A Moment out of Time

         The night air was warm and the breeze smelled of burning embers. The scent brought a certain desire to the air, a desire for adventure, a desire for lust, a desire for love, a desire to desire. The life of some seemed to have lost that hunger. However, this was a night to feed.

         The village was still awake and many walk about, to feel the energy of this night, of this strange night. As the sparse clouds passed by the full moon it illuminated and cast shadows from the stone buildings onto the dirt roads. The fountain sparkled, as it reflected back the universe of stars held within its cobbled walls.

        It is believed that two souls in search for each other could wander an eternity and miss each other by a second of time. This night held that time.

        Some say he road into town to flee from some sort of corrupt deed he did in the last village. Others say he road in to town because he wanted to fight for what was rightfully his. But one woman knew he road into town to fill his destiny. As he arrived, the others arrive at the opposite end. They were the ones with black souls. Caring nothing of who they hurt, who they stole from, or who they left for dead. It was they, who used the energy of the night for evil deeds.

        The castle was lonely this night. It too was filled with a kind restlessness, a need, a hunger. She felt something inside her, something pulling her, drawing her into the night. She left to stroll outside the castle.

       His shoulder rests against the stone wall and his head was turned to look behind him. He was keeping an eye out for dark ones, for he knew what they had come here for. Like all the villages before this one. Just like his village.

      She knew something was not right. She could feel the dark presence’s as well. She was going to return to the castle. She thought for a moment and was ready to turn back...but she waited, hesitated, there was something, someone...then no she thought. At that moment, he came around the corner.

      This was the moment that stopped time.

      His armor had seen many battles. It bared the scratches and dents of his past. Each the evidence of the tale that went with it. It still had shine and the mix of mesh and leather accented his powerful physique.

      He looked at her and felt a hunger, a burning desire he had not felt before. The veil fell from her face, the moonlight light her silhouette and her breast showed the desire she felt for him, as the wind blew her gown against them. As she looked at him, she could see she brought his manliness to life. She felt a serge of energy. Her heart was pulsating. It seemed to carry an echo through out her body.

      Passion flowed strongly through the air and held them tight in its grip. It was only a moment, but it seem to last an eternity. They basked in the moment, let it bath them completely. For they knew, they had never felt intensity such as this before. They embraced it and longed to embrace each other. Yes to feel the touch of the other was a thought that seemed too intense to bear, but they could think of nothing else.

      Suddenly a noise shot from the other side of the castle. The battle had begun. It was now time for him to defend his name and to keep the black souls from hurting anymore. And it was time for the queen to do her duty, to take care of her village, her country.

      They turned away and turned back for one more glance, one more look. For they knew this was their last.