I could feel him across the field, his power, his hate, his pain, it staggered me. He looked exactly like the moment in the woods, the first time he took me, the moment he became Raven. Fierce, warrior, angel, God, lover, King, my soul. He stood still as granite, watching me as I stood at the edge of the field. I can hardly describe what I felt in those moments. I was not afraid, I was home, I was ready to die a true, lasting death if it would be at the hands of my love. Years of pain, hate, and loneliness flooded me. Tears poured from my eyes unashamed.

I walked to him, slow and careful. He never moved, his expression of hate never changing, his golden eyes glowing as he watched my slow approach. I thought as I walked what I would give to touch him just once. The feeling of hate pouring from him was unbearable as I approached. So lost in my grief, I barely noticed when we were toe to toe. I stopped in front of him, breathing in the scent of him and warmth filled my soul. I wanted to touch him, yet he never moved. I heard him breath me in and a part of me rejoiced as he ever so slowly lifted a lock of my hair to rub between his fingers. So much to say, I had so much to explain. Tears slid silently down his face, and I fell to my knees before him with my head bowed.

I lifted my head and  looked in front of me to the westlands, I could see now the dark, death, and pain, the burnt remains of a beautiful land. I looked up at this God, this warrior. He stood with his feet apart, the toe of his boot dug into the mud as if fighting to stand. Thick but sleek muscled legs painted into leather. His chest was bare, his dragon’s mark, like a tattoo winding around him. His hair was unbound blowing slightly, long, black as night, shining and shimmering. His face was hard as marble, the face of a terrifying angel with golden eyes staring off into the distance. He looked down at me and my breath caught in my throat at the beauty of him.

All sound stopped, the world ceased to exist as he dropped to one knee before me. He wrapped me in his arms, nuzzled my neck. I bowed my head, our tears falling onto my ringed hand in my lap. I heard him inhale so deep and my heart slowed, I felt peace. His warm breath caressed my neck, “My Soul” he whispered as he plunged his dagger into my heart. The last thing I saw was the clouds break and sunshine fill the west.