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XXXIV - E L E C T R I C!

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TW- PROFANITY/MENTIONS OF ALCOHOL ABUSE

WC- 1621

--DREAM POV---

A young girl fighting for her life as a small village girl. A girl with a painful history. She was the spark of our revolution.

And indeed she was. Her history was already tough enough as is, but by leaving her old friend techno, she was given a freedom. This wasn't the freedom she particularly desired, though. During those two years on her own, she rid the streets from crime, but saw it as a terrible deed.

Why so, you may ask?

She was a killer. Though I wouldn't particularly phrase it like that. Everything inside of me believes she thinks of herself like that, but she is not. She saved even more lives than she had taken without notice. Hell, she probably saved mine back in those days.

My father found an extreme level of greed once the rumors of none other than herself had been going around. He wanted her dead oh so badly, so he ordered all of his armies to track and kill her on spot.

But that never happened.

I saw her hatred through the pain she had been forced to go through. The village she had grown up in was destroyed because of my father's powerful command. That was the spark of it all.

She, out of the entire population of her village, was one of two people that had survived his attack. Her and her bother, all because of me.

My father had sent missions of children and adults out to strike surrounding empires only for material. The thought of revenge was out too far now. He was filled with greed and a narcissist. After his beloved wife died, he was never once the same again.

Once day, he was struck down and murdered. Without even knowing it, (Y/N) had killed my father. I knew at some point, this was bound to occur, but I could never look at her the same way ever again.

She had freed my kingdom. She had freed me. The life I had been through before his death was worse than rotting in a prison for the rest of my life. I craved death at many points, but I had confidence. My life would change for the better, and it did.

Well, after we had to kill off the blood god that is. His motive for war was still alive, and almost stronger than my father's. But I knew well that it was just the voices intoxicating his mind after (Y/N) had left him. He had been imprisoned, but soon released. After his release, he had planned an assassination. An assassination fully lead by himself in order to claim power.

Without a doubt, he had easily struck down and let the voices take full control. But I knew very well that the only one that could kill him was (Y/N) due to the fact that he still had a soft spot for her, even if it was pushed far, far back.

She had done so much without even putting a single thought into it. She saved thousands upon thousands of lives, and still grieves over the fact that she is a killer.

Her eyes shine with guilt, but all I can see is the light of life. I slowly take her hand in mine and bow as the rhythm of the music seems in a blur. All of my attention is on her, and I am going to live out this night with her as much as I can. I now place my hands lightly on her waist as she looks up at me and lays her hands behind my neck. Her touch is electric and addicting in every way.

Our feet dance along the quarts floor with an unknown passion. No intoxicated memories lace their way through our minds as we dance the night away. She was a very skilled dancer for a girl who has been through far too much. It most definitely explains her technique in fighting. Patterns of excellent foot placement as she twirls without hesitation. A light smile makes its way to her mouth as she lets out a small giggle. The creases in her face tell very well that all of that built-up rage had been left long ago.