There's a word we don't hear much anymore, sacrifice. It's not what I'd call a modern word. People hear the word 'sacrifice' and they become afraid that something will be taken away from them. Sacrifice to them means loss in a world telling us we can have it all. But I believe true sacrifice is a victory. Because it requires our free will to give up something or someone you love, for something or someone you love more than yourself. I won't lie to you, it's a gamble. Sacrifice won't take away the pain of loss. But it wins the battle against bitterness. The bitterness that dims the light on all that is of true value in our lives.
The graveyard was dark and windy, a thick layer of fog danced around my feet as I stood facing my sudden doom for the one I loved. Sacrificing my life for the one that means the most to me. For someone who didn't know I existed. This was the sacrifice I made in protecting the one I loved and binding us together from two worlds.
In the distance stood a lone figure. She stood there staring at the crumbling tombstone at her feet. Not moving, not breathing. The wind swirling around her, blowing her hair behind her, looking like fire. Her dress billowing around her ankles, as she stood in mourning. Head in hands, her shoulders shook as the sobs took over her body. Without even a conscious thought my feet started moving towards her. Like they felt the connection that I felt with her.
She must have sensed me as I was only a few meters away when he back stiffened and she turned, focusing her piercing gaze on me. The way her eyes burned as she looked at me, feeling like they burned into my soul. They were filled with love, hate, compassion and loss. When she looked at me it was like she was looking at someone she didn't even know. Slowly, she turned her back on me and back to the tomb stone.
Walking up behind her I peered at the tomb stone. Sitting there in bold block letters read, JUSTIN WHITEWALL. My name. What was my naming doing on this tomb stone? It has to be a mistake. I not dead. I cannot be. This morning I was up, breathing, eating and talking to mum and dad. I'm not dead.
Somewhere from under my feet the ground began to open up. Raven just stood there starring at the tombstone, like nothing was happening behind her.
Before I knew it I was standing back in the grave yard. Raven was nowhere to be seen. But there I was there were Mr. Ross and his sister Gem. They were talking in the distance, unaware of my presents in the bushes to their right.
"He is a danger to her," Gems shrill voice being carried with the wind.
"Not as much as you are my dear sister," Mr. Ross said his voice as smooth and silky as it always has been.
"Michael, she shall be claimed by the bad and we will rule an empire together," Gem throwing her hands up towards the sky, thunder and lightning sounding overhead.
"Over my dead body."
"That can be arranged Michael."
It happened so fast, with a flick of the wrist Mr. Ross went flying and an ear split shout radiated the air. Before it was too late I realise it was me, not me but me in the vision. I walked out of the bush and into the clearing of the graveyard. Gems head whipped around as she glared at me.
Before I could take one step towards Mr. Ross my throat closed up sending me to my knees. You could see that Gem just by making a fist enabled me to breathe. You could see the desperation in my eyes as I struggled for breath. Looking at myself right now I could see life flash by the love I had for Raven; the hate I had for Gem; the compassion I had for Mr. Ross; the loss I had for all people in my life, it was all there right in front of me.
It was her voice, Raven she was here. I could see her standing in front of my slowly dying body. Gems attack faltered and I was able to gasp but no air was going into my lungs, I knew this was the end for me. Nothing could save me now.
In my last fight for life I saw Raven fight off her mother but it was strange, it wasn't a physical fight. Raven was using her mind to manipulate the elements and attack her mother using the roots from the ground. What was happening? Vines and roots snaked up, cocooning Gem in their grasp restricting her movement and her power.
That's when everything went black.
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, my heart, my love, rise. By the power of the moon, the good and the bad, I summon thee life. Rise once again Justin Whitewall. Bring thy soul back to us. Be with us once more."
Thunder cracked overhead, lightening flashed. The spell was complete. Any minute, if it worked, Justin should awake. I prayed to God it worked. His limp body stirred on the cold ground. I lay my hands under his head, supporting him until he awoke in my arms. The connection we once shared, that grew fainter every moment his life slipped away grew stronger once more.
"Justin, after today you won't remember a thing. You will forget me as your girlfriend, as your friend. You must understand we can never be together. It is too dangerous."
Touching Justin on the head I send a splitting pain through his skull, blackness taking over his body. Sending Justin back to the present.
I was back. Raven that was her name right still looked at the tomb stone. Finally I realise what had happened to me. My soul has shattered the attachment I had to some part of this world and myself are gone, lying six feet under the ground. Slowly, once again Raven turned around and looking at me.
"I'm sorry Justin," touching my forehead she sent a sharp pain through my skull causing my knees to shake and become weak, unable to hold me up. Everything went black, I couldn't remember a thing.
8 months later
I could hear the sound, the sound of me breaking. I cried because he had lived, because he had died. I was shattered. I was saved. I only knew the girl I was, was gone. He was right. No good can come from loving a mortal. They can't survive our world. Get out! Go, Justin. Claim yourself. In defiance, in hope, in love, in fury, in gratitude. Claim the good. Claim the bad. Claim it all. Nothing can stay.
"Hi, Raven. Right?" He stood there with his brown eyes and southern accent, staring at me.
"Justin Whitewall," he said smiling.
His smile I would miss his smile.
"We never hung out. But I always thought your poems, were really good," the blush slowly creeping up in my cheeks and his. "I especially love the poem, Ashes to Ashes."
"Thanks. That's nice if you to say."
"Well, uh, bye Raven."
With that said Justin walked out of the library and out of my life. Forever.