Violet smiled and rested her head back on his shoulder. "Good." she whispered, yawning a little and closing her eyes, leaning against him gently. She felt everything spin a little and she started to fall asleep, holding him tight and leaning gently on him so she wouldn't fall.
She was gone within two minutes, asleep. She smiled faintly in her sleep.
Six years ahead...She's sitting on a black horse, her shoulder hurt, but she smiled over the battlefield. They had won. A white horse rode up beside her own, a man sitting on it. She smiled, leaning over and hugging him tight, kissing him gently. "We did it Liam!"
Liam laughed, hugging her back. "Yes we did."
"It's over..."
"Yes..yes it is." Violet let go, smiling.
However happy this dream might be for dear Violet, the rebellion will soon learn, dreams are not always true...and happiness is not always obtainable in such a dead, dreary, desolate world....
The Rebellion was Ashes left from the hierarchy..
Now they are Flames, taking their revenge.