Author's Memo: Changed some major problems in the fic. Like the "levels", etc. I'm currently fixing the junk in my fictions, like chapter repitition .. Peace !

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Told once again…

A heavy sigh and a sad smile crossed the sweet face of a flower lady by the side of merchants trying to make ends meet. She loathed the fact that she sold flowers. She would think to herself "of what use are flowers in this world were people have to fight to live!"

Lovers were her daily customers. Sweet with words they were that she envied them. She longed as anybody else would for the time that the flower would be offered to her. She sighed once more and stared at the dew kissed flowers she grew to love. The place were she sold bouquets was a very busy place. Some people trying to get to Glast Heim or to Al de bran, she laughed at the fights that ensued in that place. But one thing that always made her content was the flow of people there. Many opportunities she would think to herself. Blacksmiths, Wizards, Hunters frequented this place. As they liked to call it the warp area… most of, Priests frequented this place and one in particular made her heart stop. He was a young server of God. Who kept the vows he made. He healed, helped those who were in the brink of death and never did scam. With short red hair, and tall height he was rather charming, and very polite to talk to.

She liked him, a lot… and so did he, but as an acquaintance. She always thought that he didn't like her because he had everything he wanted. Whilst she had flowers to sell, Kris a name that echoed through her mind. Over a love that could never be, he frequented his visits. But of course for her it was never enough. He was one of the persevering fighters in this world of Mortals, though not quite that good, he had a nice bearing with him and a reputation to reckon with. Although dreaming of being one of the most powerful soon. She saw him late at evenings to mornings. Until she finally cracked and confessed…

As he smiled at her as he was leaving now to fight once more…she started to cry and shake…

"I…I …love you , Is it impossible for you to do so to me?"

Shocked and flattered the young clergy gently wiped off the tears in her face w/ the back of his hand….

"It is not impossible, just, just that…I can't"

" You can't?"

He laughed at her seemingly naïve nature.

"I'm aHighPriest remember?"

She smiled at this…it wasn't funny for her…it hurt but his smile was warm and comfortable and made her smile.

"I just needed to tell you that..."

" And you did and I can't I'm sorry…You'll find lots who're betterthen I, You'll feel better, after a time or so... ! Are you all right?"

"No, but your here"

A smile crossed his face and so it did with hers. She knew it deep within her that she was always meant to watch lovers and never be one. She accepted his sign of friendship and vowed in secret that she would love him until Ragnarok would come. She prayed to the God's to set him free of his duty but it would never happen.

A laugh came, a priest and a flower merchant like me…ha! Sheer fantasy… A figure said as she closed the book she was reading and smiled as a priest past by her. A handsome priest by that,

"Why is it that something forbidden tastes all the more sweet?"

As the High Priest past by her she followed him with her glance…and she was in love w/o knowing it. And the story she just read is told once again…