"Martyn...? Martyn?!" I shouted shaking him. He groaned and rolled over, "Yes Toby? You okay? You look scared...." I smiled softly, "I had a bad dream...." I mumbled. The sapling made room in his bed and pulled me in. Holding me in a warm embrace.
"I won't let you have anymore." He whispered. I smiled and kissed his head as we both fell asleep.
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That night I dreamt of our history together. From the day we met to the day he died...wait what? Oh yes. Martyn did die. He died by fire. The one thing I always sworn you protect him from. I'll let you see the dream, maybe then you'll understand....
"Martyn!" I giggled as he tackled me to the ground peppering me in kisses. He laughed and laughed. And as did I. But suddenly he stopped. And I didn't know why.
He then rolled over. He his face seemingly on fire. I felt his head. And indeed this I'd true. He was warmer than a volcano, and forest was going down. I sat for a few moments. Wondering what I should do. In the end I got up and left him. Hoping to find his brother Duncan, or his friend Rythian to help save the day.
I shouldn't have left him. I could of helped. He wouldn't have died all by himself. Because by the time the fire died down. And by the time I found him. He was dead. He was done.
I cried for many days. I cried and prayed for him to come back. Rythian tried to help, but it only ended in me drinking flask after flask. That was until one morning I swear. I saw a golden light, and Martyn sitting there.
He was smiling sadly, but his eyes showed most joy. When I went to hug him, he didn't let me. He only kissed me. My little angel. Up there all alone.
He's SoTotallyInHeavan. But he will always be my little wood.
And that Martyn you saw in the beginning of this story?
That was Martyn. But dead as can be. He's my InthelittleAngel. And that's the way it will be.
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AN: enjoy this rhyming story. I hoped you liked. Next up is part three of the four evils.
