Witold ran into the area where the battle took place, he scanned the surroundings for more threats but he found only traces of blood, he started running again, running desperately calling Nessa on his mind, saying her name over and over again, trying to get a clue of where she was.
He then felt a presence, and turned around sharply. He saw the body of a child coming toward him. The child grabbed his hand and tried pulling him toward the direction he wanted to go to.
Witold looked at the child and then toward the direction he was pointing at and saw the outlines of the church.
Witold then heard her voice…faint, sad but her voice indeed.
-“Even now I hear your voice…I’m not afraid anymore…”
-“NO!!” he yelled into the air. The child ran toward the church as he followed desperate, still calling her name, begging her to hold on.
When he reached the church he saw her body on the floor, and ran toward her and kneeled beside her, with his right hand he grabbed her wrist feeling her pulse, and it was faint, unsteady.
He whimpered when he saw her wounds, with his left hand he touched each one, seeing in his mind how they came to be on her body. Tears fell on his face as he saw the images in his mind.
White light engulfed him as he passed his left hand onto her bleeding wounds, stopping the bleeding. His other hand caressed her hair gently; he smiled sadly and said to her:
-“You are not going to leave me yet Nessa, moj milosc.”
He carried her into his arms gently, and he stared into her face.
-“I’m sorry” He said softly “I’m so sorry…” He kissed her forehead gently and carried her toward the outside of the church.
When he got outside he turned around and saw the child that had taken him to the church, waving and smiling and then fading away.
Witold smiled sadly, and looked at Nessa once more, he then kneeled and murmured a spell, blue light came from under him and then disappeared into the wind.
End of Chapter.
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