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Sun Dali...

Her voice was soft.

Soft enough that two words left Dali without a doubt of his love for her.

But it was also hard.

The softness was centered around a hard core of conviction and certainty.

Her voice seemed to surround him and support him.

It resonated with his bones, amplifying itself.

His bones shook, but it felt pleasant.

A constant reminder that he was still listening to her.

It spoke again, and he strained to listen.

Do you know why there are four elements?

He detected a faint western accent, as if she was slightly European.

He tasted an emptiness on the breath he imagined she would breathe.

A kind of sameness which strikes you as impossible.

Like walking onto a carpet, only to find your feet feeling wood.

Do you know why there are four between, and eight between those?

He knew something was wrong with that.

Four and four and eight…

That was twice as many elements as he knew.

He remembered someone theorising the existence of the secondary-intercardinal elements in the book he had read.

Because it is not divisible by three.

For there are three gods to this world.

They did not wish for it to be divided among them. They choose instead to work together.

They first was the Dragon.

He built this world from nothing, and then ceased all interference.

He chose one Apostle, and made him his knight and trusted companion.

The second was the Pheonix.

She understood this world the best, and made it a paradise for all creatures.

She abandoned her own world for ours, and gave herself to improve our world.

She chose five Apostles, and made them the greatest soldiers this world has to offer.

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The third took their world and our own, and brought them together.

He allowed the populace of his world into ours, so that all could revel in their creation.

He chose three Apostles, and made them the happiest women in the world.

He was the Unicorn.

They used him to disguise their operations in both worlds.

As well as their true goal.

He waited, but the voice had stopped talking.

He wanted her to keep talking.

To hear her voice, to feel it coursing through his body.

The feeling of support died as well, and he became desperate.

He wanted to speak, but he was scared to.

His own voice would be ugly and crude in comparison.

He could never equal her.

He knew that with a certainty and conviction greater than anything he had ever felt before in his life.

He saw a light in the darkness.

It would take him back to his world.

He would go back to his world, and live his life.

Alone.

“Wait!” he yelled.

There was nothing for a while, and he knew that it was too late, he had waited too long.

She was gone.

Yes?

She sounded nervous, but pleased.

Not pleased. Not happy.

He realised that she sounded, of all things, thrilled.

Like she was hoping he would call after her, but not sure that he would.

Scared that he wasn’t going to call for her.

“I-”

He was scared.

He had never been nervous about talking to a girl before in his life.

Admittedly, he hadn’t met very many girls until recently, but he still felt that this was something special.

“I just wanted to talk to you more.”

She didn’t say anything.

“I just wanted to be near you.”

She still didn’t speak.

“Did I do something wrong?” he asked desperately.

“Why aren’t you speaking to me?”

He started to cry.

Tears streamed down his face.

He wiped them away, and tried to hide his sorrow.

Sorry!

She seemed to be embracing him, comforting him.

Her voice sounded like she was crying too.

It’s just-

Your voice sounded like, well-

Like you were hugging me.

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