Shakiness of currentness, trying to grasp it all. Building her life, living in this village. Tending to those in need, her way in giving back. Difficulty at times, naturalness of this. Coldness of old, her heart once of blackness. Instilling fear into allies and enemies alike, damning the worlds multiple times. Extending a hand over the passing years, those coming in the end. Reaching in that abyss of darkness, pulling her from her despair. No longer of loneliness, this to her attention. Exiting the clinic, unsettling wind. Footsteps of heaviness, gazes to the west. Soldiers approaching, an elderly man in a suit of brownness amongst them. Confronting her, her eyes on their firearms. That deity stepping back, uncertainty from him.
"Forgive this sight, it is not easy traveling around. I came to negotiate with you, after all, you do have access to quite an invaluable medicine." That man holding his hands behind his back.
"If you plan to sell it for wealth, then there is no negotiation. It is meant for all, that is why I created it." Folding her arms, seriousness of her vision.
"Now-now, just hear me out." His faint smile.
Gentleness within, crafting a life over the years. Conflict at times, fineness with it. Peacefulness of most, those accepting her into this village. Warmness of them, niceness of it. A state of terribleness, witnessing their suffering. Her abilities aiding them, a miracle upon them. Gratefulness to her, not questioning her. Some suspecting her not of a human, others not caring. A friend to them, that devil opening a clinic. Working on a medicine, integrating more with them. A vacation to another realm, perfecting her craft. Bringing it back, enhancing the lives of numerous. Closely listening, her attention on the man. That deity glancing in her direction, his vision shifting to the person.
"With your medicine we can reach even more. Which is why, I would like you to come to Exel. There you can work in a much larger setting, and gain more for your efforts as well." He explains.
"I apologize, but this village is my home, I will never leave. Even if I cannot reach as much as I would like, I will continue on as I am now." That young woman lowering her arms.
Proceeding as herself, her path setting in stone. A place of her home, loving those within it. Hearts riding along in the wind, children of brightness. Difficulty at times, each working together. Aiding one another, progressing onward. Branding of horribleness, enduring cruelness. Worlds of deplorableness, those finding their way. Smallness of their piece, living their lives in pleasantness. Some not understanding, wanting more. Intruding on happiness of others, despair seeping through. Her unchanging mind, this to his awareness. Leaving for now, soldiers following along. Unease from her, thinking on the risk.
Youngness of kids, running along in joyfulness. Some racing up to that young woman, each with their own story. That deity gazing upon them, witnessing this. His faint smile, uneasiness within. Hours passing, stars spreading across the sky. That mansion below, companions in their room. Blinds covering the balcony, granite of the floor. A bed of largeness, dressers along the walls, a standup mirror on the side. Sitting down on the bed, Valor resting his arms on his knees. Shorts and a grey shirt on him, that devil in a black nightwear. Prancing around the room, her arms in a thinking posture. Stopping herself, facing her old friend.
"It is likely there might be an attack, this is a product anyone would kill to get their hands on." Sadness of her voice.
"This village really does not have any defense, and if we act...there is no telling of the repercussion..." That deity slightly looking away.
Possibility of conflict, endlessness of turmoil. Those not of this world, living amongst mortals. Enjoyableness of it, meeting others of kindness. Blackness around every corner, light in the deepest of abyss. Pushing it forward, littleness at a time. Efforts of hardness, frustration of greatness. Fearing the worst, a home to them. A chance in escalation, highness of the probability. Fernandez walking in, jumping on the bed. Lying down, that iguana listening to their conversation. Glancing to his right, that closet containing his clothing. Rising from the bed, tapping Valor. Two gazing at him, that animal pointing in the direction. Attention towards it, a point of connection.
"I see. Fernandez, if things goes south, you will create a point of retaliation. Maybe we can still live a life of normalcy here." That halfbreed folding her arms.
Greed of a driving force, those seeking valuables. Numerous reasons in proceeding, expectance of this. Peacefulness of disruption, uneasiness within. Mostly putting aside fighting, relishing in currentness. Unwillingness in diving back in, struggling of old. Brewing emotions, hatred at her depths. Never ending problems, trying her best. Those trampling upon her efforts, continuously racing towards darkness. A deity in awareness on her sentiments, wondering on his direction going forward. Fernandez barking in agreement, one once retiring, willingness in coming out again. Morning soon enough, soldiers marching onward. Countless flowing in, screaming of villagers. Some on their knees, others following orders, heading to a destination. That elderly man in front of the clinic, his hands behind his back. Frustration of the young woman, unable in acting.
