Under that ancient statue of the high elder, you stood. Your sword pointed at who dead was supposed to claim. She was no different— That gaze, though covered by those silky blindfolds, still showed that very same cold, venomous ardor

You've done this before— You knew it. This fight was almost indistinguishable than the one of the ancient era. But instead of that old sense of betrayal, nostalgia crept in your soul. A sense of longing, for the long gone times where your life shined at it's brightest, for the moments of a warmth sensation that only she could have brought—

Of those memories where her spirit was still be able shine, her heart mellow with love

But you knew, that such thoughts were but delusions. Wishes that will never come true.

And now, you could only lead to the final blow. There were no other choices, nor options. One last dance,

with your one and only.

"...."