He thrashed as the darkness latched on, pulling his very essence into an emptying pit that resided in himself. The princess looked on with wide eyes, violently held back by her captors. He struggled, fruitlessly, hoping, praying for some escape but the chains on his arms, and as well as his mind, held. With each step of ground he lost, he could feel the void, the hunger, that threatened to consume him. Power that he kept locked away for years threatened to break loose, to kill, to destroy any threat that stood in his way. He held it in check. Turning towards that power would mean losing his very self.


Piercing violet eyes gleamed at him, an unnamed figure responsible for everything that had happened. An animalistic smirk taunted him and the knight roared, gaining a step but losing two.


“Not so tough now, without your blade are you?” the villain cooed, reaching down to violently jerking the princess face towards his direction. Raven locks flew from her face, revealing crystalline blue eyes, swirling with fear. He locked eyes with the knight, while tracing a fingernail down her temple, drawing blood ..She cried out, pulling against the shrouded figure that kept her held.


The knight wisely held his tongue, knowing with every word he spoke, the princess would suffer. The villain cocked his head.
“So much for valiant last words. Kill him.” With a swish of his robes, he stood and left,


A pair of lumbering figures appeared, each carrying an axe, the target, his life. The knight stood with his head held high, determined not to let the turmoil in his heart show.


His executioners raised their axes, and the knight closed his eyes, bracing for the arms of death.


Crack.


It was not him on the end of the blade. The knight trembled as he held the broken form of the princess in his arms, her back slashed clean into bloody ribbons. She smiled at him, murmuring a few words. He didn’t hear. He couldn’t hear her. His life, his princess laid in his arms bleeding, body torn in two. She smiled, as the light left her eyes. With a final gasp, her soul left its vessel, joining the heavens.


He let loose a single, guttural scream, and everything exploded, forming a million falling stars. His power lashed out, cleaving the executioners, cutting, destroying anything in its path. He felt the darkness grab hold of his mind, and he fell into it, letting it take him, consume him. His everything was gone. Now he would take everything from them.


She was his light. He was the dark. But now, he was nothing.


“I love you, Alexzander. Good bye.”