"Dad! Dad!" A female voice echoed through the heat haze, his eyes a daze but the violet hair and bright irises, was ever so clear. her knees fell and looked down at her fathers body, seeing the state he was in, her face paled, and immediately took out the potions her father gave her to help.

But the man stopped her hand, with wet eyes and panicking expression , she stilled and looked at her fathers face.

he said.

"Viola...It's no use... the weapon he used is mixed with both curse and blessing, it's a unique but powerful weapon, older than even me...it's already been destroyed now... but it's effects remain...The potion won't work... I don't have enough magic either..." He knew, that just being a ale to talk for so long even with his injuries were a blessing, if he didn't have such a tap normally trained body, he would have long died.

Viola spilled even more tears, and didn't know what to do.

"Is there... Is there really nothing I can do?" She choked out.

The man held his hand up to her, even though she's over twenty, compared to him, she's still a child. He held her damp cheek and wiped her eyes, the warmth from her skin transmitted to his palm.

She gently moved his arms to hold his remaining hand, without saying anything, without tearing her yes away, she waited for an answer,

With a smile unbefitting of a dying man, be spoke.

"There is...one thing,"

Violas eyes sparkled and immediate asked

"Wha...what is it? What can I do?!"

"...to finally learn how to make chocolates sweet not bland, then I be happy, your husband would happy too." He jested. But her daughter didn't seem all that amused, she looked slightly angry and face reddened.

"That's not what I'm saying!!" She complained, but looking over her fathers gentle and loving smile, her flames were put out.

As of having a starting contest, the two looked at each other's eyes without blinking. And viola broke the silence, she smiled and chuckled amongst her tears.

"Haha, it's like we're back at home, laughing and crying, getting angry over little things, and meeting everyone else..." Her smile suddenly twisted, as if the memories themselves seem to cause her rife.

She started sobbing, her voice hiccuping as she talked.

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"If I was stronger I could have helped you... If... If I had the magic, I could bring you to that world to remove the curse..." Words of regret, that she didn't have power, didn't have the strength to protect her closest people.

But the man smiled, somewhere in her, he saw himself, but he preferred if she didn't end up like him.

"Silly girl... *cough* you being here is plenty... I told you once before, to live it self is not living, a life is not complete without death... I've seen you marry, I've seen my grandchild.... I have nothing more I want.... These twenty years you gave me, nothing has been more precious... So...."

Viola, couldn't help it, using all her strength she embraced her father, not minding the blood staining her clothes, she wished to savour the remains warmth her fathers body has had left.

The man, didn't resist, nor did he have the strength to, he wanted to embrace her bad, but his arms didn't listen.

"So... If you could be happy, then that's all I wish for. I hope you don't resent, because if you do, then won't all the memories we had become sorrowful? I... My daughter, I love you..."

For the first time in years, tears spilled from his eyes, perhaps it be the last time he'll cry, yet this tears were such a happy thing.

Right next to his ears, her violet hair crumbled in his face, even bough her voice was breaking, she tried to reply.

"Ye.... Yes, dad, I love you too..."

He heard her words, loud and clear, reverberating in his mind, he closed his eyes with a smile.

The words enveloped him, and he slowly sank, where the cries of his daughter seem to be whispered at the back of his head, her where her voice seems to slowly drift away, the warmth sinking him into somewhere, where the pain the pain to breath wouldn't reach.

So quiet, so still... That it's comforting.

All these years, hundreds, thousands, perhaps even millions, who knows, he stopped counting. But all these years, he lived and lived, even through all the death beneath his feet. Her strived, and perhaps.... perhaps this was want he wanted? The mere 20 twenty years... He spent with her, completed. hi.s. life.

He thought... That its was strangely...

Fulfilling.