His face sparkled in the light, which I remember thinking was rather beautiful. He turned in what seemed like slow motion, looked straight at me and said, “Go little one, this is no place for the likes of you. I tried to save them, I tried and failed. I am so sorry, little one, please forgive me. I beg you, I tried.” I’ll never forget his chiseled face as he looked at me with his deep vivid turquoise eyes and wild hair. It was if he was pleading with me to absolve him for a transgression. Me, I couldn’t imagine why. I’m not sure I was young, barely seventeen, but his face has never left my mind or my dreams. His long, dark blue-black hair hung in sweaty streaks along his face. His turquoise eyes bore straight into my soul. His body was huge and toned, yet his skin shimmered like it was poured in the lightest copper and silver diamond dust. I turned and fled.