"I tried it the easy way, now, willing to negotiate?" his hands behind his back.
"Very well..." Anger in her eyes.
Expectance of this, a solution in place. Humans living their lives, not wanting to disrupt this balance. Playing by their rules, questioning her stance. Too many at once, hostages underneath their thumbs. Time of essentialness, setting a place of meeting. Urging the man in following, leading him down towards the east. Once again at her home, ignoring his provocation. Opening it, stepping foot within. Twin stairs leading higher, a chandelier hanging at the top. Paintings along the walls, statues of companions lining the corners. This to the man's notice, an establishment of luxury. Facing him, glancing to her left. Fernandez in tights, his cape touching the ground. Sneaking out the back, his mission in motion. Eyes connecting with that man, her hand on her waist.
"Not much further." She informs.
"That is fine, lead the way." He urges, his hands behind his back.
Stalling of necessity, everything riding on her plan. Not wanting in unleashing what is inside of her, loving her life of currentness. Wind of freedom, learning medicine. Alchemy assisting in perfecting her craft, supply of limitation. Those coming from far, desiring for her aid. A miracle before them, wait of longness. Frustrations of them, her husband stepping in, settling the crowd. Enemies from afar coming, demanding her cooperation. Differing hearts, those in opposition of one another. That iguana racing through the village, leaping from one building to the next. Stopping at an edge, that breeze hitting against him. His cape fluttering in its heaviness, his claws clenching the end of the house. Eyes on those soldiers, analyzing his way. Importance in reaching the clinic, Valor moving in.
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Two nodding at the other, each of their own job in doing. Leaping high, his targets in sight. Striking down, hastiness of his footing. Colliding through, sheathing his katana. Blood spilling in the distance, lives no more. Inhabitants looking, hope coming to them. Soldiers aiming at him, that god facing them. Defensiveness of his stance, seriousness of his gaze. Firing at him, swiftness of his assaults, shattering the bullets. Mist of iciness racing through, freezing the surroundings. Turning away, staking his sword into the ground, kneeling below. Glaciers breaking the earth, extending far above. Standing straight, spinning around, connecting his katana to the hilt. Shattering of the ice, lifelessness of his foes. Urging others to their feet, leading them to safety.
That animal descending in front of the clinic, pushing it open. Captives on their knees, soldiers all over. Vision on the iguana, confusion of them. Reaching into his clothing, throwing out an object. Barking in urgency, hostages covering their eyes. Reaction of it, massiveness of the flash. Blinding of it, screaming of numerous. Unwillingness in confirming to another, freedom of the heart. Opposing the reason of others, rising to the challenge. Despair of greatness, never ending suffering. Fleetingness of life, cherishing individuals. Uncaring of some, deplorableness of them. Instilling fear into innocence, a cycle of repetitiveness. That mansion underneath the sun, a path towards tomorrow. Two in an office, that young woman sitting at her desk. Shelves of books on both ends, plants in the corners. A window behind her, documents in front of her, that man across from her.
"If you simply agreed before, none of this would have happened." His eyes of seriousness.
"Perhaps not, but now you will use this medicine for your own benefit." Her vision of strictness.
"What you came up with is worth a fortune, the wealthiest would pay insane amounts for it." Slightness of his smile.
Sentiments of old, never changing reason. Wealth continuously of a role, those chasing after it. Actions of horribleness, wanting in avoiding this. Kindness of yore, experiencing cruelness. Years of torment, selfishness of her path. Falling into the depths of blackness, wandering in loneliness. Commodities of those before her, yearning for what is within. Softness still existing, steadily revealing once more. Despising those like him, memories scarring upon her. Relying on her allies, sending their progress. That man pushing a contract to her, her vision on it. Timing of rightness, rising from her seat, slamming her hand down. Loudness of it, alarming of this.
"What are you doing...?" anger from him.
"Your soldiers have been dealt with, which means I am free to act." Her cold voice.
"I figured something like this might happen. As we speak, more are already on their way." Folding his arms.
"Is that so...?" her lowering head.
Awareness on the possibility, reinforcements on their way. Wishing in avoiding this, her home underneath attack. Loathing the battlefield, her brewing feelings. Those never stopping, intruding upon the happiness of others. Not wanting in leaving, building her life in this place. Memories of valuableness, anger steadily building. His faint smile, that man standing from his seat. Urging her in signing it, her shaking hand. Unable to do this, willingness in stepping out once more. Glaring into his vision, sharpness of it. His beating heart, fear coming over him. Extending her right hand, sentiments vividly reaching. Blackness tearing away at it, that elderly one moving back. Her expanding arm, revealing that shadowy claw of a dragon. Massiveness of it, her pulsing veins, fury in her gaze.
