“I was just trying to be what you wanted.” Anelie muttered in a newer, lower voice. Zayan had never seen this part of her. It was dark, he couldn’t seem to find that little light inside of her that had been their earlier.

“This is not what I wanted.” Zayan said, examining her new look.

“You wanted bad, I can be bad.” Anelie remarked and laughed,” Rory!” She called.

Her voice echoed through the courtyard. A tall man with thin arms and legs wobbled over. When he reached Anelie he stood tall, arms straight to his side, and stayed frozen.

“Gather up the soldiers, it’s time.” Anelie commanded and the little guard ran off.

“Time for what?” Zayan asked. No response.

“Anelie!” Zayan grabbed her chin so she could look at him,” Time for what?”

Anelie looked up at him with this face. It was hurt, like someone had hurt her, she looked it pain. That expression quickly changed.

“Time for war.” Was all she replied with and she ran off to meet with the soldiers.

The soldiers were in a neat, straight line. Dark green uniforms were fitted on each of them neatly.

“Let’s go!” Anelie yelled and they marched off into the horizon.

Zayan watched as they marched off. He couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of anelie. He didn’t know what had happened to her. Why she decided she had to change. She was perfect the way she was. Perfect and beautiful. And most of all she was his. They loved each other. And then she got this idea that she had to change.

A sharping pain pierced through Zayans side. He sucked in a deep breathe and collapsed to the floor. His vision blurred until all he could see was Anelie running toward him.

“Zayan!”