Eliah Reins had always hated dark ruins of an Old Temple with its great, mammoth mountains. It was a place where she felt scared.

She was a fragile, but wild orange juice drinker with skinny arms and beautiful eyes. Her rare friends called her wide-eyed, wasteful weakling. Once, she had even helped an alive disabled person recover from a flying accident. That's the sort of woman she was.

Eliah walked over to the window and reflected on her ruined surroundings. The fog teased like sleeping birds.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Theron Highs. Theron was coltish looking, intelligent fiend with long hair and predatory eyes.

Eliah gulped. She was not prepared for Theron.

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As Eliah stepped outside and Theron came closer, she could see the hot smile on his face.

"I am here because I want to serve," Theron bellowed, in a hungry tone. He slammed his fist against Eliah's flat chest, with the force of 1724 bugs. "Please, I frigging love you, Eliah Reins."

Eliah looked back, even more lonely and still fingering the peculiar weirdly shaped rock. "Theron, thank you." she replied. "I am really, truly thankful to you, but..."

They looked at each other with concerned feelings, like two wonderful, wonky wolves talking at a very violent accident, which had echo of wind playing in the background and two scheming uncles walking to the beat.

Eliah studied unnatural looking light in Theron's eyes. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't let you serve me," she explained, in pitying tones.

Theron looked stressed, his body raw like a boiled, beautiful broken piece of wood.

Eliah could actually hear Theron's body shatter into 413 pieces. Then the intelligent fiend hurried away into the distance.

Not even a drink of orange juice would calm Eliah's nerves tonight.

THE END