Hundreds of sorcerers stood together, waiting nervously for the news. Waiting to know if the war was over- the war they have been fighting for centuries now. Was it over? Was Mevolent finally dead?
Saracen and Dexter stood side-by-side, staring apprehensively up at the announcer, who let the silence draw on, building tension. Saracen was counting as the seconds passed in his head: one second… two seconds… three seconds. The announcer let his gaze wander, occasionally meeting sorcerer's eyes. "Just tell us!" a man shouted. There was a rise of agreement from the crowd. Seven seconds… eight seconds… nine seconds, Saracen continued. The announcer smiled and exhaled. Eleven seconds… twelve seconds… thirteen seconds.
"The war… is over. Mevolent is dead," his smile widened, "We won!" There was a stunned silence, but immediate cheers ensued. It was the sound of pure happiness. Shocked, Saracen covered his mouth, then he looked towards Dexter.
"Oh, Saracen!" Dexter exclaimed. He stepped forward and threw himself at Saracen, wrapping his arms tightly around his body. The impact made Saracen take a few steps back. He laughed, and Dexter followed sinc, a laugh escaping his lips.
Saracen grinned, "God, it doesn't feel real."
Dexter shook his head and laughed, "No, no it doesn't."
"I love you so much," Saracen blurted,
Dexter turned his face down and kissed Saracen's forehead, "I love you too."