Not An Escape

He looked at her, albeit looking down on her quite literally as his eyes stared down at her face that turn rigid as she found the man’s wounds on his left shoulder had mended itself yet the wound that Anna had given to him remained.

“You’re thinking that such a mere sword can hurt me?” He looked at her with a smile.

“No but I seem to have find out what can grimly end your life.” She nudged her chin to the wound that gravely carved his shoulders.

Tired, the man sighed, “You do know that I’m not one who is your enemy?”

“Do you think I would agree to letting you kill my own lover? And I will say ‘yes, I will show you the way’?” Rose saw as the man tried to study her face. “He is my soul.”

The magician stepped behind. His expression turning darker and although Rose cannot see his smile, she saw he had one before and now it was completely gone.

What was left on his face was just a deadly boredom.

“Fine,” he uttered. “Then you can die with him.”

Rose shuddered when she heard the cries from