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Chapter One:

The place below him was miniscule, a few cottages dotted the landscape, and beckoned to him like a long lost friend. He stood upon a hill that towered above all that layed beyond him, it's lush greenery and sky bound evergreen trees kept the people hidden, it all almost seemed to guard the village. The setting sun dipped behind the cottages, which gave the homes and farms a warm glow, like a dying fire draped in the colors of orange and amber. Tiny dots moved towards their homes, unaware of the stranger that watched them from his higher perch, one that longed for a place to belong. A man that would only be forced to move on again, change his name, and start over. He only wanted a place to call home, a place to put down roots, and a place to die. People like him would never be granted the gift of death. Natsu, son Igneel, God of Fire, would live forever as an immortal Demi-God. He remained upon the hill as the fire of the sun burned lower and night crept up on the villagers below. It wasn't until the stars began to twinkle brightly overhead, that he started the trek towards the cottages. A bag, that contained his few belongings, was slung over his shoulder, the evening breeze played through his pink hair, and determination tinted his steely onyx eyes.

The doubts played throughout his mind, but his stride through the field was confident. His steps only faltered when a vision of beauty stood before him, surrounded by wildflowers, and bathed in moonlight. Her white hair caught the light that was casted off of the moon, and glowed like polished silver of the crown of royalty. Natsu was instantly enamored by the strangers lovely countenance, he had to know her, and the pull he felt couldn't be ignored. Like the fire his father controlled, the Demi-God continued on his path, and impulsively spoke out, wanting nothing more than to have her attention. "Hello fair Maiden." She turned her eyes of blue upon the pink haired stranger and she offered him a warm and welcoming smile. "Hello there. May I offer you some assistence, kind sir?" Her voice was gentle and melodic, there was an eloquence as she spoke, she could pass as royalty, but was fated to be a peasant. "I hoped you could point me in the direction of your nearest inn, I am in need of a place to stay." A quiet concern gave her angelic features a subtle change, but not even a sadder emotion could detract from her beauty. She had claimed the Demi-God's undivided attention, he wasn't offering it and she hadn't been attempting to take it, but it belonged to her nonetheless.

She tossed a worried glance back towards the village, the soft glow of candles lit up the windows, and the smells of suppers that cooked waifted out into the night air. "It pains me to bring you this dreadful news, but our small village is in want of an inn." The disappointment washed over him suddenly, he would have to move on before even having the chance to get to know the white rose in the field of common wild flowers. "What a grave disappointment, this village called out to me, in what I thought was welcome, but it appears that I was mistaken. I suppose I should be on my way then, my journey is not yet complete." The early spring night air grew colder as the hour grew later, the young lady hugged herself to chase away the chill, as she looked towards the barn that stood nearby. "You are welcome to spend the night in the loft, if that offer pleases you, the space is yours. All I need to know, is your name." Her curosity mirrored his and that pleased him far more than her offer ever could, for he wanted to learn her name as well. "My given name is Natsu. Now if only I had the honor of knowing how to address you." The heartwarming smile that lit up her already stunning face was something she had gave to only him, in that sudden moment he owned her smile, and he wanted it to remain in his possession. She responded to him with her soft and sweet voice and gave him one more thing he desperately wanted, her name. "Lisanna."

The smile she wore grew even brighter, no one new had come around in years, and the last few visitors they did have, had been of the female variety. Lisanna may have been an innocent young woman, but even she knew when a man looked upon her with desire, this man's gaze was intense and full of longing. She wanted to be coy, keep her interest neutral, because she had no intentions of seeming desperate. She need only give him enough attention to keep him around for a short time, and learn if there could ever be something between them. Lisanna had always believed in fate and all she required was time to learn rather or not they were fated to be together, her soul would let her know. So she turned towards her barn and began to cross the field. Natsu stared at the woman, he didn't move, as he felt he had no right to follow her. He stayed where he stood, his feet firmly planted, until she looked back him, beaming like an angel of light. "Well, will you follow me or linger in the valley all night?" The Demi-God hesitated for a few moments, as a smile slowly spread on his face, then he sprinted after the fair peasant to close the space that had formed between them. He would accept her invitation, he had lived in far more disagreeable lodgings before, and he had never had a place with a more beautiful view than this one, for he had always loved roses.

