Azian Prince of Dragons

Michaels POV

I watched as Abigail walked into the portal and disappeared into its shiny center. The portal disappearing in the next second until there as nothing left but the empty loneliness from within me. I let my breath go, one I never realized I was holding, trying to calm my shaky hands.

Feeling my eyes water at the thought and strange realization that I did not know if or when I would see by beloved Chesnutt again. Those beautiful eyes and dirt colored hair. It was a feeling of emptiness, of knowing that for an indefinite time I would be away from those that loved me the most.

I clenched the green bottle Abigail had given me tightly. This would be my only way back to my family. The only way I could ever see them again as we were literally worlds apart. I gritted my teeth at the thought, eyes staring down d=at the ring of earth that separated the grass from where the portal had once stood. Right there and then, I vowed I would see them again no matter what. They were the only reason I had to live.

Yes, I will be reunited with my chestnut if it's the last thing I do. If it took an eternity and beyond I would see all my family again.

I must see my baby, though I am aware I will not be there during her birth since Anna was due to deliver in two months. I would not leave this world content if I was to never see my child's face, to know if she got her mother's eyes or mine. I would know the difference. Here mine was the color of a hazy sunset her mother's was as rich as the earth. A sinking feeling resounded from deep within me when I was reminded yet again that my wife would have to go through the aches of childbirth on her own, without her husband by her side.

I believed her to be a strong woman but even I could admit in times like this both the heart and the will tend to become weak.

It was all these harsh thoughts that swirled in my mind as I stared into the empty space the light of my life had once occupied. I was alone now and probably would be till the end of time. My life was a blessing and a curse. Both a sin and a wonder. Yet it seemed such a small price to pay to see those I called dear once again even if this life would only permit us but a few moments.

"Goodbyes are the worst, trust me," a voice said.

I turned around sharply and caught the dark brown gaze of Death. He stood a few feet behind me, his hair blowing lightly in the gentle breeze. My jaw clenched turning back to look at the mountains that surrounded us on both sides. I could hear the heavy steps of Death as he treaded towards me, a heavy hand resting on my shoulder, "believe me muscle man, you will see her again," Faith was all I had.

I nodded solemnly clearing my throat. "I know I will," I replied truthfully.

Death smiled, "Come on Muscle head, we have much to do," he said, squeezing my shoulder.

"I'm ready," I replied relaxing and sending him a smile.

He nodded and with that we were transported.