It was a cold night.
Sky was clear and stars were shining so bright like never before she could ever remember. And she had so many times her face turned to the night sky and watching them, shimmering tears of heavens, for long silent hours. Delicate woman in eelskin leather armor with long red hair was walking through the Red Rock Canyon with her combat knife in her hand hour after midnight and her hair was floating in the cold breeze of that silver night. Breathing fresh air, walking slowly to his tent she was admiring the bloody-red rocks of the canyon shining like metal in the silver moonlight. They look like blades she thought to herself and the moon was shining on her knife brightly.
The Full moon shone silver that night right in front of her on the north horizon.

On her neck was hidden a small Legion tattoo.

She was not decided, yet.
''Only three hours ago I spoked to him and leaders of Khans.
Only three hours ago I was supposed to kill him!
Only three hours ago I was planing a cold-blooded murder!!
This is insane!'' she talked to herself.

Her thoughts were stabbing her like freezing cold blade right into her fast beating heart reminding dancing of the savages at the tribal ritual by the flames of a huge fire.

She stopped in front of his tent, had a last glimpse of the silver moon and entered the tent silently.
Regis was sleeping so peacefully like guarded by unknown power from her evil thoughts.
She shed a tear. It was rolling down her cheek but her face was serious with no expression, though her heart was in pain.

In this dead silent she could hear him breathing. Those second meant so much to her, second that nobody else knew but her. She felt richer with every breath he took.
Suddenly he moved his arm and legs. She didn't hesitate and quickly snugged her combat knife on his neck and other hand she put on his mouth to avoid him scream.
This cold siege woke him up and as he moved his head, her blade cut his neck a little bit. Small drops of his blood was rolling down on her fingers, while he was looking at her frightened and wide eyes opened.
She got scared but it felt good. His warm blood touched her like it was his own fear touching her and that made her shiver. She frowned and looked into his eyes that were shining like those stars outside.
She tilted her head closer to his face that lock of her red hair touched him, still holding her hands and knife on him, she whispered:
''Don't be scared. I am not here to kill you.... Even if I was aiming to.''
Last words she only wanted to think of but they were spoken.
She felt how he winced and more blood rolled down on her fingers and thought to herself:
''I could never kill this man, not like this with warm blood on me and his breaths warming my hand, and those eyes I'll never forget. His soul is so much soaked into my skin now.''

And now she was decided.
With her eyes pointed on his neck she said firmly:
All right. If you let Karl to decide about your tribes destiny, you'll be all slaved. Slaved and lynched like animals.'' He moved his lips under her left palm but she stopped him:'' Hush! If you don't believe me I have a letter written by Caesar. All this independence promises are only a trap.''
Regis closed his eyes for a while and put his hand on her heart that started to beat very fast straight he touched her.
They both looking into each others eyes he took her hand into his and squeezed it.
She put her hand away of his mouth but still hold her knife on his neck.
She spoke with anger that she had on herself:
''I'm not here for this, you know that'' She freed her hand of his and soaked her fingers in his blood and daubed it slowly on her neck.

Her lips came the closest as they can to his ear and whispered: ''I can feel you, Regis. I feel your fear of your own desires. I don't care you never had a woman, I don't care you live in a celibacy and despite the dirty sins, that make people only regret and guilty. You won't find peace with head full of desires. You call this heart but you never felt regret or pain. How can you deserve it. You won't be 'saint' if you are not regretting sins. And don't preach me about the ancient story about the evil and forbidden apple, it's nonsense made up by men, never loved.''

She moved her knife to his chest and riped of his shirt. Some of the buttons felt on the floor. ''I can sew your shirt back, ...after..'' She said firmly and pressed her lips to his chest...
The sad man was silent, frowned but didn't do anything to stop her.

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few minutes later


While she dressed her armor he still didn't say a word and were sitting still on the bedroll. She wanted reached for her knife from the floor, but he caught her arm painfully, took the knife himself and pushed her body next to him. He shed the tears but his face was very serious, he put the knife on her neck and said angrily: Do not sew the shirt back! ...Ever!'' and his tear felt on my hand. He kissed it. My heart started to bleed,this was so insanely unbearable to her, She took my knife and walked out of his tent without looking back.

She went to the further tent, lied on the free bedroll and felt asleep full in tears.

In the morning...
Red haired woman woke up early into the foggy morning. She opened her eyes as thought about last night: ''What a nightmare! Almost like real, but wait what is this?'' She opened her fist and there was a button of Regis shirt. ''Oh no'' she became scared, ''this can't be true.'' She looked around and found blood everywhere, blood on her clothes, on the bed roll and on her knife and bloody steps on the floor.

Suddenly she heard some khans screaming terribly.
She rushed from the tent barefoot and run to the Regis tent.
She entered slowly and stood still in horror. There was Regis lying the the big puddle of his own blood. And the blood was daubed everywhere around. She looked at his hand and saw that he was holding something, she opened his fist and found the same button of his shirt she was holding when she woke up and the same shirt she saw in the dream, but the shirt wasn't there nowhere. Was it a dream?

She run out of the tent and looked to the sky hopeless and desperately ''What happened?!!?!'' she screamed and on the north horizon there was a dazzling silver full moon, like in her dream.
''Am I insane?!''