Author's Notes: Another new story! And it's romance! Everybody run and hide now! XD This won't be updated nearly as frequently as The Spectres of Amatsu, but it will be when that story's finished. I only just realised recently that Comodo is actually completely built in a cave o.o
Disclaimer: Ragnarok Online in no shape and form belongs to me.
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Ragnarok Online
Footfalls over Sand
Prologue
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She had never believed in love at first sight, so she turned back and walked past again.
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Comodo's stage was filled with the sounds of music con moto, feet lightly falling to the beat of drums. Rainbows danced amongst the audience, amongst the stars on the stage, a kaleidoscope of colour splashing against the backdrop of the ivory white oyster shell between palm trees. Comodo was a conglomerate of light, sound, movement and colour, all mixing and threading amongst each other in the chaotic harmony of the shifting oceans. But here in Comodo, the chaotic harmony was not from its waters, but from the creators of the footfalls over sand. And in the centre of it all was the Pearl of Comodo. She was the apple of the fast moving city's eye; she was a flawless diamond kept secure in a case; she was every teenage boy's wet dream.
She was the centre of the universe.
Twirling and whirling, everything spun around her. The faces of her fans blurred as she danced. The other dancers twisted their grotesque bodies and tried to match her movements, but they were glittering maggots compared to her. The waves would part before her, dragons would sing for her and vines would grow scented flowers for her. She was all smiles and radiant beauty; she was the one who walked on rose petals thrown before her sandalled feet so she need not touch the low dirt; she was the beauty among beasts, a goddess worshipped by men, an angel women could only look upon in awe and lament their lack.
She was untouchable.
So when she stepped down from her alabaster pedestal to walk through her adoring fans, she was genuinely surprised when a man stepped out from nowhere and gently took her hand in his. Her first instinct was to curl her lips into a sneer at the one foolish enough to touch a goddess. Everyone knew those who came in direct contact with the divine would be burned in their pure light. But when her eyes settled on his features, she realised he was above those unimportant naked apes, he was above a mere mortal; he was a god himself, the Adonis of men. His eyes fixed onto hers and he pressed a soft kiss to her fingertips.
"I'll be waiting, Jasmine," he whispered.
And he took a step back, melding back into the press of the crowd with a face and a confident smile he knew she wouldn't forget.
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Author's Notes: Perhaps it seems superficial right now, but superficiality is all part of the game. Comments and criticism welcome.