'Love me...,' she whispered with her eyes as she gazed at the gallent
figure her knight cut in the fading sunlight. The hillside set ablaze in
amber and rose-colored hues. He, in all his radient splender, positively
shimmering in the dusk.
Suddenly, a female voice sounded, screechingly -albeit, gayly- from a far,
causing the girl to look sharply to her right. Cutting through her
reverie. Again her name was repeated, closer now. Further ripping her from
her dream.
Disregarding the voice, she looked again to her knight. Glistening in the
radience of the sun's death...only...he wasn't there. Instead, a young boy
stood in his place. His limbs lankey and obviously lacking the strong
grace that eminated from her knight. The only similarity that the two had-
beside perhaps, a faint hint of similar coloring- was the fact that he
didn't know she existed either. Once again she had been deserted.