Our love story was a fairytale, but like all fairytales, it was destined to face a cruel twist. The darkness that had long lurked at the edges of our kingdom finally broke through, invading our home with a roar of fire and fury. Monsters, creatures of nightmare, poured through the gates, their eyes burning with a malevolent hunger.
Kael, true to his vow, stood by my side. He swore to protect me, to protect our kingdom. We embraced, our lips meeting in a kiss that tasted of both love and fear. "I'll be back, Elara," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I promise."
And with that, he vanished into the chaos of the battlefield, his sword gleaming like a beacon of hope in the encroaching darkness.
I watched him go, my heart a leaden weight in my chest. I cried, my tears mingling with the rain that began to fall, a cold, relentless torrent that mirrored the despair that gripped my soul. I prayed for his safe return, for an end to this nightmare.
But my prayers were unanswered.