Eternal Moment: Attacker

The attacker slashed at my chest, tearing my shirt down the center, revealing my chest. I dropped to the ground out of stupidity and embarrassment, holding the shirt over my breasts. I didn’t realize that the attacker was hovering right over me.

The sword slashed at my arm. I clutched the now profusely bleeding wound on my right arm. My attacker raised his sword into the air, preparing for the final strike. The thoughts rushed through my head like rapid fire. Is this how I was fated to die?

Suddenly I heard a slash. The attacker grunted and fell toward me; I got out of the way. He lay there motionless, a large red stain forming on the back of his clothes.

I looked up at my savior. It was Jeremy. He stood there, his sword dripping with blood.

He took one look at my arm, then at my clothes, which were now stained with my blood. I looked away, at anything but his face. He removed his coat and placed it over my shoulder.

“C’mon, let’s get you some clothes.” He led me to the nearest town, where I found an outfit similar to mine. He bought it for me.

We went back to camp. There was a fire already made. I didn’t have my new outfit on yet, and the only place to change was behind a tiny bush a yard away from the fire.

He grabbed my arm and examined the wound. It had stopped bleeding. He sent me to get dressed.

I went behind the small bush and changed my skirt first. They were covered and wreaked of blood. As soon as I got the skirt on, he grabbing my torn shirt and tearing it away from my body surprised me. My first free hand went to cover my breasts. My other hand slapped him across the face.

“What do you think you’re doing?!” I Shrieked.

I then noticed that he was using the old shirt as a bandage for my wound. He tied it around my arm after tearing it into a long strip.

As soon as he left, I quickly changed into my new shirt. I then went over to the fire. It was very cold out that night.

I started thinking about my old life. What was it that I had done to be exiled? Why didn’t anyone tell me?


I didn’t know it, but I started crying. My gasping sobs filled the air, my tears streamed down my cheeks and dripped on my skirt.

I felt arms around me. I suddenly realized that my escort was hugging me, singing an almost silent lullaby.

Hush,
It’s okay to cry.
Just don’t cry in front of me.
Or I’ll start crying too.
Please stop crying.
Here’s a lullaby to stop your crying.
Here’s a lullaby to stop the tears.
Here’s a lullaby to stop your crying,
You need me to wipe away your tears.

The words echoed inside of me. His arms left me.