~This time our story opens on a battle field. There is a fire near the scene, the smoke and embers wafting onto the figures we are focused on. A woman, her hair is reflecting the flames in a silver tint. In her arms is another, curls matted with blood. The woman being held was gripping the arm of the woman with silver hair, digging her nails into the skin.~
"Aelia... Aelia!"
The woman smiled sadly and coughed, blood coming up. She looked up at her lover, freeing up her arm to tangle her fingers in the silver hair.
"Don't yell Aysel love. My head hurts like a son of a bitch."
~Aysel hung her head over the body of her lover. Aelia was losing blood, and fast. She was fading before Aysel's eyes.~
"I don't have long love." Aelia made eye contact with Aysel. Tears were running down Aysel's face. "Don't cry love. It's not the time for that yet." She caressed Aysel's face, wiping off the tears.
"I'm gonna die soon. I don't blame you Aysel. Just promise me. Promise nobody other than us has to suffer like this. Promise we will snuff out all of the darkness in this world. Can you promise?"
Aysel nodded, the tears flicking off her face and reflecting the flames around them almost as well as her silver hair.
~The flames around the couple danced. The screams of people echoed throughout the battlefield, but the women paid no heed to the death around them.~
"Good." Aelia looked satisfied as she closed her eyes. "In the next life my love."
With those words, Aelia died in the arms of the now sobbing Aysel.
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Oz woke up.