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Love and Swordsmanship Pt. 2
I have watched the sun rise and fall, endlessly as it dies and is reborn, just as my body in the far reaches of the Nexal Planes. I am like the phoenix, great, powerful and arising from my own ashes upon each destruction. And with each rebirth, I have grown in both physical and mental strength.
Upon arrival to this dismal land, I felt alone. I knew not a single soul in the planes of Valhalla. I was nothing more than a lone lass, dressed in a forgotten wedding gown and bleeding mascara. Locked up behind closed doors and windows, I felt the slightest amount of comfort. Just enough to attempt to sleep. I didn't know of any of the creatures that walked the voids or oppressed the dark.
I closed my eyes. I drifted off into a nightmare haunted realm just as terrifying as reality. This repeated as often as the phoenix cycle that plagued me. I was alone. I was a mortal. I wished I could die.
One night, the lights were out in an abandoned slum and the moon was no where to be found. Each star that usually danced in the night sky had vanished behind an ominous overcast above my bare head. And I heard a noise. At first it sounded like passing footsteps, but I quickly realized that they were advancing, and they were advancing fast. I heard a clicking and grabbed my dagger, attempting to prepare myself for another cold wait in the void. A light suddenly illuminated the area as a tall, young man fixed the generator in the room, and a pair of heterochromatic eyes set upon my starved and bruised being. Cold and dark, they stared. His deep green eye and ice blue eye softened and he whispered my name. My memories flooded into me, leaving me stunned and stilled in the faint lights around the room. My breath caught in my throat, my lips slightly parted with one name dancing across them like a ballerina to Swan Lake.
Al Dente.
I was no longer alone. I was no longer frightened. And this grizzly land I had grown to loathe with every fiber of my respawned beings became a little brighter.
Oh, Al Dente, remember our trysts at the lightning generator? That poor invisible elephant, watching our passion... he was invisible, who knew he was there?
Or perhaps you'll recall standing back to back, swords in hands while taking on the most frightful demons in the depths of Stygia?
You have filled my soul with fire and my heart with passion. I am no longer the frightened young woman you found on my first hours in Valhalla, nor am I the same, defiant lady of the court back in our homeland. I am, however, yours, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for evil, for good, in sickness and health, until the Phoenix Cycle ceases to exists and steals our souls into the voids forever.
Al Dente. I love you. I will be yours if you will be mine.
--Leii
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