A scene from something I call The Dragon's Journey · 12:39pm Dec 13th, 2013
The touche of our lips is the merest brush but it stil sends tingles through my face, followed quickly with the burning I know so well. I push gently on her shoulders and she's falling before she knows it, reaching for me too late. I want to catch her but I know that that would simply doom her.
"Goodbye," I whisper softly and her eyes widen as my voice is carried to her on the breeze, "I love you." And then she is falling properly, down off the cliff and towards the mirror shine that will take her home.
I touch my fingers to my lips, tasting her still, and flinch at the screeching of metal behind me.
"Fool boy." The dark creature hisses at me, "Did you really think that this would stop me?"
"No," I draw Belrathorn, "But I did what I had to." Green fire licks up the blade.
"You will die!" The creature screeches and charges toward me, a blade of shadows appearing in it's hand.
I stand still for the fraction of a second before my body kicks in and I'm moving faster than though, faster even than the eye can follow.
I'm sorry, are my thoughts as I plunge toward my death, I couldn't save us all.
Out blades flash and detonate against one another.