Chapter ?: (Unknown-End?-In-Progress)

As Darius stood there atop the colosseum , hunched with his arms crossed on top the wooden railing. He stared out at the beaten field, pondering the past struggles, and his thoughts trailed off; his grip with reality started to waiver. Startled, he jumped, a soft, pale, hand now rested on his shoulder.

Breathing heavily, he brought his hand to hers’, “you gave me a fright, my dear,” as his voiced wavered.

Still breathing heavily, turning his head towards her while looking into her deep emerald eyes, finer than any jewel. Princess Ariana giggled while she tossed her head to one side.

“What are you doing up here?” she asked.

His face turned up and he looked back toward the field, “just thinking about the past and how much has changed. It’s been quite the adventure hasn’t it?”

She laughed and stood next to him on the fence, still holding onto his hand. The breeze blew threw her hair as she laughed. He stared at her from the corner of his eye, her caramelized waves and light skin glowing in the fading sun. Her laugh subsided as she brushed her hair back, over the long points of her ears.

“It really has been something else, and we’re still alive too” she replied.

His face went smug as he looked at her, “like you have to worry about dying anytime soon, you’re immortal. I’m the one that has to worry about death here.”

Looking up she gave an innocent kiss to his cheek. “Immortal or not, I can still die in war…or a broken heart. So don’t leave me again, I don’t think my heart would survive it.”

“Don’t worry dear, I don’t plan on taking any more adventures.”

“Good,” she replied her face aglow with a smile.

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About Hakarune

Trying live life on my terms now I love to travel and have been to a lot of the US, and want to see the whole world and learn every language I can.... I love humor and sarcasm and use them both all the time, to the point where some people hate me for it, but as they say "Like Father Like Son." My dad is awesome and I love him, I missed not having him around when I was growing up, but now I'm making up for lost time. My dad is like my best friend and is like me, just older and not as hansom. Though I've been called worse than him cause I don't filter what I say (at all) and I'm blunt, honest, and speak exactly what I think as well as am a sarcastic ass to the point of occasionally offending people without meaning to, but that's life. Live it and get over it, and make the best of what time you got, don't sweat the small things. View all posts by Hakarune

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