Shaking her head in refusal, confusing of this. Those pleading eyes on him, not wishing for this battle. Pointlessness of it, this hatred in him. Misfortune of the past, casting away two of nearness. Blaming them, secluding himself in blackness. Coldness of a heart, yet witnessing more from him. Believing in this tiny possibility, those ahead of her. Wanting betterment, searching for this one far in the forest. Deepness of loneliness, shutting out his heart. A cycle of repetitiveness, this constantly existing. Circumstances dictating position, this forever remaining. Frustrating of this, that young man looking away a bit.
"Tch...! Fine then, I can handle this myself." Levant descending to the ground.
Running through a forest of endlessness, searching for a way out. Screaming out, none there. Deepness of sadness, this burning rage. Two in his mind, three once in togetherness. Leaving him in this place, everything slipping out of his hands. Minerva leaping off of Reagan's back, landing below. Those gazing at Levant, a chance in existence, willingness in breaking through. Desiring in convincing him, wanting times of yore again. A path towards a brighter morrow, certainty in this. Asha calling out to the young man, wishing for him in ceasing this. Glancing back to her, his decision in going forward.
"Asha...I cannot..." His vision to Minerva and Reagan.
Vastness of this forest, that one walking through it. Passing flowing rivers, avoiding beasts in its depths. Scaling heights of grandness, unable in finding his way out. Screaming out, yearning for a way out of this despair. A Heavenly King hearing him, soaring far above. That one once a king of littleness, standing before this young man. Raising himself, roaring again. Flying towards this one, his talons in view. That one extending his blade, energy of the land brightly burning. Sweeping his blade in an uppercut, scarring the earth. Reagan pulling away, soaring high, calling out once more.
Days so long ago, two children and a young dragon. Three making their way through the forest, adventure around them. Simpleness of their experience, chirping birds. Smaller animals roaming, warmness of the shining sun. A king not in awareness on his standing, this not mattering. Those of differing worlds, not in relation by blood. Connecting to the other, enjoying their time with one another. Hearts freely roaming, relishing in currentness. Flowing blades of grass, dampness at some parts. Unfriendliness of the terrain, yet this not of importance. Reagan sneaking up behind Levant, tapping him with his nose.
"Aah!" Levant hastily turning in the direction.
That little one jumping in excitement, Minerva laughing. Shortness of his time, scaring the boy. That sighing one, hanging himself in defeat. Mischievousness of the little king, pleasantness in this. Following a girl into this forest, two coming upon a nest. A hatching egg, wondrous eyes taking to light. Mistaking one for his mother, this leading to more. Fineness with it, venturing in this vastness. Having fun on the way, threats avoiding them. Smallness of a king, his presence on display. Commanding respect, not knowing this.
"Not funny..."
Mysteries of the worlds, each containing their own secrets. Pureness of sentiments, this existing at times. Greatness of conflicts, reason in proceeding. Each having their own, differing perspectives. Three looking to each other, laughing together. A family of them, embracing one another. Minerva wrapping her arms around the two, brightness of them. Bonding with them, three hoping for this to eternally continue. Embracing this moment, niceness of it. Desiring for countless more, not wishing for separation. Relying on the other, moving forward together.
Days of the past, this to his mind. Wandering in that forest, finding himself on top of a high platform, the Heavenly King above. Vision on one another, that dragon descending below. Landing from a distance, eyes on the other. Returning after so long, finding this person. Wanting to bring him home, calling out to this one. Happiness once there, a way to reclaim it. Terribleness of the past, horridness of an event. Reagan touching down from afar, his eyes on this one. Not giving in, his unrelenting heart. Coming far, enduring wounds. Working with these setbacks, shouting his soul.
"Reagan...I am sorry, but...those days are just that. They are days inside of the past..." Distantness of Levant.
Minerva's slightly widening eyes, this chance in her sight. That Heavenly King witnessing it, a boy from the past. Fearing everything around him, yet continuing with them. Togetherness of three, facing the vastness of the forest. Laughter in the air, relishing in pleasantness. Shortness of their time, that dragon cherishing those memories. Deepness of sentiments, this leading their path. Chilling wind, that bleeding moon shining down its light. Feelings guiding the way, shouting what is inside. Jack observing this, witnessing their resolves. Shortly glancing behind, some unease from him.
"Come on you two...hurry this up..." His beating chest.
An approaching army, time running out. Enemies of them, their path in going forward. Not backing down, pushing onward. That Heavenly King loudly roaring, blazing fire shrouding him. Spreading through the area, scraping his claw against the land. Growling at Levant, Minerva walking up to the side of her partner. Visions on the other, that maiden extending her blade afar. Companions nodding in agreement, their way in reaching one of the past. Shifting their attention to their old friend, hearts sharing in this sentiment. Asha calling out to the young man, trying to stop this.
"Asha...you do not understand..."
