It was one of those winter night that people dreaded, the storm on its peak with rain falling hard and wind cold as ice were clawing her. But she had duty to attend, being a wiccan, she often felt a pull towards things, had blurred visions, Alana thought it was nature's way to tell her where she was needed, and of course being blessed with a gift, she had to obey the orders.
That is why even on a night like this, she walked through fields to reach the stone circle, where she thought her next task awaited her. she was cold till her bone, walking in a storm like such, she thought she wouldn't ever be warm again.
On reaching the standing stones, she saw what had brought her there, a wounded man lay in center. She walked as quickly as she could to him and saw that it was no ordinary man that she had come to, he was a worrier, one that had been very seriously injured.
She placed her hand on his heart and with the heat of her magik warmed him enough, so he could survive the walk back home.
Arden thought that when his body heated, that he had died and reached heaven, because when he opened his eyes, he saw an angel, one with big brown eyes and lovely long red hair. He felt her touch him, lift him and drag him somewhere, he could have walked but his body had refused to do so. Alana after a long walk home put the worrier on the big couch in the parlor and snapped her fingers to light, being a witch was as much pleasure as responsibility.as she moved around to gather warm clothes and herbs for his wounds, all Arden could do was hold on to her scent and touch to keep his heart beating. He felt when she started applying her medicine on his wounds but after a while he couldn't remember anything a part from the dream he had about her.
The next morning Alana was sure enough that Arden would wake up that she had already prepared breakfast, and he did gain consciousness, and the first thing his eyes saw were her, the beautiful witch dress in a fancy crimson gown, her hair long and tumbled over her shoulders, the big brown eyes. She was like a miracle, god's most precious creation, she had come to his rescue when he thought that death was almost there.
Alana introduced herself as a witch, but he didn't seem to care, most often people ran away without even thanking her for helping, but The Warrior was indeed brave because he seemed to be unaffected by the fact that she could actually spin spells and turn him into a frog. that was when she fell in love with him, a man as brave inside as outside, now she knew why the angels had sent her to save him, because he was the one she'd been waiting for.
Over the next few days, Arden and Alana Stayed together, he watched her cook food for him, and she knew that he was watching her. Everyday when the sun came out both of them would start another day together, comforted by each other, and when the moon lit the night they would warm themselves by making love, the kind she had always wanted, the sort she had always dreamed about.
On the night of the solstice, she was going to tell him Something special, something that would, she thought, would either make him weep in joy or dance with happiness. The love they'd made with the moon and stars as witnesses, was now blooming in her belly.
When she found Arden he was wearing his armor, and was about to mount his horse. When she questioned him, he simply said that he was a worrier and was required in the battle field. Stunned by his reply, she asked if he loved her, he did love her, but he would not sideline his duty for it.
He never loved her enough to be with her, not forever, not for family. So he went away, she didnt tell him about the baby she carried because she wanted him to stay for her, because he loved her enough, which she now knew that he didn't. So she cried and cried hard, waiting for him to come back, but he never did. her love wasn't enough for him, she wasn't enough for him, he loved his pride more.
She watching him drift farther and farther away, and with him she saw the life she wanted walk away from her door step. she birthed his baby alone, their love child alone. He Died in the battle, she knew the moment he fell, that his life was about to end, she saw him in the fire, she saw him bleed to death.
The moment his breath stopped, Alana chose to stop her's as well, because she loved enough to die if it meant that they could be together.
Still when the moon is full or a storm raging, Alana is seen with her Warrior embracing each other in the standing stone circle.
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