Prologue - Part 1

The sky was falling. Soft, white, elements; falling around them. A veil, it was, cast before them. They could not so much as see what lies before them.

Gunshots followed them. They were running away. The snow that fell saved them from their enemy's wrath - for the enemy could not see more than they could. Still, it saved them also from refuge.

He tripped, suddenly, along with her. A dangerously steep slope lies in their path. Getting up, he looked into her eyes, as she did. Both held close, to each other, in fear of separation.

They began to slide down the slope, trusting each other, not knowing what other danger awaits them.

The snowstorm had receded. They could see the enemy, and the enemy could see them. There was about twenty of them, at Max's count, lining the edge to the slope.

Both of them revealed their hidden guns, ready to take aim. There was nowhere they could hide. They were exposed, completely vulnerable.

Lynn slid further down. Max followed close behind, returning the shots fired at them. Her foot landed on a solid rock. A large rock it was, impeding her from descending further. It came to her as a warning. Max noticed, as she had, the immediate peril before them.

A great ravine adamantly derailed them from escape. Max was at loss. He had to save Lynn. She was all that mattered most to him. His mind had become occupied, anxious, and petrified. His thoughts were none but of Lynn.

Something else had drawn Lynn's attention. Sounds. Noises. Looking up the slopes, she realized what they were.

Boulders were rolled down at them. A magnitude of them, like people of all sizes racing down towards them.

Max had not noticed. His eyes were fixed over the other edge of the ravine. He saw a problem in need of a solution. He had to save her.

Lynn knew it'd be too late before Max finally realizes. The boulders kept rolling closer and quicker. Something had to be done.

The ravine was lined with rocky edges. There were many rocks protruding from where they stood. Max happened to be standing by one, large enough to protect him from the boulders.

Lynn had not given it a second thought. In an instant, she had pushed Max to the ground.

Max had fallen, taken by surprise. Once he looked up, it was too late. A boulder crashed into Lynn as he did. Her lips mouthed the three sacred words he would remember for the rest of his life.

"I love you."

Tears left his eyes.

Max woke up. Cold sweat beaded down his face and back. He had been having this dream for three years now. Each time, it recurred with lesser details. This made Max shiver slightly.

He did not want to forget her. The one he loved. The one who had sacrificed her self for him. The one who had died for him to live. He certainly did not want to forget her.