"No Levant, she does. That is why she has stuck with you for so long." Calmness of Minerva.
Clashing sentiments, emotions far within. Deepness of hatred, those older days to the mind. Feelings reaching even now, that boy in the forest. Standing on a high platform, the Heavenly King in front of him. Coming back after so long, wanting to free him from this prison. Steadiness of their steps, hearts coming into alignment. Reagan moving ahead, expanding his wings. Loudly roaring, a king's soul. This burning fire, not backing down. Closeness of him, an opportunity slowly coming into actuality. Flying ahead, Minerva motioning onward. Asha bursting through, diving down. Stopping the young woman's movements, eyes on the other. Thinking for a bit, understanding this dragon's reason. Their attention onward, petals violently blowing. That little king curving from afar, forcing forward. Setting the area ablaze, striking through. Flame and the land crashing against the other, violently releasing. Passing one another, touching down. Skidding back, facing each other.
"You persist, even with that broken body of yours..." Distantness of him.
Efforts over the years, this dragon enduring injuries. Rising to his challenges, shaking away the pain. Those wounds on him, his way towards the top. Not forgetting days of the past, wanting to right this wrong. A family once of them, this meaning most to him. An approaching army, shortness of time. Fineness with this, that dragon visualizing his way onward. Slowly connecting his path, fire intensely burning from him. Those witnessing the determination of this king, two charging at the other again. That young man's descending blade, this nearing attack. Spilling blood, enduring this assault. Breaking this stance, hitting back Levant. Withstanding his injuries once more, scraping his claw against the ground.
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"Those days are no more..." Sadness of him.
"Even so...we can live a similar time once again. You, Reagan, and I. We can all laugh together like in those days..." Minerva's sorrowful tone.
Slightly looking away, thinking on her words. Frustratingly closing his eyes, dashing away. Residing from a distance, Reagan witnessing his shift. This moment at hand, acting on this instance. A way in bridging this gap, that Heavenly King moving towards the boy of the past. Two on top of a high platform, far inside of the forest. Coming closer to the other, hostility of the small one. Two underneath the light of the blood moon, hearts aligning. Raising himself, mightily roaring. Fire harshly extending, bursting onward. That young man unable in moving, this king striking through him.
Surrounding him in flames, ascending far above. Rebounding from afar, locking onto him. Aiming himself at his foe, his burning soul, crashing down. Enormousness of an exertion, an inferno massively stretching tall. Emerging out of this, that king flying high. Levant on his back, injuries on him. Greatness of his pain, weakly opening his vision. This one there, two soaring the sky. Leaving this forest together, a smile on his face. A night of turmoil, this changing its course, a dragon never relenting. That young man remembering days of the past, meaning in those times.
Times so long ago, that warm sun shining below. Vastness of a forest, three sitting down by a river. Longness of their trip, leaving a hostile nest. Enjoying their time with one another, a king of smallness keeping away creatures. Protecting his family, his proud nature. Innocence within him, a child sticking near Minerva. Vision on the flowing stream, fishes moving along. This little king grinding his foot against the ground, those children witnessing this. That beast lunging at the water, liquid splashing high. Missing his target, the fish swimming away. Disappointment in him, laughing from two. Turning to them, frustration in the dragon.
"I guess we are even now huh." Levant smiling.
Groaning from the beast, wanting food. Actions from earlier, this rebounding in his direction. Understanding more in life, mysteries in its vastness. Much in learning, this of the beginning. Returning to the two, sitting down. Exhaling from him, his eyes a bit in their direction. Those two holding some meat to him, that little king perking up. Happiness in his eyes, these two smiling at him. Efforts of failure, this not mattering. Those supporting each other, making up for shortcomings. Appreciating them, brightness of his expression.
Coming far, this Heavenly King. Soaring high, that young man hanging from his back. Weakly gazing at this one below him, a dragon never stopping. A wrong of the past, desiring to right it. Not giving in, a family of them. Taking on injuries, not relenting. Three witnessing this, that descending beast, standing before Minerva. Kneeling to the ground, Levant sliding off. Landing on his knee, his hand holding the side of his head. Streaming blood from him, Asha walking up to this one. Vision on one another, sorrow in his vision. Rising to his feet, his attention on two of the past.
"Minerva...Reagan...I..." His head below.
Quelling flames, ashes around them. A king rising to his challenge, enduring wounds. Hatred towards him, accepting it. Memories of the past, this guiding him. Feverishness of his heart, acting on this opportunity. Revealing his soul, shouting what is inside. A boy long ago, fearing the smallest of things. Cruelness in his life, this setting his path. Wandering in loneliness, vastness of a forest. That dragon lowering his head, Levant extending his hand. Touching the scar on the Heavenly King, Minerva faintly smiling. Relief from the commander, an ending to a conflict.
"I am the one who should be apologizing. You suffered that wound, protecting us..." Sadness of the young man.
