"I imagined the great Wahasha would be taller. This is a bit underwhelming" The bastard gives a cocky smile at the end. Blonde hair buzz cut. Blue eyes, clear. Fuck, in another life Hilter would have been waving he's dick out for this one.
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1588 Nanjing (Ming Dynasty)
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I stare at my dying wife, my screaming new born in my arms. My older son tugs at my jade skirt sobbing wanting me to fix this. But they are in the background, a faint whisper. All I can see is their mother.
A beautiful Mongol maiden I had brought back from a battle over the wall. Her eye's always held a mystery. You could see her feelings in how the dark brown changed. In times when I had surprised her in the throws of passion the color would lighten. Now they were a mirroring black.
There's nothing you can do for her now, only make her comfortable. Cossite's voice runs through my head. Breaking me out of my shock, I take my little boy's hand and guide it to the dying dragon's side.
He falls on top of her. Hugging, yelling at her to get better. I hand the baby to a servant and kneel in front of Ming. There is a piece of her thick hair stuck by sweat to her cheek. In sunlight, the black would look silver. Even now, in candlelight her black silk threads shine.
Taking the piece between two fingers, I push it back behind her ear. A small tear escapes the eye near my hand. As I move my hand away she grabs it with the strength she has left, "Take care of them." She says it barely louder than a whisper. Then she falls into endless sleep. Her hand no longer holding mine. Only my heart remains in her grasp.
She's gone for now, you will find her again, you are destined. Now you must get out of the way so the priest can do his job. Numb, I take Cossite's advice; and rip my young son off the second dragon that I have let die by me.
The boy struggles and screams trying to go back to his mother. I turn him around to face me outside of the room and run my palm hard across his wet cheek. The slap shocks him out of his madness. I say, "She's gone, but you are not. You brother needs you now. To tell him who his mother was. To make sure she is not forgotten."
With him still sniffling I hand him to the same servant that the baby is with. Then quickly leave the house before I can be confronted by anyone.
The rest of the homes and buildings are quiet around me. Lantern light makes wet clay rooftops shimmer. There is a full moon tonight. She is probably looking down in shame at her crying husband, I think.
No. She is looking down in equal sadness at the man that loved her more than any human could have. Your souls are bound. You two will always find each other.
"From this day on," I whisper into the night. "I promise I will forever love you. No matter where you may be. If I find you, I will keep you by my side. I won't let you die again. I will protect you."
