That Day

[BasnetI]

A little fragment of memories from a character on the "city of the chosen"
Hope you like it

[ic=That Day]

A peaceful morning filled with warm sunlight. the garden looks so full of color and at the side of the house, enjoying that sight, was a patient young man. Finally after two years of training he was about to get the answers he was looking for, answers for the secretive and exhausting training, answers for him being there, answers that only his master knew.
And there she was, pretty as always, but with a sad expression on her face.
"Bastien, come here" said the 25 years old girl. About to become the next family head and with the "graduation" of her apprentice she had much to be happy, but there was that saddened sound in her voice. "I got something to tell you......." those were the last words she said. Looking at her eyes he could see her soul going away from her body. And then she fell.
He took her in his arms and heard the body; there was no pulse, no breaths, no warmth coming from it.
Something crushed inside his mind, and everything becomes confuse and dizzy. He take her to the porch with no clear thought on his mind, but a memory of the forbidden section of the library. He was back in no time carrying a thick manuscript, looking through the old pages for instructions. He took a knife and cut his wrist, writing something on the floor. He must be precise and fast, no mistakes could be done, not even if his sight was getting blurry for the blood loss. There was no time, he let the blood drop on her, while his sight was going black, touched the floor then the body and finally said something. Then everything went black. He could not sense his body, not hers. No more blood. Just darkness.[/ic]