This is my first fic so forgive me if it is not of your standards or liking. Please do note that I will not be insulted if you have a constructive criticism thrown to the story. 

Well, foreword usually carries the thoughts and messages of the author about the story but it seems in this site, writers use it to foreshadow and so I will do so, please do allow me. 

He stood there, his eyes of amber blaze with passion as precious beads of tears trickle down his porcelain cheeks. His right hand held the sword that will end the war, the weapon that will kill his heart but will save the world. Victory was close, he can feel it but he prayed and hoped and dreamed and all the things that he can do to delay the fate, the unescapable conclusion. As the chimes of end come near, he knew that his fantasy would come to end. So would his love, his ephemeral ardour to the man who can bring the world to end. 

"Is there no other way?" He asked in a plea, closing his eyes in an attempt to shut down his ability to hear as he knew the obvious answer. 

"This is how it should be and shall be" came the answer in a voice that lost all hope. The clear soothing voice that tells him tales of valiant heroes when he was nothing but a child, the adorable voice that erases his worries, was that same voice that declared no escape. 

"I love you" he smiled in despair as he charged his sword ready to pierce the heart of the one that held his own. And then end came, silent and swift. He can already the welcoming cheer as they praise him as hero, the one that killed the monster. The great king of evil, the man he love. His eyes of amber stared down at the weak king laid on the floor reaching his hands towards him. He bend down letting his enemy whose life was in great peril caress his cheeks for one last time. 

"Do not cry, love. Smile for me so I can dream of it for eternity" says the evil king, the man who had his heart, as his eyes of cold blue slowly lost its vision and his strength slipping out of his body. Yet, his smile, a rarity no one but only the hero saw, lives on. "Sing me a lullaby, my love"

The war was over and the cries of victory roars. Down was the king of evil and long live to the hero, the festivity errupted as the world rejoices and yet their echoes a sweet tender song filled of wishes and hopes for a better next time.