It was cold, and dark. Sinister and somber, the young woman with her pale skin, ebony hair, doe-eyes and thick lips upon a voluptuous body, ivory in color, began to feel the darkness seep within her veins and very core. Shivering, she glanced at all sides around her. She squinted, trying to make sense of her surroundings but feeling nervous as the arid fog consumed the remaining light of dusk. Gripping the folds of her velvet, dark violet dress, Marianna began to walk.
I know that he's somewhere...
One step. Two steps. Her heart was beating with every advancement, skipping here and there from the nerves.
His taste... Lingers...
The kiss from her betrothed, from her beloved was upon her doll-like lips, lingering like the taste of salted caramel covered with cream.
She was not immortal. Nor was she of royal descent, although her name would make one assume as such. Marianna's heart pounded upon her chest as she continued to snake her way through the mist to reach her destination. The darkness opened up the remaining senses in her soul to compensate for the lack of sight. Each breath took in the sharp taste of dry nighttime air, skin prickling as the mist made it's way across her bare arms and shoulders.
I can almost feel him.
Her body nearly froze as she saw in front of her, the man she was to see.
"Auron."
That all-too familiar scar and gaze made it's way across her eyes. The man before her had literally, before seconds of thinking of him, made the fog disappear in seconds through some force of magic to now have the vast landscape clear. Pale colored sand dunes as far as the naked eye could see was what made up the landscape, embellished by starlight and the clear nighttime sky. Time seemed almost endless as the two made their meeting in silence.
"I... Never got the chance to say goodbye... That one night." The elven beauty's voice subsided as her head tilted downwards, as if embarrassed to look into the stern man's face. No words were returned, in which the young woman closed her eyes. Still nothing was returned after a while of waiting.
Hm. What to expect, from a man so silent as himsel-
"Destiny calls."
The loud noise which was to nearly knock her over, trembling, shocked her more than the near blinding light which followed as the tall, older man, cloaked in a blood-red garment with armor entered into a vortex and disappeared almost as quickly as Marianna had found him.
The fog returned shortly thereafter. Still shaken, the raven haired female did her best to regain her ground. A smirk was what managed to make it's way towards her lips.
"Destiny... Calls?" Taking a deep breath, her hand made it's way across her clavicles to a pocket right near her right shoulder. Inside was what appeared to be a silver pen. Pushing it, the fog disappeared all in a matter of two seconds, the landscape returning to it's eerie emptiness. Her eyes made it's way upwards to the sky, darting to a red star. A crooked smile returned. "No, Auron. I called Destiny."
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