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William Basker Darkmore kept his intelligent eyes on his mate. When he first set his eyes on her, her orbs were hollow and lost to the world, like she had given up on life itself, there were tears too... Streaming down like endless water. She was pale and looked closely like a skeleton. Humans… They always find a way to mistreat themselves and ruin their very nature. That was the very reason he disliked descending the Mortal Realm.
But there was no way he could turn a blind eye just yet for he had a goal which he spent half of his life trying to fulfill, for the first goal was 'her' and he has obtained his fairy… and the next he does not know what enthralls...
Basker, his mentor wasn't very specific, the old man always likes his riddle but this particular one was the clearest he has ever gotten. After 700 centuries of wandering the mortal realm each century with the limited time he was given in other dimensions, he has finally found her. His fairy…
