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Starry Nights
Life had not always been pleasant, living a life where you're hunted. Life had always been rough for Paul, a person who had been involved with Corruption. But it didn't matter to him anymore when he had met Dark. The day they met was something that never slipped away from his mind. It was a memory that motivated him, something that added to his list of reasons as to why he should continue to avoid a horrid fate. Thinking back, he smiled briefly.
Flashback….
A downpour of rain pelted Paul as he heaved ragged breaths. "Fuck..fuck..". Schlink. The rasp of a blade leaving its sheath had startled Paul, taking a wrong step as he plummeted down to meet the cold, wet, cobblestoned floor. Rolling by instinct as soon as he felt the hair on his neck stand up on end, a resounding clang had snapped him out of his shocked state. Fatigue clawed at him as his aching muscles impaired his movement. Quickly unsheathed his sabre, he had parried the flimsy strike the pursuer had executed and disarmed him with a technique devised by his mentor. Throwing a sharp, but powerful, elbow, towards the nose had sent the guard crumpling towards the ground. Dashing off further down the street, he had sheathed his sword once again, making for a slower paced walk. Turning his head back to see if any more hunters were in pursuit, he had been unaware of the lady that had been in his way, walking at similar pace as him. Bumping into her, he had his hand on the sabre's hilt within the cloak. Turning his head to attention, he had noticed that she was wearing a Corruption emblem on her own cloak, except it wasn't bright like any active Corruption member meaning.."You defected too?" he asked warily, relaxing his tight grip on the hilt. She nodded, the mana that had been rushing to her fingertips to be used had broken off. Feeling as if a huge burden had been lifted off his back, he genuinely smiled, and stuck his hand out. "My name is Paul Damatre, would you like to be my partner in crime?" he asked in a humorous tone, something he hadn't heard in a long time. Slightly blushing, she returned a smile,"My name is Dark Merlmorie, and I accept your offer of companionship."
Flashback end…
Sighing blissfully,he glanced at the woman he was glad he had met years ago after defecting. Dark was a woman with a mage's build, slim and lithe providing for quicker spell-casting movements and even quicker movement. Involuntarily reaching out to pull her closer, she had leaned in closer, a scent of fresh rainwater assaulting his senses. Playing with her brown hair, mindlessly, he asked her,"How long before we come in contact with some other defectors..?".
"A couple days Paul." she responded, an expression of anticipation adorning her face. Night had settled in, as countless stars lit up their campsite. Paul grinned, pointing at one of the stars,"You know. I used to dwell in the darkness, blindly fighting for my life." Dark nodded, smiling sadly. "Here's a question for you. What do you think finally lit up my world?" he asked, smiling widely. Dark thought about it,"A-uh..torch?" she stuttered, too embarrassed to admit it was her. Chuckling, he shook his head,"No silly. You lit up the night I walked on. You guided me through it all. You're like my..north star…" Smiling, the both of them turned to each other and leaned it for a single passionate kiss. Pulling away, Paul softly smiled,"Yeah..my north star.."