Tangled With Swords And Roses

The Encounter

Even though the man's face was concealed by his cloak I could feel his eyes slowly rake over my body. I swallowed the lump in my throat. My blood run cold and the pain in my injured leg did not compare to the fear that started to take root.

My mind screamed for me to run but my body did not obey it's command. His grip tightened against his sword but he stared at me. The silence rang in my ears as he said nothing. I tried to move but my leg hurt I sat with my legs crossed and my hands behind my back leaning far from the sword that was pointed towards my face.

"Don't kill me!" I pleaded.

He came closer and my eyes closed I felt cold tears running. This was how I died; I would be killed in the forest and buried or thrown somewhere for animals to feast on. He drew his sword thankfully away from my neck. Bending down his bare hand lazily stroked my lips. I stared at him with trepidation. His fingers felt rough as he tenderly wiped the tears from my tear stained face.

"I wouldn't dream of killing such a beautiful creature in the forest. For it would be such a waste." His voice was husky soft almost enchanting. I opened my mouth then closed it. He let out a pleasant laugh that sent waves rolling throughout my entire body. I was alone in a forest with a man whose attire soaked in blood. I moved my face from his hand and he stood.

"Why would I?" He asked sounding amused.

"Please let me go." I begged.

His tall form was the last thing I remember before a darkness an overwhelming darkness over took.

***

Leaning against a tree, I thought I was the only person in this dammed forest. But as I took in my surroundings, I spotted a someone's else with their head leaning against a tree. I moved and stood besides the person, only to notice it was a female. Her cotton dress was raised revealing long legs, and soft feminine curves. She ripped her dress using a part of the cloth to wrap the bleeding wound below her knee on her left leg. Her body was enchanted by the moonlight she looked mesmerizing from behind, I wondered if her face was as lovely in the moon light. She tried to breathe but the pain was to grave. She tighten her grip around her shawl trying to forget the pain she was in. She looked around then noticed my presence; horror and panic building in her brown eyes. And I was right she looked like a goddess. She looked at my blood stained clothes and the fear in her eyes grow. She looked at my sword and back to my face.

"Don't kill me!" She pleaded. I sighed before drawing my sword back into its sheath. I moved closer to her before I bent down. They was something about her that drew me to her like no other woman. I traced my hand over her lips she was breathtaking. Tears stained her face and I slowly moved my hand to her cheek and wiped away her tears. Her skin felt soft under my clustered hand and it was also cold.

"I wouldn't dream of killing such a beautiful creature in the forest. For it would be such a waste." I told her. I chucked at how her mouth opened and closed like she wanted to say something but didn't have something to say. I liked the innocent look in her eyes it reminded me of Hannah. I moved my hand from her face even though I could touch it all year. I stood a looked at her before I asked "Why would I?"

Terror filled her face, it was far greater than the pain in her leg. It was clear that she had escaped from her owners and now was on a run. Fear now removed the sinless look from her eyes. "Please let me go." Was the last thing she said before her eyes closed and her body lifeless hit the dead leaves on the forest floor.