|
Lethalia felt he call over her kind. Her first battle had finished, time for the next. However, this was something she did not intend. "So soon..." She thought, "too soon..."
The calling lead her to the forest. She could smell his aura, the same as it was back then... so many years ago. He had the best of both worlds. He was half of her kind, yet had enough human in him to get by and not perish, like most of her kinda had and were. A bitter sorrow seemed to fill the air and grew thicker as she approached the babblt firld of old, where he was waiting. Still masked by shadow, she saw him, the same as he had been.
"Such cruelty has brought us to fight the other," She thought to herself. She signed and looked up at the sky, unchanged since the end of time. It has seen a million ages of this world, as seen many races come and go, and now it would see her's. The thought only made the sorrow of the air all the more intense.
"You still fight yourself... I wonder why you seek more war when you have neigh to stop the one inside yourself." Lethalia stepped into the ring, her face hidden by her gray-green hood, body inclosed in a cloak. A mist seemed to cover the battle grounds as the pause between the two drew on and on. "How can you fight to be victorious here, when you have known no victory in yourself?"
|