-Epilouge-

Chaos had erupted around me. Everything had been destroyed, and now layed burning. People panicked, running in all different kinds of directions. It was like everything had become a dream, that had turned into a nightmare. I tried to stand, but my legs gave out before I could get anywhere. tears started to drip down my cheeks, landing on the earthy soil, staining it. I was alone. The life I had finally managed to obtain, now lay in the ruins of a dead kingdom. forgotten by time.

Flames suddenly started to surround me. Warmth seeped from them, yet danger lurked. I could feel myself slipping, my consciousness slowly leaking away.

Gentle hands touched my back, warm, yet not overbearing. I open my eyes, to see him holding me in his arms. A knight, was my first thought, but alas he had no uniform. I cough, the smoke finally getting to me. He hurriedly walked, as if not to hurt me, proving how fragile and weak I must have seemed.

He set my down on the cold floor, laying me there gently. It hurt, but it was surprisingly welcome amongst the searing burns I must have had.

"Kyril is my name." he spoke softly. I only nodded, unable to speak. He checked me over, and then goes back to preparing some sort of pot.

"I'll get you a drink in some time. You seem to have inhaled a fair amount of smoke, that could hurt if you drink now." he stated, as if he was my fiance or husband, looking after his sick partner. I only smile slightly and then look around the makeshift camp.

As I look to the left, I see a sword. It seemed so familiar... like the one the prince had used before he had left. His short smile faded as he noticed me looking at his weapon.

"I had found it in the castle as I was fighting the Narmek." he said solemnly. I only nodded, but I knew the story was wrong. I had been the princes maid since he had turned 5. he was only a year younger than me, but I grew up without any parents and made a living in the castle. That sword was always glued to the prince. He never went without it.

Kyril looked at me, and then laughed. I pouted. He only laughed harder and continued stirring the liquid in the pot. I watched on as if it was something I had always done.

"Pouting isn't going to do you much good." Kyril chuckles. I could feel a blush appearing on my face... My cheeks going warmer.

The wind bustled in, signalling an enemy had appeared. I try to get up, hoping to help my prince. I could not. I was again useless as it swiped his claws. In one swift motion the enemy was down and blood was sprayed all over the area. my face and clothes stained in red.

"hurry, drink this. We must leave, before his friends arrive." Kyril states sheathing his sword and handing me a small cup. I drink the concoction that had been handed to me, and then he picks me up steadily. My burns lightly sting before settling. I let his warmth bring me comfort as we run through the forest and towards the castle.

"My prince. I am truly sorry." I say apologetic. He only shakes his head and continues on. I lean into him, and allow him to feel my breath. Questions fill my head 'why did you leave?' and so on... but my energy is nill. I manage to say "Good luck my prince. I wish you a hearty fight." before I lose consciousness.

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