Honor

Korvynn dreamt of a night in the life he's beginning. Things were changing and growing, and sometimes it kept him up, sometimes it made it easier to sleep. Sometimes it gave him glimpses into a future he would know, or could know, but didn't know before it came to be. Perhaps this all will too...

He lay there in a bed that is different from the one he fell asleep on. A woman is curled onto his chest, and she asks him something he does not know the previous context to. Not specifically, but if this were real he would be there, and so in spirit he knows what she refers to when she asks him, "Will you always?"

That familiar voice, that reddish hue that the moonlight catches to highlight her hair. Dark, rusty stars speckled over a pale backdrop, and those three haunting words that ask only of him, for as long as he is to be.

The words come simply to him, he could never not.

"On my honor."

Years pass in the blink of an eye. The day she wore white, they day they shared their love for the first time. The day they brought life into the world. The last time that love was shared. Her life, her death. His inability to be the one dying in the arms of someone he loves...

Walking in the woods with a young woman of importance, someone he guides, once he's gone gray. Things are different now. He is older. Much older. He felt older. Slower. 

They are accosted. Brigands are as endless as people are. Some are simple, then there are others that are not. One in red, the color of mysterious and threatening danger. He took care of them all and the battle ended when the bandit in red found his journey's end at the blade of Atticus. The young woman was safe, all was well, but for the blade through his heart. 

When Atticus fell and he finally got his turn, his gale icy eyes stared up at the stars in the sky, spotted like freckles... and he swore he could see her there one last time, waiting for him, the moon is her eye, beckoning. He gasped at the sight of her, and departed with those three words.

"On my honor..."

Korvynn awoke from the dream, raking a hand through his hair. She's not there beside him. He frowns. That has to change.