The night had gotten much colder as the knights have finished setting up the camps and settled on their respective beds. The serene sound of hollow breaths filled the air--As weariness clung to each and every one of their bones.
Julius (Slav) laid on his back--His eyes were shut, hands clenching around the sword as he let out a breathy whisper,
Eleanor...Eleanor...?
Tears clung to his lashes as he gritted his teeth--As the image of Eleanor's terrified gaze played out in his mind. How hopeless she looked as if she had lost her entire world the second his body fell to earth.
His jaw ticked--Bastards they were, Bastards...
His shoulders then began to shudder violently with every sob--He hated it...
The feeling of misery... the seconds without her touch--She had pushed him away whenever he kissed her--Though he would have never thought, now, he would want to do it all over again--Even if it was disliked by her.
It didn't matter however much she will push him away. He wanted it...now
Just as Slav's body shook with another violent sob--A soft hand grazed at him. Slav's eyebrows furrowed as he jolted at the sensation--The touch, the warmth that seeped in--felt dangerously familiar.
Just then--his eyes fluttered opened as he then saw the faint silhouette of Eleanor--Her angelic frame Infront of him. She was smiling at him--At him...'
He stared at her back--His gaze winded, Eleanor...
Just as he reached for her--Like a fever dream she vanished in to thin air.
Slav's hands then grazed against the cold wind--He then glanced to his right--It was beginning to dawn.