Natsu dwelled on that farm far longer than he had ever stayed in one place, but he could not tear himself away from his white rose. The love between them had blossomed so naturally, he had come to need the mortal, yet he could not tell her about what he truly was. People feared what they did not understand, he had seen innocent humans hanged for crimes they had not committed, for witchcraft and dark magic. Those that really were gifted with the ability to use magic, were forced to hide in fear, and only hope that one day they would be accepted by the society that shunned them. He had no plans of scaring this lady away, not when he only had a limited amount of time to love her. During the years of their memorable affair, Natsu revelled in the happiness he had not yet experienced in his already lengthy life. He hadn't imagined that he would be given the gift of meeting his soulmate. He spent nearly all his spare time with her, with each passing moment they only grew closer, their soul's entangled, and became inseperable. As the years passed, Lisanna had began to wonder when Natsu would finally ask for her hand, but her patience was running out slowly. She wasn't getting any younger, she did not want to wind up a spinster, not when she could have a family of her own with the man she loved, yet he had not taken the next step.

Natsu had other concerns though, after nearly ten years in the village, his lack of aging had begun to become noticable. Laugh lines around pink lips and the corners of blue eyes, shattered the perfection of her once flawless skin. She was but a wilting rose, bound by the accursed time, that he himself shared no link to, she would die like so many others he had come to care about. He wanted to stay, to share whatever life she had left, but he knew that the others that lived around them would notice that he was an immortal, and destroy what they did not understand. He would be forced to leave long before that outcome could come to fruition, it caused him great pain, to know that soon, he would have to abandon the woman he loved more than life itself. He need only give himself a week, seven days to give Lisanna the romance she deserved, he would shower her with it, but then he must disappear in the night while she slept. He was aware of the cowardice of his plan, but to say goodbye would be far too painful, and his heart just couldn't take it.

Brown eyes scanned the other armored guards posted about the castle, Erza may have been the only female knight to grace a battle field, but she had a rather fearsome reputation. The kingdom of Fiore was the first to have a round table to be lead by a woman and the red headed warrior had commanded her troops to victory in every battle they faced. The King couldn't understand why a woman chose to live such a high risk lifestyle, but Erza, daughter of Zeref, God of Destruction, had no reason to fear death. A Demi-God, such as herself, was not an easy being to kill. One would think someone of her status would be free of weakness, but alas, she was doomed to have one. This weakness came in the form of the man she was sworn to protect, Prince Jellal, heir to the throne of Fiore. The man may have had the ability to make her weak in the knees, but she had somehow managed to capture his attention as well.

A forbidden feeling had taken hold of the Prince, he was bound to the rules of royality, destined to marry a woman of high standing and wealth, but it was a knight in his very court that had stolen his heart. He found himself going out of his way to speak to her, no matter how brief the conversation may be, she was a mystery, one that intrigued him greatly. Her strength was something to be admired, she was fierce when on the battle field, but at the same time she had the grace of a dancer. One couldn't help but notice her intelligence when she stratagized for a fight and her beauty, even when buried beneath armor, was undeniable. Though a Prince like him was forbidden to have her, he wanted her, and he always got what he wanted. What he hadn't deduced was that she would be so difficult to court, as her heart was carefully guarded behind the steel breast plate, shield, and sword. She ignored all of his advances, until he tried a different approach, afterall she wasn't like most of the women he came in contact with. She was different. Special.

