Dylan Von Kaiser had golden hair that shone in the sunlight, heterochromatic green and blue eyes and a charming smile. He was the princely figure sought by many, a handsome knight in shiny white armour. Yet now, this man was running through the Great Mori Forest whilst attack magic was being thrown at him. He had cast away his armour and wore simple civilian attire. A rapier hung by his side and dirt and dust and blood clung to his face.
A raging fire stone came crashing into Dylan's back, sending him flying across the forest floor. Without a moment of wasted movement, Dylan rolled on the ground and pulled himself back up. He stopped running, he had already been surrounded.
Crunch, crunch, crunch. A man donned in armour walked in front of Dylan. A gentle and warm smile decorated his bloodstained face, the juxtaposition sent chills down one's spine. This man was Dylan's best friend, former best friend. He had short curly brown hair and a soft baby face. It was the face of a man who couldn't even harm insects, an innocent looking face. Yet he was the cruelest man ever known to humanity, a cunning and devious devil.
"Matthias!" Dylan scowled with disgust. His face scrunched up in anger and hatred.
Matthias tilted his head seemingly naively. "What is it, my friend?" A kind smile still hung on his face and he spoke with a calm and bubbly voice as if nothing had gone wrong, as if he wasn't trying to kill Dylan right now, as if he was still friends with him.
"The shackles of hell will forever pull you back down to fiery fires, to the pits of hell. Never will I forget your sins! I will never forgive you for what you have done!" His voice was hoarse now from all the shouting. But he persisted and glared hatefully at Matthias, as if words weren't enough to express the burning rage bubbling within.
"How dare you speak to our lord like that!" An angry roar came from behind. Then an icicle pierced Dylan's stomach, the ice dying into a bloody red. Dylan coughed and pulled the ice out, throwing it to the ground with one hand.
Matthias stopped smiling. He stared as Dylan's breathing became more and more burdened, the blood flowing without stopping. Dylan smirked disdainfully. His golden hair clung to his face from cold sweat but he still looked so enchantingly beautiful and alluring.
"The truth won't remain buried forever." Blood dripped out of Dylan's mouth, flowing along his jawline and dropping to the ground. He staggered backwards weakly and fell to the ground.
The bright blue sky greeted him. Trees full of budding flowers fluttered in the wind and petals fell to the ground. It was a beautiful sight that reminded him of his beloved. Dylan closed his eyes and her smiling face surfaced before his eyes. Her long inky hair that fell from her shoulders like a waterfall, her squinty eyes full of joy, her squishy cheeks and her loveable little dimples, they filled him with warmth in the early spring weather.
"I miss you, Sherry." He whispered as he felt himself slipping away. On his face, a single tear fell down the side of head and a foolish smile of longing and lonesomeness made its way on his face. He was reluctant to simply pass without addressing his grievances but the thought of being able to finally see her once more was greater than his hate. He wished to be by her side, to hear her laugh once more and to bathe himself in her warmth.
Engulfed in nostalgia, Dylan failed to notice the light the shone from his body. It embraced him like a mother, slowly healed his injuries and cleansed his body. Caressing the knight that had finally fallen unconscious, the light lifted him up. Dylan floated into the air, unaware of the shocked gazes of his enemies. And then, he disappeared along with the bright light.