Dark Flame Of Mine [Creedance]

He saw it. The moment that the flames died in her eyes, and his head tilted in response. He was bewildered. As she took a step closer to him, he held his ground his head lowering a little more watching her every muscle. She seemed so familiar yet so much of a stranger to him. Her words? her voice it was different but it spoke to him, in such a familiar way. He was bewildered and that made him angry. She said her name was Amaranth, but that was impossible. Those mercenaries had been ruthless, why, would they have kept her alive?

As the tears spilled from her eyes, he felt a strange desire to comfort her. It disturbed him, and he took a step away from her almost unwillingly. The words she had spoken rang in the air, and of their own volition, his lips parted and words tumbled out. ? I am Creedance.? He spoke flatly, coldly. His ears flattened against his head, his oddly colored eyes were dull and void of emotion. This conversation was possibly the strangest that he had endured, and he just wanted to escape it.