Chapter Eleven
Chapter Eleven
Sacrifice
He had ignored the others. They couldn’t understand this feeling he had…He felt stronger, lighter than he ever had in all his years as the Southern Sun.
He decided that the emotion called love was meaningful indeed. It made one stronger, one faster. To ignore such a strong emotion would have to be wrong.
His lady sun met him upon the golden bridge again, her hair blowing in the wind. He brought her to him.
They will soon find out about us…
A shake of his head.
“I do not care…”
Her blue eyes sparkled with worry.
But what if they banish us?
A chuckle. “They cannot do such a thing. Banishing the sun would bring darkness.” He kissed the top of her head. “But I have a plan…a way for us to be together.” A tight hug. “I will never let go.”
A gentle smile befell her lips.
Neither will I.
The sun’s rays hit Quatre’s form through slanted windows. Groaning he rubbed the sleep from his eyes then spotted the sleeping form beside him. Not wanting to wake her, he gently rose from bed and grabbed a pair of boxers along the way to a shower. He ignored the time, knowing already it was near lunchtime by the positioning of the sun.
This time, he had his own dreams when fatigue took him into darkness. He saw images of a golden bridge, felt the longing and the love as it radiated off the pale woman he held in his tanned arms; it matched his own towards her. Though the woman looked nothing like Crys, Quatre knew it was her. They had the same aura, the same emotions…the only difference between the two were appearances.
He could see now why Crys had been so confused at first. If he had seen these images before now, Quatre himself would feel as though he were betraying his angel of dawn. Yesterday and last night felt as though their original selves had taken control. Centuries of unrequited love burst into one night and nearly one day. It was almost too much to comprehend.
His shower done he went back to the bedroom. Crys was still sleeping underneath the green colored sheets. She was still as beautiful as the day they met. Quatre took a minute to just gander at her sleeping form, wondering to this day what he had done in his life to be blessed with such a wondrous being standing beside him.
Knowing she wouldn’t want to sleep all day, he leaned over her form and kissed her awake.
“Hmm…” Those beautiful blues opened; a gentle smile on her face. “What time is it…?”
He sat beside her as she sat up, rubbed her eyes.
“A little past twelve.” He stated.
A pout from Crys.
“You took a shower without me? That’s not fair.”
He couldn’t help but laugh.
It seemed this place was what they needed. There were no threats, no assassins, just a husband and wife enjoying each other’s company. Crys thought it was selfish for them to go away while the others worried over her life but at this time she really didn’t care. In this little slice of heaven there was only her and Quatre, no pun intended of course.
The private beach in their sanctuary was calling them and they heard the call. Warm sand touched their feet while the wind of the sea hit their faces.
“We really should start coming here more often.” A relaxed sigh escaped Quatre’s mouth as he lay down on a towel. “It feels like I haven’t had a day off in months.”
“Well, with work and recent events…I’m surprised you haven’t started pulling out your hair.” Lying beside him in her yellow bikini Crys let the sun hit her back.
“I’m calm when you’re around me.” A tender touch of her face. “I can’t imagine a life without you.”
“I’m sorry but you must.”
Rising from his towel, Quatre stood before a man with long black hair tied behind his head. His gray eyes were glancing at them coolly when people grabbed Crys and Quatre, pulled them at a distance from one another.
“Let me go!” Crys shouted while struggling from her assailants.
“I tried to allow you at least one life of happiness together. Yet still you defy the gods.” The man shook his head. “I had thought Lord Susanno would do the deed himself but it appears after the plethora of reincarnations he has grown to respect his sister’s wishes.” He started toward Crys, a dagger in hand.
“No! Leave her alone!” Quatre shouted as he struggled out of his own binding hands. Those hands pushed him to his knees on the sandy beach.
The man ignored Quatre’s plea. He and Crys locked eyes.
“I promise to be quick.” The man told her. “Please…stay where you belong this time.”
Then as Quatre looked on, the man stabbed Crys straight through the chest.
“CRYS!!!!” The hands that bound him released their grip. There was no use in holding him now; the deed was done.
Quatre rushed to his wife’s side, her blood seeping into the sand around her. She dropped to the beach but didn’t reach it for Quatre caught her in time. The man and his cronies moved away to watch a husband say goodbye to his dying wife.
The light in her eyes was starting to fade. Her hand traveled to Quatre’s cheek.
“I’ll….never let go…” Those eyes closed, that slender form relaxed.
Crystilline Heiwa Yuy Winner was dead.
“I am sorry Amun…” The man’s words reached Quatre’s ears. “But this was for the best. Now you two can rule in your respective planes as it should be. Outlive this reincarnation to its fullest then you can go home.”
Quatre set his wife’s body down onto the now red stained sand. Standing, he gripped the dagger lodged into her chest, pulled it from her form.
For a moment he stood silently, staring down at the body of his angel of dawn. Turning, he stared straight into the man’s eyes.
“Tell me…have you ever been in love before?” His tired eyes closed. “I suppose you haven’t…because if you did…You would know…” Those eyes opened to stare at the man again.
“That a life without her…is meaningless.”
Right there, in front of a shocked audience…in front of the man that killed his wife…
Quatre Raberba Winner…took his life.
