LOOKING TOWARDS THE FUTURE

Forget-me-nots and wheat -- a combination made by the child of seven years, from a time very much long, long, long ago that memory could be questioned. The colour of his eyes; the faith she had for him as symbolized by the flower, for the time that he had served as her physician, short as that had been. Wheat, such was the shade of hair hair and his reliability, stature and constant presence.

Like an ancient statue, built many years ago and weathering through the years just to meet her young and curious eyes.

But that was then and this is now and he is a new man, a different man. Not her reliable doctor made of forget-me-nots and wheat.

Today, he is nightshade and blackholes.

Nightshade can be beautiful to look at, even helpful. Not many knew some every day things was part of the nightshade family, yet at times, if one wasn't careful, something filled with beauty can be dangerous, poisonous even, if taken in. Looking at him, Emiya wondered if she would be slowly dying the longer she stayed by his side.