In soft glow of the evening, the brown and gold leaves twisted off from their branches and floated down in soft, oval waving motions, almost hitting fireflies as they flitted on their downwards freefall. The smell of the rain from the previous night could still be smelled on the earth.

It was the perfect setting for a nightly rendezvous. The two of them were from separate tribes. Forbidden love, a long outdone cliché, was now their reality as they slipped from dark corner to corner in order to meet. For them, it wasn't so much of a problem because of their tribe's wishes, but just more so because of whom they were with. Both were noble heirs to the separate tribes, or kingdoms, and could not afford to be caught.

The system was a tough one to beat if you didn't know its secrets first hand. Lucky for them, they knew all the tricks. Slipping past the guards was no problem, bribe them or tell them a plausible lie and you were through. The tough part was getting past the relatives faced on a daily basis. Ranging from parents to nosy siblings and cousins to strict aunts and uncles. But the hassle was completely necessary.

They met every Thursday and every other Saturday of the week, utilizing excuses like getting fresh air or training to get away from it all. They would bring all they needed for a night's tryst, and often be back before morning. Though, every once in awhile, they'd have a whole night or two together, but that just took more planning.

The two tribes, or kingdoms, were located opposite each other, separated by a marvelous span of mountains with valleys and plateaus in the middle, often occupied by forests or jungles the farther east you went. The first capital was located directly facing in the middle of the auburn mountains, and were close to a mineshaft that led through the mountain itself on that side.

The second kingdom's capital was further to the west of the towering azure mountains, but similarly, was close to another mineshaft that led through the mountains covertly.

The lovers often took these easily made routes to reach each other, and immensely enjoyed the time they spent together. They would often just sit together and tell stories to each other, offer up feedback, and the like. Sometimes their secret rendezvous would end up in loving embraces and kisses, eventually escalating further.

But one day there was a war. A terrible, ugly battlefield rose to the very tops of the mountains where guns were shot, swords were drawn, and cannonballs on fire lit the air with smoke and acrid smoke.

In the midst of these consecutive battles, the lovers desperately tried staying in contact with one another. They would try their hardest to meet the other, just to hold hands and whisper sweet nothings and comforting words to each other.

However, as all things like this have gone, it went awry. The kings and Queens and disdainful relatives found out. And in a fury, went out to search for the lovers. The lovers were no fools though, and hid the best they could to try and get away from it all, never wanting to be a part of the feud.

But eventually, their efforts fell in vain. They found themselves at a standstill. Kill, be killed, or never see each other again. And after one night; a flurry of passion, their decision stood resolute and solemn.

What they had planned was nothing short of suicide, and intentionally so. Where the mountain ranges met at the top and to the east, they jumped, embracing. Tears fell from their eyes, upward into the deep sapphire sky, and as they fell, they whispered sweet nothings and comforting words to each other, reassuring themselves that perhaps one day, their souls could be reunited.

They hit the bottom then. Necks broken on impact, and with a thousand shattered bones and bleeding organs that couldn't be seen by looking at them initially. In a crude glance, they looked to the entire world like two simple lovers embracing.

Their spirits flew upwards, desperately pleading in silent words that they would soon meet again. And in that moment they reached the clouds, someone could be heard slamming a solid wooden door.

A figure walked into a dim room. The top of the coffee table was brightened slightly with a stream of light illuminating particles of dust like stars floating in a nebula. The figure set down their pack and walked to the bedroom, which was equally as dim, but without such illumination.

The bed was already taken by another figure hidden within the shadows. The first person sat on the edge and took the other's hand within it's own. And with sleep filled words the now awake figure on the bed smiled and spoke so quiet, it was barely above a whisper,

"Hey hon… I had a really weird dream just now…"