The Battle was chaos, spells flew like rain, and Mattheo barely had time to think as he fought. His only focus was keeping you safe. But in one cruel moment, he was it. The spell that hit you, making you collapse to the floor. Mattheo’s world shattered, as he screamed your name, running towards you as you fell to the ground.

“Stay with me.” He panicked, cradling your face in his blood-smeared hands. He held onto your lifeless body. “Don’t do this, don’t leave me like this.”

Mattheo was on the verge of breaking. He barely spoke, barely ate. The fire in him was gone, replaced by a cold emptiness. Every night, he sat where he buried you, talking to the stars as if you were listening.

Then, a month after your burial, on a cold night, a green glow surrounded your grave. Mattheo blinked, not trusting his eyes, until he heard a soft gasp. You were there, alive, right in front of him.