Memory

A memory shared with the party...

Imagine this, you see a black gorgeous tall man, his skin as dark as chocolate, and his smile as sweet as honey. And you know you are smiling at him while your fingers are tangles with theirs.

Around you, your companions, each one of them, people you would trust with your life. And you know at heart that you’re happy. You are all moving to a new adventure, that cave of wonders and perils and you feel confident. But then darkness, combat, and him, the same tall black man comes towards you in the heat of the battle and covers you with his cape. You try to say something but the words won’t come out, even if it’s what you are good at.

He just says, live for us... and the world turns black...

You wake up, hours of days later, in a field of flowers, in the heat of the day... but they are not there.