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'You haven't asked me about the most prominent scar of all on your body, Umbra.' Death chuckled.
Her laugh sounded like rattling bones and bounced off of the doors.
But it was strangely comforting hearing her laugh.
"What? My magic scars?" I placed my hands on my breasts.
She nodded.
"Oh, I didn't even consider that as an actual scar but, I'd like to see."
She motioned to a purple door.
*~{[Mesmerizing stars twinkled in stunning constellations, whispering tales unspoken by human tongue.
Captivating light.
Asra watched them sparkle above the irreverent Lazaret.
Naive beauty above.
He fell forward slightly as the boat hit the land of the island.
His mind focused on the ash, blinking away the star's light.
He found himself with an anxious pit in his stomach as he advanced out of the boat.
The needle of the intricate compass wavered agilely in his hand while he rushed onto the coarse and ashy ground.
The sky was gray and smelled of fire and redolent of something foully sweet.
His nose twitched up at the ashy stench burning in his lungs.
Depressed black trees rested with gentle creaks in the soft wind, stripped of their leaves.
The trees looked as though one could touch it gently and it would fall to the ground in a mass of dust.
The breeze blew ashes and dirt along the spread of the island as Asra walked.
There was not a single person he could see on the island.
Some of the people quarantined had been cured and sent back home, the others cremated.
Asra was nervous seeing how empty the island was.
Because Umbra hadn't come home after the plague passed.
"Umbra? Umbra, are you here?" Asra called out, his eyes rheumy and began to well.
He gripped the end of his shirt with one hand and the other held the compass in its golden receptacle.
His compass didn't work like how a usual compass would.
It doesn't direct you to the north or south, it directs you to where you deeply want to go, or where something special is.
"Please... Please," He whispered, tears falling from his eyes.
As he walked farther in, the compass started spinning wildly, the needle nearly jumping out of the intricately designed case.
He stood completely still and in complete silence, observing the compass closely.
This couldn't be right, he thought.
Why would she be here?
He looked down in disbelief as realization struck him.
All of his emotions welled up inside him at once as he dropped to his knees, sobbing uncontrollably and sifting his fingers through the ash and bones of what was once his apprentice.
Umbra, the woman he's known for years and he loved since he met her.
That masquerade night was when he decided he would finally tell her how he felt about her.
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Amo Tu (AsraXFemaleCharacter)
Fantasy☆Asra x Female Character ☆Major smut warning ☆PLEASE READ THE "☆PLEASE READ☆" CHAPTER FOR INFO ☆(I also listed the many smut chapters there ;))☆ ☆I don't own any character except for Umbra, my mc ☆This is the best thing I've ever written in my life...
