Ascension of Dusk
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Last published Thu, Jun 16, 2016
"Do you know what you remind me of, Ydur?" Her voice was gentle, and soft as she looked at me with such mournful dark eyes, "You remind me of the dusk."
I didn't know it at the time.. But I was always destined to die. For what, and for who, and when.. I had no idea of knowing. It was written in the stars, etched into the vast weave that all life was stitched into when they were born into this desperate world. I never minded death, because I always knew it was lurking right behind me, breathing its icy breath down my neck every passing hour of every day. I loved, I hated, and scorned the world for cursing me, and I cursed it back. In all honesty, I wanted to die. Whether it was a horrible, dishonorable death, or something that would have cleared my past didn't matter to me. As long as I no longer had to live eternity in this living hell that had been my life..
Until I met the person I would eventually find myself wanting to live for.
And it didn't matter if she realized it or not, but she was also destined to die. It drew me to her, like a moth to a blazing flame. She valued life, while I despised it. I even hated her, her overwhelming desire to live.. but that was why I felt so strongly about her. To protect her from a fate I knew I couldn't stop..
If I didn't die for her. My beautiful dawn, my only.
"I... Love you. Goodbye."
A young girl, the only hope for humanity. A god that had been cursed with the burden of Sorrows, Strife, and Envy who yearned for death more passionately than any other being who will be sent to kill her by one who seeks her hidden power. A far journey the two will face, one laced with anguish, grief, and precious lives lost to them. Fate binds them together, but when the time comes for the ultimate fight for their lives, will death rip them apart forever?
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