Seeing him that night hurt my heart most. He didn’t mean to do any of it, he didn’t even do any of it. But I guess there’s something that it’s worth. Some meaning because of what happened. I was allowed to see him, but only for a moment before he was killed. Even when I looked upon him I felt my heart clench knowing that this could be the last time I’d see him.

No words were spoken as he held me in his arms for what now only seems like seconds. I knew I could not linger so I left, not turning back. Within the night I knew there had to be a way for me to get him out. It was still cold yet I could feel the sun's warmth coming closer as it began to rise.

Wiping my last tear from my face I stood and knew it had to be stopped. I couldn’t even think, my legs were already moving faster than the flight of a bird, not tired or eager to stop. I ran through the wooded hills and ran until I saw the cliff where father was about to kill him. Panic filled up my soul as a sped up the rocky stair and flung myself across him crying out.

Father stopped looking at me ashamed. Before he could say another word I heard the clanks of my beloved’s people. I knew they were at the foot of the cliff staring up thinking they’d see their own brother sacrificed. But no, I was there. I cried out my love for him so all the world could hear. I didn’t move yet spoke also to the men who had just arrived saying we had no reason to fight. We were only there because of a big misunderstanding and that it was our greed and hatred toward each other that drove us.

I could hear our warriors and the men down below whisper amongst themselves. I know father was listening too, even as he stared deep into my eyes into my very soul. He sighed sadly and ordered the prisoner to be released and cut his bounds. He held me tightly as I hugged back.

What I didn’t know was what was happening below us. It had happened so quickly. The leader grew angry with his men since they were turning away and not firing at my people. The leader took his weapon snarling and aiming at my father. I, however, did not see this until my beloved let go and ran in front. When I turned around and heard that awful booming noise I fell to my knees. He was shot. He saved my father and too the shot to the side of his stomach.

Our people did as much as we could but we knew he had to go back to his homeland. It would take him days to get back and he might never come back again. Our people supplied their people with food and a new leader was elected since they had killed theirs after he was shot.

Even now he’s still with me, as I watch his ship leave the bay. The sun was setting and it had only been moments since he left but I longed for his touch and his hold. And as the wind blew I felt him around me because deep inside my heart he’d never leave.