• Silvera and Raguna were lovers for life. At least, that was the idea when they promised to protect each other until death stole the last breath of their lives. Unfortunately, that last breath was stolen from Raguna too early for Silvera to handle. After a blood-spilling battle, Silvera's dearest and most loved companion fell to the ground, and death took his life in the form of a sword. Having to watch this terrible fate, Silvera loses her ability to feel anything other than shock and grief for Raguna. Her belief in happily ever afters was shattered, and she now faces the world, trusting no one but herself and the love she once felt. Her mind teeters on the brink of insanity as she is forced to live her life emotionless and empty. This story is the unwritten history of how Silvera lost hope in happy endings.


    She gasped and sat up quickly. A scorching shock of pain coursed through her right leg. She winced and her hand grasped the open wound. Blood poured over her fingers and soaked her clothes, as well as the grass she was laying on. Cold sweat and tears streaked her dirt-covered face as the memory of battle flowed through her entire body...

    The clashing of swords and gasps of breath were the only sounds that filled the night. Rain crashed down in waves, soaking the blood-stained battlefield. Silvera and Raguna fought side by side; each move, each breath in sync with the other. Thunder boomed out across the sky, though hardly capable of drowning out the sounds of intense battle that ended with a blood-curdling scream...

    "No" she muttered to herself through clenched teeth. She would not, could not, bring herself to remember what had happened. The pain that ached in her very heart was far worse than any physical wound she could recieve. Forcing the sick thoughts and emotions away, she tried to stand up. Another sting of pain ran through her wounded leg, and she fell back to her knees. She lifted her head and found herself only a few yards away from the cold, lifeless body of her dearest companion.

    "No...No!" She shouted hoarsely. Her head dropped back to the ground as she helplessly allowed the memory of battle throb in her head.

    The scream died away and there was silence. Stunned, Silvera watched through the corner of her eye, Raguna, falling hard onto the unforgiving ground. She cringed as the final swing of her enemy's sword made a horrible sound as it met its target. A crack of lightening revealed the enemy's triumphant smirk, as well as her beloved partner laying limp in a pool of blood a few yards away. She tried to make any sort of movement towards him, tried to scream out his name, but the unbearable pain that suddenly overwhelmed her leg caused her to crash to the ground, consciousness thrown away into the rain-and-blood soaked night.

    She opened her eyes. The refreshing drizzle that greeted her as she awoke was all that was left of the terrible storm that thundered through the sky not too long ago. Moonlight peeked through the clouds, revealing the rest of Raguna's pathetic body. He was completely drenched in a dark vermillion color, his clothes plastered against his lifeless body. Silvera looked away. She couldn't bear to see him like that, to see him lying there motionless and cold. A sudden flash of rage pumped through her. "Why?" She shrieked into the darkness. "Why did you take him, and not me? Tell me why, damn it!" She looked around wildly, hoping for some sort of answer, but the damp air was frozen in silence.

    Helpless, Silvera's hand trailed down to the blade of her own sword. She gripped it tightly, ignoring the sting of pain that shocked her bleeding hand. She used the sword as a support and stood up, shaking from the pain and cold, and limped over to her dead companion, laying down next to him. Her bloody fingers trailed through his soaked hair, and she leaned over his quiet face to kiss his freezing, dead lips. A new sense of hopelessness and loss welled inside her, and she could not hold back the tears that ran like a river down her face as she cried until her eyes were dry. Suddenly overwhelmed by fatigue, she allowed herself to drift into a dreamless sleep, resting her head on the shoulder of her lost beloved.