Disclaimer: Oh fickle fortune! Fie and blast! Twas nary a day hath I entertained the very idea. Forsooth! For Summon Night: Swordcraft Story is not mine own.
(Cackles) Thou should'st just read the story. Hark, for I'll be surprised if'n I continue t'other story of mine pen this week. Aye, a break if thee will. I commendeth thee for the epic wait thee shalt endure.
I demandeth thee this:
Craftlord of Legend
I forbideth thee to update, for I have yet to review thine latest chapter.
Continueth, if thee doth so choose…
Eternal Lovin'
Failure: noun. 1. An act or instance of failing or proving unsuccessful; lack of success 2. A person or thing that proves unsuccessful
The word describes him oh-so-well.
He failed to achieve the riches he so desired.
He failed to aid the Diegleyans.
He failed to hold on to his career.
He failed to keep his friends.
He failed to keep the peace in Wystern.
But most importantly, he failed to impress her. All these things mean nothing to him compared to this. Did she acknowledge him? She did. She knew his plots, knew what he was doing.
But she was always one step ahead.
Was she impressed? No. Was he impressed? Yes.
Oh how he desired her!
Her long, luscious hair compared to no one else's.
Her beautiful eyes—anyone could get lost in them.
Her all-knowing smile, a sure sign whenever she uncovered his plans.
But, her stunning appearance is no match for her brains. Her intelligence matched his, and every brain cell lined up. She was keen, sly, and as cunning as him.
But she knew where her loyalties lay. He didn't know. And that was his downfall.
Someone as great, perfect even, as her would always elude his reach. If only he had some more time…
If only he had some more money…
If only he got rid of that mustache that Pratty insulted…
If only that crate wasn't falling down at 150 miles per hour…
If only he was better at math….
If only he had…Kouren.