Prologe

I was running faster and faster. Why could't they understand? I had needed their help to save him. But they wouldn't listen, wouldn't understand. Now I had to choose. Or else he would die. I stoped at the ancient garden where I had first met him. That beautiful man who would help me save him. Because he had predicted his death. My death. I stepped to the ancient shrine.
"Are you ready," said a voice that I had come to dream in my nightmares. Now, he was my only hope. "Are you ready to give your self to me now that seen it come to pass?"
I turned around slowly to see the face of my pain. "Save him first."
"It is already done," His arms wraped around me and pulled me closer.
"I want to see him," I whispered, trying to pull away,to stall.
He would have none of that. Locking me in his steely grasp He smiled,"All in good time."
I couldn't help but asking."Does it hurt?"
His smile was cruel."Well, i guess we'll find out, won't we."
I whimpered.Dear brother. I'm sorry. Forgive Me.