"If you want to see a demon when their fangs are out, this is it." Her chilling tone.
Failure of her plan, necessity in acting. Giving up this life, fineness with it. Protecting those of this village, her heart loving them. Walking around the desk, that man motioning away. Trembling of his vision, backing against the wall. Standing before him, glaring into his vision. Raising that claw, malevolence harshly flowing out of her. Grabbing his head, screaming of the elderly one. Holding him high, crushing down on him. Streaming blood, darkness ripping him apart. Silence shortly coming, nothingness of him. Proceeding onward, finding herself at the center of the village. Enemies coming in, weapons aiming at her. Unease from them, Fernandez barking. Her attention above, that animal throwing a bow. Catching it, a weapon of the gods. Landing behind her, Valor moving beside her.
Standing on her side, an arrow to the string. Pulling it back, aiming at her foes. Firing at them, negativity shielding the three. Releasing that attack, darkness tearing through. Scarring the earth, crashing into them. Reaching far, nothing remaining. Villagers witnessing this, their trembling eyes. Unable to comprehend this, knowing it is their friend. Wings of whiteness revealing from her, largeness of them. Feathers scattering below, ascending high. Locking onto countless, aiming to the sky. Unleashing another arrow, that assault splitting. Innumerable of darkness crashing down onto those foes, sounding explosions. Echoing screams, longness of this. Hours going by, eventually ceasing. Descending below, her wings no more.
Her vision upon them, faintly smiling. Fading away, saying her farewell. Sadness of them, crying children. Understanding her secrecy, those protecting them. Days going by, a clinic no longer operational. Months passing, nothing changing. Years of this, awaiting her return. A boy of smallness wandering onto the land of the mansion, weakness of him. Blood soaking him, collapsing in front of the fountain. A presence nearby, struggling in pain. Raising his head, unable in seeing the face of a woman. Passing out, hours of unconsciousness. Awakening at sundown, a blanket covering him. Wind hitting against him, his pain no more. Finding himself in a chair out on the porch, confusing of this. Standing on the ground, looking around, scratching the back of his head. Moving to the front, pushing open the door to the mansion. State of cleanliness, stepping in. Calling out, none answering, strangeness of this.
"Whoever you are, thank you!" he bows.
Death an inch away, one giving up. Wounds of deepness, collapsing from it. Awakening in a state of betterment, someone caring for him. Gratefulness to them, leaving the building. Closing the door, turning away. Gazing at his surroundings, plants along the corners. Flowers of health in each direction, niceness of this view. Walking down the path, stopping at the gate. An idea in mind, a way in giving back a bit. Years going by, that boy now a man, a shrine of a goddess at the side of the entrance. His coat of longness, pants the same, shirtless of him. A scar along his face, eyes of the land.
"Just so you know, there is no need to hide. I am certain everyone will welcome your presence, anyway...I gotta go." He smiles.
Building this, gratitude to the person. Never seeing her, a place in a state of wellness. Positivity of her presence, wondering of her. One observing him over the years, appreciation of his efforts. Residing from a distance, never revealing to another. Shortly leaving the area, his own direction in going. A distortion by the shrine, that young woman residing there. Her coat of whiteness extending down, shortness of her pants. Her grey shirt, one living more at ease. A boy of smallness holding onto her leg, hair reflecting the sun, eyes of the bleeding moon. Pants above his knees, his top of crimson. Valor standing by her side, casuals on him, Fernandez on her other end. Confusion from the boy, his gaze on the shrine, strangeness of this.
"Mommy? Why did he build this?" that boy questions.
"Azad, this is how some show their gratitude." She glances back to him.
"He's a good man, since he was a boy." Valor folding his arms, faintly smiling.
"Indeed." Cyra softly agreeing.
Flowing feelings, gentleness in existence. Horribleness along the way, fineness with it. Hearts uniting in this game, those moving beyond blackness. Light of faintness, continuously holding onto this. Having one more child, difficulty at first, steadily adjusting. Her companion assisting her, distantness at times. A boy occasionally unable in understanding his mother's state, her kindness always remaining. Memories eternally scarring her, slowly moving past her troubles. This life of hers now, a connecting bond. That deity moving behind her, wrapping his arms around her. Glancing back to him, smiling of brightness on the other.
It might be years until I can reveal myself again, but that is fine. One day, I will resume openly caring for others. It might end the same way, but I will never truly stop. Until then, I will raise my child, and teach him all that I know.
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