The wet grass pounded against my bare feet, skin raw with scratches, earths muck between my once delicate toes. Crushing rain made me shiver, but I didn’t slow down, I couldn’t. Metallic laughter bounced off the trees surrounding me, I pushed harder, faster, I could see a hill up ahead. Almost there. My lungs burned, and ached in effort, black spots threatening my vision. I looked down at my hand, in it lay my peoples last hope, his last hope. The last blood tear in existence. Its diamond shell shaped into a perfect drop, blood red reflecting the last tear of the original Priestess Vienna. I clenched my fist around it tightly and held it close as I ran. Butter snatchers flew around me, piercing my back and arms with there silver stingers repeatedly, Red fell like velvet down my arms, washing away with the rain. Almost there I could see the sacred stones of Tehran which formed a circle of protection, the fountain of time lay in the center, and next to it was a boy. My heart stopped and went into overdrive all in a second, area was supposed to be evacuated! A bolt of lightning struck behind me, missing me by a hair. I could barley concentrate, he wasn’t supposed to be here!
I reached the perimeter of the circle and crashed into the safety I knew wouldn’t last long. A flash of gold came at me and pierced the earth beside me with a bang.
” How did you get in! Who are you!” I heard a rough yet velvet voice shout.
I continued to dodge his hits and pulled out my golden Persian blades. He gasped as he saw my ranking of weaponry and halted his attack.
“State your name” he ordered, clearly not recognizing me.
I pushed my long brown hair out of my face and finally let myself look at him. He was just as id dreamt him, tall about 6’2″, pale skin, jet black hair that fell just barley over the most beautiful blue eyes I had ever seen with specks of metallic silver. A Caspian Prince. I knew that if it was truly him, he would recognize me by my silver eyes with blue specks, his yang. A crushing wave rippled across the ground, the circles shield was being attacked, I panicked knowing we didn’t have much time. Vivienne was here. Quakes shacked the earth like a pendulum, I could see the barrier weakening with each hit, from the look on his face he could see it too. Vivienne smiled her long red hair flew behind her like a curtain, Lips, nails, and eyes black from her poisoned heart. A snarl ripped through her chest alarming me out of y trance. I turned and ran towards the fountain but it was shattered, something in my chest flared and I knew what I had to do.
I kneeled towards the ground pressing my fingers into the earth, calling to the nature around me for its aid. A hole formed in the ground endlessly going down, a time pool from the sacred Tehran itself. I turned to the Caspian Prince and looked into his eyes, knowing in my heart I could trust him. I reached for his hand and pressed into it the future of our world. Grabbing one of my blades I slashed my hand and let sacrifice spill from me onto the earth.
I gripped his face and concentrated on him, on his protection, whispering the words I had memorized at a young age. Id never felt so alive, so close to my fate, so real. I knew this man, more than he knew himself, he was my destiny. I heard our only protection tear apart with a familiar laughter. I pushed us into the hole of oblivion, of the unknown, and in my final act of protection, I paid the ultimate sacrifice.I Kissed him and died.
From A Spark 