Haribo Sweets

Preface

Tristan

The atmosphere changed dramatically.
    I couldn’t tell if I was asleep or not, but I assumed so. Dreams, I could not control, and this feeling of not being able to choose what I did scared the hell out of me. But according to my dream, I was on a bench sitting with the most beautiful girl I had set my eyes on, holding her close to me as she talked about our life together.
    The sun was setting at this time of day, with a bright pink and orange lighting up the sky and the clouds. Zara, my beauty, was resting her head on my shoulder, telling me she loved me. I believed her. And then the dream began to fade.
    I was no longer heavy and weak; I was as light as a feather, as they say. My feet were no longer touching the ground; I must have been flying.
    There was a heaviness in the air that I had to breath deep. Flying did not help as the air got thinner, and then my chest exploded with my newly acquired power to breath up in the Lands of Flight.
    My dream was too vague to remember, but there was something I heard while I was lost in sleep.
Another heartbeat? Or was this my own?
    I woke up fast, feeling the breeze on my cool neck, whipping over my face as it ruffled my hair. The wind whistled in my ears, a familiar tune of peace and comfort. The wind whirled around me for a few more times, until it left me. Thank you wind, I said, softly.
    I could smell a perfume so familiar to me. I still thought I was dreaming. But as I turned slowly to face the other way, I realised why I could smell that particular scent. My eyes opened wider in amazement to find my girl lying on her side, facing me. Her eyes were shut tightly, looking so graceful as she slept. Her locks of silk red hair fell, covering one magnificent blue eye. She was breathing heavily, lost in a dream, I only wished I could see.
I missed her.
    I thought I had lost her, after everything. In fact, I thought that I had lost. Not only had I lost her, but everything I had worked for, my new life I had been given only fifty years ago. My mind was now a whirlwind focusing on my memories of the night.
    She fluttered her eyelids, like butterflies wings, and her eyes stared into mine. Shining like the stars.
    She smiled. She smiled the smile I saw so many months ago. That smile that made my stomach jump somersaults, the same smile that made my eyes crease at the sides. It also automatically made me smile.
    Her smile then changed to her neutral expression. And suddenly, after focussing on me, her eyes opened wider. ‘What’s with your eyes! No, that sounds wrong, what I mean is, I’d advice you to take a look in the mirror.’
    And so I scrambled out of the warm bed covers, now only occupied by my Darling, and kissed her forehead before I walked barefoot to the en-suite bathroom and opened the door wider so I could step through to take a good look.
    I recognised the grown man standing there, even though My Love thought there was something odd. I was wearing only a pair of grey Nike joggers, with no shirt. All I could see was the scar that I received as a parting gift last night, which stretched from the back of neck down to my hip. It was now recovering at quite a rate. Only a few hours ago had it been so unbelievably painful. But standing there was a man, who had changed, only slightly. His eyes were softer, but also a hazel colour. The green had disappeared completely and left a hazel mist around the huge pupil. I think I could say I looked kind-of puppy-like. But that was not me. I was the warrior who was there to protect, and looking as cute as I did now, would not scare the enemy. But not only had my eye colour changed, but also my cheekbones were broader, more pronounced than before. They were much stronger.
    Had I changed over night? What had happened?
    And as I turned around to walk out of the room, there was something so bright, that it lit up the room almost immediately after I had turned. I saw that my wings were now white. A pure, clean white and not the dull grey it had once been before.
    Had I been marked with this as a gift of thanks? All I did was save a few angels and humans. This was not my kinda thing.
    ‘Shall we go?’ Zara said, ‘Maybe we could do this again sometime.’ She gave me the cheeky grin and winked at me. I walked back into the room and showed off my new wings. ‘Hey, look at that, he’s not only hot, but he’s also got cool wings!’
    ‘We had better go, my love. I bet you I’ve slept in too long, again.’ I laughed.
    ‘It is possible. I think I was lost in your arms, again, tonight. Let’s go.’ She grabbed my hand and we sprinted across my room, passed the living room, passed the ‘office’ and outside into the fresh air.
    The trees were waving at us enthusiastically and the grass was swaying. The wind once again, whipped across my face so that my hair was in my face.
Suddenly Zara pounced into the bright, blue sky that held the clouds, tight. She let go of my hand fast. I followed shortly after and caught up with my graceful beauty, quickly grabbing her hand. She looked like a true angel.
    We flew passed all the disaster that happened last night. We flew passed all of the memories. We were floating in our own promise to be with each other for as long as was possible. A promise bound together with the love, compassion and trust we had already known.