My Arch Nemesis (ZiLing/LongLing)

I ; Missing Finch

I'd never thought I'd find what it truly meant to live like a dove,

But then you came and taught me the art of love.

Now it seems as though these feelings are everlasting within my body and soul,

And under my watch, your magenta-tinted eyes are what shall never befoul.

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On one peace-driven misty morning, the great Spear of Dragon sat amongst the stone pillars of the grand Dragon Altar. The cool gray stone floors are cleansed of any matter. This was where he grew up. Where he had learned to fight, strategize, and most importantly, love.

He loved those around him who had watched him grow, faced his hardships along with him, and celebrated his victorious outcomes. As a lad, he'd gotten into tons of mischieve. They were there to fix it up and console the brunet. He loved them all forevermore, except for how his master had gotten him into a predicament of a sort as of late.

Speaking of the devil, or should I say, dragon, the old geezer's rumbling heaved across the large space nearly inaudibly. As he presented in his human form, the most distinct feature he bears is his white furls descending as a beard and mustache. His brawn was scarce with height not more than a twelve-year-old kid. Once he fully emerged at the peak of his own altar, he faced his most diligent disciple who in contrast was facing him.

The wise dragon spoke, "Long-er, you have fulfilled your ultimate goal of defeating the black dragon. What do you now wish to do?"

"I don't know, Shifu," replied his humble disciple.

"Think about the choice I gave you. You're young, mighty, and uncannily handsome as well. The things girls would do to let your heart welcome them are abundant. Not only is this beneficial for you, but it is also to guarantee an heir to continue your legacy in a case where the black dragon does return," continued the old figure.

The warrior in turn replied, "In all honesty, I have never thought about starting a family, and the pressure you've been putting on me to find a lover... I don't know yet, I need time to think."

"Okay, but you ought to have a resolution and tell me by the next full moon. Do you understand, young Zilong?"

"Yes, Shifu."

With that, the great dragon's presence evaporated leaving golden smoke which slowly disappeared with his departure.

It's not that the dragon disciple didn't understand his master's concerns about a possible return of the black dragon, it's just that it hasn't been a while since the final duel. The brown-eyed male had never considered what he'd do if he won and survived which was in fact what had happened. He had only planned to supposedly hold a reunion with all his acquaintances.

Baxia and Wanwan who had joined forces with all the disciples within the Dragon Altar during the long war, Zilong doesn't know about their whereabouts. From what he'd heard, they left shortly after the long-awaited defeat of Yu Zhong while Zilong himself was passed out from fighting all day and night.

For the last of the oriental fighters, communication has been minimal with the Spear of Dragon. He'd slipped past all the people there without a trace. How did he manage it? Well, the answer lies in plain sight, he is obviously a well-trained assassin.

The next full moon is two weeks from the present. That sure is a lot of time.

The seasoned warrior found no reason left to stay in this blank space. Therefore, he picked up his mighty spear and set off to adventure.

"If I may, where are you going, Zhao Shixiong?"

"I'm going for a stroll. Tell the others and any visitors that I'll be back by nightfall."