The Love Gone

"Come with me!" she said, "I will be your constant companion." "When I was powerless, you were there to protect me! Now I want to be there for you. I want to be the one to wipe your tears away. I want to be the one to protect you now," she said with a hand reaching for him. He was hesitant, but he felt his heart grow and glow. "Am I falling for this woman?" He questioned himself, "How a can something as mighty as her love a human like me?" He took his old friend's warm hand, and he felt a burst of energy in his soul. She took flight with her mighty four wings and soared over a field of flowers of many glorious colors. "So she will always be with me? She will never fail me? I think I am in love!" his most inner being exclaimed. Every fiber of his being felt so alive. She then slowly halted her flight over the field. Suddenly she let go of his hand, and a sudden fear rushed to his heart. He came barreling down, and crashed into a bed of roses. Pain shot through his body, as he felt the thorns scratch and pierce his skin. "Why did she do that?" he wondered. He then saw her staring at him with cold eyes. A chill went down his spine. He reached out for her with his lacerated hand, but she just turned away, and she flew away. "Please don't leave me!" he pleaded. He attempted to pull himself free from the roses, but the roses and the thorns just seem to bind him and cut his flesh deeper. "So this is where it ends... Better to have love than never at all." he mumbled to himself, "it was all but a fleeting dream." Feeling despair fill his heart, he expelled a deep breath of air, and closed his eyes. Letting go his will to live on, he laid his extended hand down on the thorny flowers. Slowly the rose bush started to consume him. He felt the searing pain of the thorns tearing his flesh, but he let out no cry, because the pain in his heart was greater than the physical pain the roses could ever impose on him. After a few agonizing minutes, all pain stopped. Before the last sight of light turned to darkness, he let out a quiet whimper, and then he was gone. "Please! Don't go!" he cried out. He opened his eyes and he was in his tent. His body was drenched in sweat. "Another dream about her huh? I am so sorry my dear friend... for what I did to you." He cried as he embraced the sword to his chest tightly.