The Captain saw the whole thing and shouted to his archers in jubilation, “Excellent shot! Look at them, they are both lying on the ground dead. Great job gentlemen.”
One of the archers turned to look at the Captain, “What should we do with them sir.*
The Captain sneered and replied, “Do nothing, leave them for the vultures.”
To Rachel the prison appeared much smaller, shrunken by the distance between them and its sinister walls. Rachel shook Adam as tears flowed down her cheeks, the life was draining out of him and his pulse was slowing.
Rachel yelled at him, “Adam, you can’t die! Please, don’t die!”
The sun caressed Rachel and Adam in its early morning warmth, gentle oranges flowed over Adam like a blanket for his deathbed. His pulse slowed and Rachel felt it and grasped onto the fact that he was still alive for hope. The beats came slower and slower and Adam blinked slowly up at Rachel, then he closed his eyes and sighed as the breath left his body. Rachel felt as his pulse stopped and his body lay limp and still in the sand, his head facing her.
Rachel slumped over onto his lifeless body and wept as the sun on the horizon mocked her loss.
×××End of Part One×××
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