It was a day, just like any other, Erza stood at her post, her steely appearence was in place, but his confidence was at an all time high. He casually strolled up to her, he chose to pretend like he didn't notice her annoyed sidelong glance, not when he knew exactly what to say. "Ah, Ms Scarlet, I was hoping I would run into you today." The red haired knight fought the urge to roll her eyes, but the man was persistant. "You know my post Highness, I don't suppose I am that hard to cross paths with." He laughed in an embarrassed sort of way, but her sarcasm could not deter him from his mission to win the woman's heart. "I suppose you're right, but I do like the short time we do get to spend together. I actually came to say that I watched your training session with the men under your command. Your skills are remarkable, I don't believe I have ever seen something so fearsomely beautiful. You, Ms Scarlet, are they only warrior to ever look so graceful when fighting. I declare, a regular fallen angel."

He smiled then, she tried to speak, but her brain failed her, and no words came to mind. Instead she found herself seeing a darker side buried beneath the debonair smile, the son of King Fernandes, was bound to be just as ruthless as his father. She tried to hide how flattered she felt when he spoke to her nor did she want to admit that excitement swelled up inside whenever he let his devilish side show in his smile or eyes. She had to make her next move carefully, she had no intentions of allowing him to see her soft side, not when his attraction to her was due to her strength. "You speak so highly of me, Highness, you try to flatter me." She held herself with a calm demeanor, her voice was even, but a soft blush tinted her ivory cheeks pink. "Are you implying that I had not been able to flatter you, Ms Scarlet? Well, isn't that a shame." Erza offered the Prince a confident smile, one that flustered him, and caused a mental stumble. "If I didn't know any better, Highness, I would almost think you were attempting to gain my attention."

Jellal chuckled deeply, his confidence didn't waiver, not when he was so close to securing her heart. He leaned in closer to her, his arm against the wall, propped up in a casual but alluring manner. "And what if that's exactly what I am attempting, Ms Scarlet?" He said her name in a way she had never heard before, it normally just made her heart skip a beat, but the way he said it at that moment had it racing. It was that very minute in time that their secret love affair had begun, it was what lead to the nights in the garden, under the stars. They would sneak into the library in the late hours of the night to see each other. Always after everyone in the castle slept, that was the few hours they would share, it was in that limited time that they fell in love. When they were together, the dull world seemed magical, but good things don't always last. They were fated to never last, not when the man she loved was bound to his throne and the obligations of the royal family. The day came when King Fernandes announced the marriage he had arranged between the Princess of the Crocus Kingdom and his son Jellal.

Erza was devasted by the news, but she stayed at her post, she believed that Jellal would tell his father about their love, and refuse to marry anyone else. She waited until Princess Ultear arrived in Fiore, that was when the brutal truth slapped her in the face, and the realisation became all too clear. Her Prince would do as his father requested and marry another woman, the Princess of Crocus was to be his wife. She wanted to cry, wanted to scream, wanted to be angry, but then her immortality dawned on her. She had been blinded to her own fate, her own obligations to her father, because all she allowed herself to see was Jellal. As painful as the whole situation was, it was for the best, as she would never be granted a normal life. So she put in her resignation, left the heartbreak behind, and forced herself to never look back. She returned to her nomadic lifestyle, never to stay in one place too long, and try not to ever connect with anyone again.

In the time it took for Natsu and Erza to cross paths and come to the conclusion that the two of them were very much alike, the people they had left behind had been swept up in their own lives. Jellal had married Princess Ultear and took the throne, which lead to his coronation as King Jellal of Fiore. Lisanna had finally settled for a farmer in another village, whom she had met when he had came through to visit his mother. The two were comfortable in their lives, but their souls longed for their true mates. Neither one was ever truly happy, not when the souls within cried out for the loves they had lost. When months gave into years, time caught up to the two mortals, and death had claimed them. The bodies which contained the damaged souls, gave way to age, and released the very thing that longed so greatly for the Demi-Gods. One would think that the love story between Natsu and Lisanna, and the love story between Erza and Jellal would end with the demise of the mortals, but no. It continues on, it will never end, not until the souls find what they desire. Closure will only come when the soul's cries stop. They cry now, in search of their soulmates, they make only one claim to the immortals they search for. They call out only two words, but it is a promise. "Eternally yours." The promise remains over the centuries, as the souls move from vessel to vessel, always to find their way back into the arms of their true loves, only to lose them again. They only long for the cycle to finally end.