The harbinger- Oliver Queen FF (completed)

Part 26

Amira woke up just a few hours later, she showered, ate alone and got ready. As she was about to braid her hair, she stopped. With her comb in one hand and sword in the other, she went down to the cells to find Oliver wide awake. He sat in a corner, holding his hands together. He had this troubled look on his face. A restless man with a restless soul.

Oliver looked at her and stood up the moment he recognized her, with the moonlight illuminating her beautiful face. His heart shouted and longed for her, needed her close. She opened the cell and unchained him, his first instinct was to hug her, giving her the kiss he's been dreaming of for so long. They held on to each other for a while, refusing to let go.

"You didn't sleep?" she asked, listening to his rapid heartbeats. He stayed silent for a short second, playing with her hair, enjoying the moment.

"I couldn't, I'll sleep when I'll know you'll be alright". He hadn't slept correctly every since she left for the League. He didn't care about the sleep, he didn't listen to his exhausted body, begging him for a break. It didn't matter to him, because even if he slept for hours, he would still be restless, not resting until his woman was with him. A battle was going on inside of him, and nothing could end it except her. Amira broke the hug, handing him the comb.

"Take a nap during the fight then, I'll be the one to wake you up. Braid my hair, it's been a while". Oliver took the comb with a smile on his face. Her optimism while facing such a threat and her fearlessness are things he adored about her, just like everything else. The both of them sat down on the floor so he could braid her hair. "I hope you didn't forget" she chuckled.

The sound of her laugh slowed his heart, finally hearing the sound he's been searching for even in his dreams.

"Never, I was waiting for when I would get to do your hair again. I missed it, I missed you" he slowly started braiding her hair. Internally praying for her safety. Oliver didn't believe in God, but right now the existence of a divine being was his only hope. He needed her to be okay, he needed her safe, alive and by his side, and if all he had to do was pray to the heavens; then he would pray for hours on end.

He finished braiding her hair, leaving small kisses on the back of her neck. Oliver wrapped his arms around her, holding her for a bit longer. Like a child asking for five extra minutes of sleep, he just needed a little more time. He sighed of relief, their hearts were close to each other, their souls almost merging. They forgot that they were in a cell, in a fortress of assassins. Right now they were together, and that's all that mattered, until Amira got up.

Amira stood up, giving Oliver a kiss and a hug. "I need to go, the sun will rise soon. Take a nap, I'll wake you up when I come back". He nodded and watched her walk away, once again praying that she would be okay.

Amira also prayed, not for her safety, but for her friends'. She knew she would be alright in the end, alive or dead, it will be okay, but she couldn't say the same for them. She climbed the mountain and walked towards her death with her head high. It reminded her of when she first joined the League. How bittersweet it was to relive memories.

Amira greeted Ra'as al-Ghul and took her weapon. The fight started with them both hitting each other, making conversation.

"Do you remember when we first met al-Jalaad?" Ra'as al-Ghul asked as she blocking his hits. "You were just eight years old, with more courage than any of my men. You came to see me, beaten and bloody, holding a sword you managed to steal, asking for justice. That day, I knew you were destined for great things"

Amira didn't respond, she focused solely on the fight. She didn't feel the shallow cuts on her skin, at this point it didn't hurt. She managed to cut him on the side, staining the snow a scarlet color. Ra'as grabbed her hair as she tried to distance herself. Cutting a large chunk of it with his sword.

"Your hair and beauty has always been the source of your vanity. You're just like your mother". Amira looked at him dumbfounded, wondering how could he dare cutting her hair like this and mention her late mother like that. She didn't allow herself to get mad, because the second she would lose the control, her life would be over.

She continued to fight, inflicting hit after hit, again and again, ignoring the sting of her own wounds. All she cared about in the moment was bringing his head back to the fortress as a trophy.

The sun was bright, both were breathing heavily. Amira persisted, hitting him again and again. He was kneeling on the floor, unable to stand up, and just as she was about to give him the fatal blow, he held her blade in hand, stabbing her with his. His sword cut right through her, right in the abdomen.

At that moment, she didn't even feel the pain, but it was like her body went completely numb. Ra'as al-Ghul stood up, grabbing her by the hair, he pushed her off the edge, a grave look on his face "It's a pity I had to kill you al-Jalaad, I had great plans for you".

Amira fell off the cliff, her life flashing before her eyes. Her life after leaving the League, meeting the team, her lunch dates with Oliver. All these memories flooded her mind as she fell straight into a freezing lake.