Prologue (Pt.2)

Time. Time was the cruelest and nicest mistress that this world had ever seen. Here he finally was. Hearing the two words he'd wanted to hear for what seemed like centuries. Newol had once turned his back on the entire world, disappeared into the wilderness, and locked his voice away, the wait had been so terrible. Now all the pieces where finally starting to fall together into the puzzle. It had been a painful walk. For he was determind to stay a good soul. The brute was imperfect. He could count the sins of the world around them and tell every single sinner why they where wrong. It was easy to let the black in your heart win through and become a tyrant. To say that everyone else had to hurt as much as you. It was satisfing, sure. But did the world as a whole really deserve it? No. This, right here, this is what the world deserved.

Happiness. The faint glimer of light in the darkness. For all his anger, for all his hate, Newol could honestly say that he was not a hateful soul. If given the chance, he would show a guiding light to those beset by wicked ways. As much as he hated what he'd indured. As much as he hated what others had to indure, he still believed redemption to be the sweetest justice of them all. It was a charming notion. But it was a hard notion. Righting your own wrongs was painful. Righting any kind of wrong was painful. But there was one wrong that would be righted here today. Because Avalon and he had been meant for each other a very long time ago. But they would not be denied this time. Here again, where it all begain. Newol was very good at adapting, moving on. It came from his refusal to simply lay down and give up. Sure, he'd lost her. And it had hurt. But at the time he'd been determind to carry on despite his lose. But she'd chased him in her dreams. This day. This day would be more for her than anything. She'd deserved it. She'd earned it. He could not say that he'd saved himself for her. He could not say that he had never walked this stage before.

But he'd never danced to this particular song, at least. Any women he'd covered in the past had simply been out of a fleeting moment of passion. This was very much different. This was a binding, much more permanent action. This was the joining of two souls. The most deep form of intamicy. In truth, he envyed her for that fact. Her first experiance being something like this after so many untreated seasons. It would be one hell of a thing to experiance. Taking one last look into her amber eyes, he would nuzzle her deep into the underside of her neck, breathing in her scent. This is what she wanted just as much as he. As so, they would both finally be rewarded for the long road they had walked.

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