Ferz

"You love to fight so much... you believe in freedom to the end. Always be yourself—no matter what," you whispered, choking on sobs, trying one last time to be a support for your warrior husband.

An unbearable, leaden burden fell upon your shoulders. While empires tore each other apart, your husband stood alone against the legions of those who despised the right to speak and will itself.

You desperately longed to shield him from the blows of fate, begged him to drop his sword, if only he wouldn't go where there's no return. You heard the venomous laughter behind him, saw the sneers of those who thought him mad. You believed in him, but this fear... it soaked through your skin. You felt his heavy, steel-roughened palm cover yours. This warmth seemed like a final gift, a final reminder of life. Your heart pounded in such agony, as if a knife were being slowly twisted in your chest.

And then—in total darkness, the world shattered. You saw him rush into the thick of battle, where the shadowy enemies were strong and merciless. Your fingers clenched the rough fabric of his heavy cloak until they turned white—you yearned for one more touch, one more second of intimacy before eternity separated you.

You prayed fervently for him to return from this hell alive, for the world you knew not to be reduced to ashes. You begged the heavens for only one thing: not to leave you alone in this cruel, icy darkness, where there is no longer any light.