He promised to be her knight in shining armor, always, and forever.
She would be his princess, and they’d ride off into the sunset.
That is, of course, AFTER he got a new steed.
This one only sat one.
He scratched his beard unhappily.
She was the youngest they’d found yet.
He sighed and called it in.
The snow became canvas for another bloody ending.
He asked to be alone. They agreed.
He wandered in silence, memorising every scent, every sound.
He fingers skimmed the cracked wood, their words echoing in his mind.
‘It looks like the world is on fire.
Don’t worry. It’s nothing close to the hell fire that took your eyes.’
Her fingers trace the words on her ticket to the new world.
She sets off alone on a new adventure.
But the trenchant blade of a giant slayer stays by her side.
He’ll watch over her in my stead.
Four years later, it’s that time again.
Part of the campaign, his face is everywhere.
Except for the outhouse in his backyard.
That was already covered.
Curiosity led to the irrational decision.
She was beautiful.