I once met a girl by the name of
Elise Syringa
Her name meant
Elise a Pledged to god. syringa a latin word for Lilac
But she was just a gift to me. She need not pledge to me. For she was more of a gift than anything else. Lilac. A flower of beauty and sweet aroma.
She stood km a field casting spells burning all men who dared touch her proclaiming her for a witch. She was far more. A calm face killing men who crossed her. A force to be weary of. Her hair pitch black like her eyes. A small face, a white dress with a blue cape flowing around her.
She had to be mine
In a human form i approached her. She raised her hand, flams still on her finger tips.
"It is not wise to raise a hand against a god. But you are surely no minor witch."
"And to whom is a god for someone who finds practice in their own power. I seek no master." She turned on her heels. Making a path thought the flames. I flowed her.
5 days trying to talk to her. She ignored me. On the 6th day. Her mana was low and she needed crystals to restore herself. I returned to her while she slept in a tree. I waited. She was taken aback when she awoke. But the crystals made her smile. I decided my duties as a god meant nothing more and I would do all I can to make her mine.
She married me 5 months later and became Elise Autumnales.
Now she lives in a body. No were near as strong as she was in that field or on our many other adventures. But in this vessels house she remained my beautiful maiden. Lilac the flower of first love. Never pledged to me but only a gift I would never trade for the world.
Elise Autumnales
