Every story has more than one sides

"The Wrench", by junglecookie

She tried to make him understand. God knows how much she tried. She knows he does, but understanding is one thing. Accepting is another. He is a leaving. A kiss on his neck. She can feel him crying. "I'm sorry my love. I'm sorry I need to keep my vow", she whispers as she runs into the cave.

Surprised that somehow she managed to win the battle against the cursed wizard, she comes out happy, thinking that the dream came true. No tears.

She sees him. Standing still, not far away, yet something isn't right. Then he falls to his knees and she knows. "No!", she screamed, but it's too late. "No! I won!", she cries.

She holds him in her arms, as his blood stains her clothes. Her love is dying. "We live together, but die alone, they say. I shall now break that rule my dear."

She takes the dagger from his hand, as her tears merge with his blood, and sinks it into her stomach. "Die together to be together... so be it". She smiles and falls into his cold arms.

Holding him. Forever.

Arden the druid

The story of the dream that came true

He turns around angry and sickened of his life. Three times he died, yet he lives and breathing. She puts her arms around him and kisses his neck. He starts crying, no sounds. She jumps into the cave, as he walks away, praying to his love for her that he'll die for one last time. So he can find her again.

The sound of a spell makes everything become silent, as he walks away into the desert. No armor, no weapon, no spells. His love and himself. Alone. The dream became true. He cried.

He pulls out his dagger, prays for the last time to his beloved god and gives himself the embrace of death. Hot blood runs from his throat, to the stiff sand, as he falls to his knees. A scream breaks the silence.

She runs to him, crying and screaming.

“She survived”, he thinks. “Thank god, you’re alive. Now someone can mourn for me”, he says with lips stiff and eyes closed. His last gasp is followed by her loud cry.

She runs the blade through her stomach. She takes her life and comes close to him.

Forever.

Angus Firson, "The Undead"