since she recived no blows, she was sure they were doing her job. All three of them moved forward, overwhelmed, but standing strong. The warriors in black could not touch them. The knights behind them took out the ones that got past their small, impenetrable defense. 

Nothing made Celeste more happy, than making her sword cut down an enemy. She was dauntless, and after a while, the men had to fight in twos and threes just to stand up to her. She saw her knights standing strong. She was especially proud of the two on her right and left. Blood covered their armor, and their swords cut down many. Never had any army met such adversaries. They fought with their lives, and nothing could stop them. Not one blade nicked her Father's armor. No dent showed on her knight's breastplate. 

At one point, her Father jumped in front of her, and took down a group of thirty that wee going to ambush her. They didn't touch Him, and He protected her from harm. She surprised even herself when she started to hit Him, making Him turn around and defend Himself. After a few minutes, the other knight caught her arms and stopped her. 

"He's not your enemy, Celeste!" He yelled over the roar of battle. "He's protecting you." When Celeste recognized Kyle, she hugged him tightly, and turned back around to face the enemy. They just didn't seem to stop coming. She fought back to back with Kyle, a team that made everybody tremble with fear. Their rotating circle of metallic fury cut down all in their path. The knights grew in confidence, and joined them in the fray. All around, Celeste saw the black swarm sparkled by the silver breastplates of her army. The army couldn't get past them. Not even a bit.

Time and again, her Father protected her, and just like the first time, she fought Him. Shouts of "Stop fighting Him!" and "He's not your enemy!" rang through her head. At one point, her Father dropped his sword and walked back to te wall. He looked at her with sad eyes and said:

"I'm fighting for you, not against you, my daughter. But, if you won't let me fight for you, I will leave you be." With that, He walked inside the gate and watched from the battlement. Kyle and Celeste fought harder. Their blades swung in sync with the other, tearing apart their enemy. 

The battle seemed to last forever, but neither slowed or tired. Determination was on both of their faces, and once, they shared a smile. she astonished herself by attacking Kyle when he threw his body in front of hers to protect her from a volley of arrows. He cut the shafts, and blocked her blade easily. "Celeste!" He shouted between parries. "Stop!" After a few seconds of intense battling, he grabbed her blade and brought her lips to his. She felt safe in the midst of the fighting. Somehow, she knew that nothing could hurt her...But she didn't want to believe it. "Celeste," he said. She saw that a few knights had formed a protective circle around their princess, and focused on Kyle. 

"Celeste," he said softly while looking into her eyes. "Why are you fighting me? I'm trying to protect you?" She shook her head helplessly.

"I don't know," she responded. "I've always done everything by myself." She said and lowered her eyes. "I guess I'm so used to fighting myself, I didn't know what to do. I don't trust you all the way, yet." He smiled and kissed her forehead.

"I know, Princess. I know." He lifted her face and looked into her eyes. "But sometimes, it's okay to put away your armor, and let somebody fight for you. Especially when that somebody is me."

Celeste woke with a start as her alarm told her it was six in the morning. She looked at the ceiling, thinking of what had happened, and thanked the God that must exist for her answer.