Red Rose

The Witch hunter felt a warm presence, he opened his eyes and saw his beautiful witch. She changed him, everything he felt was real. She didn't need to put a spell on him. Everything he did for her was real and he loved it. His weak hand caressed her cheek and wiped away her tears. The hunter knew what she was thinking and he shook his head; declining her thoughts.

The witch broke down and lay her head on his chest sobbing. She had to find a way: he couldn't just dissapear when she just found him.The garden weeped once more as they felt her pain and sorrow. the hunter coughed, his blood painted the blades of grass around him. She had to act quick before it was too late. She put a hand over his wound and chanted a healing spell. The witch hunter grabbed her hand and smiled, pulled her down and kissed her soft lips. She knew what he wanted. She saw it play in her head,it broke her heart, shattered her world but it was the right thing to do. She barely nodded after the kiss was broken.

The hunter gave her his sword. The witch cried but she knew her witch hunter was brave, smart and despite his past, kind. He pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. His last breath was silent, his hand fell away from her face. The life that once occupied his beautiful eyes no longer lived. Her body shook violently, mixed emotions stir in the pit of her stomach, a loud wave of blue Aura burst through the forest. The cries of the witch was heard from a far.

The white roses wrapped the hunters body forming a thick wall of thorns. It would protect him forever. The white roses turn red from the hunters blood. The garden now belonged to him.