Connecting after so many years, efforts in going forward. Never forgetting, holding tragic days at his depths. A dragon carrying this weight, failing in performing. A village under attack, a powerful foe. A king confronting his first challenge, incapability in surpassing this enemy. Learning from that day, bettering himself. Meeting that boy again, hatred towards the beast. A chance coming, this line towards him. Flying along this wavelength, shouting what is inside. Tears to the Heavenly King, joyously pushing against him. Days so long ago, this of an actuality again. That young woman seeing this, brightness of her. Jack confronting them, Minerva facing him.
"Hate to breakup a moment, but you should all flee. There is not much time, and those men are coming in quite heavily armed against you lot." Seriousness of him.
Companions looking afar, massiveness of a group heading in their direction. Problematic of this, injuries on them. Exhausting themselves, yet that fire burning inside of them. Largeness of a conflict, having in avoiding this. Deepness of sentiments, selfishness in their paths. Pursuing what is within, rising to their challenges. That Iconoclast softly smiling, raising her legendary staff. That weapon of gold, blades layering the top, shaping of a crescent moon. Releasing this light of aurum, piercing the skies. Attention above, clouds moving in. Lightning descending on the field, striking the area. Enormousness of a wall of fire, this stretching high. That army halting their advance, unease from them.
"Enjoy your lives, I have somewhere to be now..." Gentleness of her.
Hearts finding their way, not giving in. Holding onto the smallest chance, turning it into an actuality. Refusing in remaining in silence, shouting their souls. Witnessing their direction, intervening a bit. Creating an opportunity for those few, that entity fading away. Shortly finding herself across the land, sundown of the time. Trees around, a path leading far. That man in a robe, his hazel eyes, shortness of his brown hair. Racing along this path, carrying an Elven woman over his shoulder. Consciousness not with her, his vision behind. Knights pursuing him, an annoyance of them. Ceasing his movements, standing on his side. His offhand forward, wind harshly blowing, a dark pentagram forming below his feet.
"Unholy soul of the abyss, reveal yourself before me. Appear, I Elrich Velzar command it!" his echoing voice.
Blackness secreting from his soul, seeping into the surroundings. That entity in between dimensions witnessing this, a mortal commanding magic of old. This shaking land, those knights standing from a distance. Watching the splitting land, hands of massiveness gripping the sides. A colossus devil rising to its feet, standing on two legs. Enormousness of its wings, darkness of its skin. Horns on it, those trembling foes. That man chuckling at this sight, moving aside his hair. A griffin descending, flying not far from him. Leaping above, landing on its back.
"Oh goddess, why are you ignoring me? Will you continue to let me defile both the living and the dead? Will you continue to allow me to command these creatures?"
The heavy fiends movements, shattering the area around it. Knights charging at it, pointlessness of their efforts. Crushing their bones, ripping them apart. Weapons not affecting it, a monster massacring them. This sight before the entity, one aiming in drawing her out. His actions in doing so, pondering on this. Positioning her arms in a thinking posture, watching him flying away. Not acting, strangeness of an individual. Kidnapping an Elven woman, a pattern in this. Disappearing from this place, not involving herself. From across the land, that bleeding moon shining down its light. Minerva mounting Reagan's back, Levant doing the same to Asha. Ascending above, Jack waving them off. That blazing fire, a wall blocking their enemies. Endlessness of the night sky, worlds infinite in possibilities.
"Reagan! Let's soar!" joyfulness of Minerva.
Loudly roaring, soaring even faster. Levant faintly smiling, tapping the side of Asha's head. Gentleness of his touch, this side of him. That emerald dragon seeing it, her powerful voice. Following after the two, shortly flying side by side. Hearts in this world, terribleness of a beginning. Pleasantness of an end, points connecting to currentness. Harshness of actuality, fineness with it. Those losing their way, wandering in loneliness. Others coming in, pulling them from their despair. Gratefulness to his friends, cherishing them. Foolishness of his direction, learning this.
"I have a lot to atone for. However, maybe things can start to get back to normal now..." Gentleness of Levant's vision on Reagan.
Minerva softly smiling, her eyes below. That Heavenly King, one once small. Knowing nothing of the world, meeting two. A family of them, appreciating them. Terribleness coming, trying his best. Losing an eye, falling off a cliff. Diving after the girl, shielding her. That one losing the use of her left arm, pieces of their bodies. Rising to their challenges, enduring hatred. Friends of old, three of them in that forest. Finding their way to one another again, flying away from this place. Sounds of joy from Reagan, Asha joining in. Hearts in alignment, this setting their path.
"Indeed...this is simply the beginning." Minerva looking into the blood moon.
The heart may be in bondage, but it does not mean the situation is hopeless. Reagan, your resolve, your feelings. Those days of joy becoming a reality once again, all because of your efforts. Wherever the future leads, certainly it will be towards a brighter tomorrow. Soar proud and strong, Little King.
—Eternal Bond Complete—