Iron Maiden

Iron Maiden This story does not have a happy ending.

She was taken away, without a word and without another look. I ask, why? They merely pushed me away and told me to stay inside. I begged, I cried- nothing stopped them from taking her away. I sat in there, tears flooding my eyes, still not understanding what had happened. After and endless night, I go around and ask what has happened. They look at me and merely walk away, ignoring my questions. What has happened?

Everyday, I go to them and ask when will she be coming back. They answer "not for a long time" and "wait a bit, she's still being judged" and "we'll send her home when it's time". When I ask to go see her, they refuse to let me through. I try to push through only for them to knock me down and tell me to leave. They say in due time she will be released. It's been at least two years since that fateful night. Two years and they still tell me those things.

Why am I being tortured like this? Why, God, are you doing this to me? Is my faith being tested? I beg to Him every night for her to come home, unharmed and happy. I want to feel her embrace, her warm body against mine and I would cry away and tell her how much I loved her. How I felt cold like stone every single night she was away. When will she be back, oh when will she come home? At least seven years had past. I weep as I come to this realization.

They had burned witches two years ago, apparently. This, however, was not a public viewing. The only witnesses were them. Distressed, I asked them if my beloved was upon these witches. They tell me that this isn't so and that she is still being judged. How long must I suffer? God, my faith towards you is strong, why are you doing this to me? Have I not been faithful to you and them? Twelve years and the clock still ticks.

I finally hear a voice, responding to my cries. I search around, desperately to locate my savior. He tells me that he must remained hidden, as if I look at him, all will break away and my beloved will be lost forever. Fearing that, I simply closed my eyes and kept them shut. He tells me that she is calling out for me, wanting me to free her from her prison, her pain. I ask how can I do such things? I am poor and weak. A simple man. He tells me that if I pay a large sum to one of them, she will be released and into my arms. He tells me that time is now and I must go to her aid. I will go save her, even if God has forsaken me, at least someone has lend his hand to me. I have forgotten how long ago that night was. But we shall be reunited soon.

I went up to them and begged them to release my beloved. I gave them everything I had; my home, my property, my belongings, and my faith. Just so long as I receive my happiness. They discuss this and then looked at me. No. No. No. no. no.nononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononono
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I awake, they tell me that I didn't handle the news well. Seeing as how much she meant to me, they were willing to let me see her, to let me know that she was doing alright. Eagerly, they take me down the corridor of stone and endless darkness. I can't see anything, nothing to guide me but I knew she was there. I heard him talking to me again. He congratulates me for continuing to fight and my reward was her. Then I saw her. Tears flooded my eyes. I walk forward, unable to speak. She stood still, and raised her hand to me. I reach and take it, and pull her into my arms. I was happy. If I were to die now, it wouldn't matter. For the battle was won. And she will forever be my maiden.

As the shroud of darkness envelopes me, I feel only pain in my body. My soul however, remains happy and attached to this world. And it too, will help those who have lost someone they love reunite with them, the same way I have reunited with her.