Italics are Thoughts
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Prologue
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He watch her from the darkness, his eyes following her every move as she was in and lived in the woods. She gently ran her soft, peach color hands through the unique flowers. This was not his first time watching her from afar, though he hoped it would be the last: he was tired of simply spying her when he really longed to meet her, speak to her… touch her. She didn't know him, sitting in the deep shadows of the great, old oak as the sun set down the horizon.
She was a slave to the Hunter Tristan Taylor. She wasn't just some slave; she expressed compassion, kindness, caring and love. She only expressed these feelings when her best friend, Mai Valentine, was with her. Well, that's what Joey ever talked about, Mai Valentine. Joey, too, had his eyes on Mai, who was, also, a slave.
Seto gave a deep sigh, his eyes never losing track of the young lady's movements below. He had lost track of the number of times he had sat in the tree, watching her for hours on end. She lowered her body to smell the aromatic flowers. She smiled and said a small 'hello, to you, too'. Most of the time she was with Mai, but his favorite time was when she came alone.
Serenity stood about 5'1". Serenity danced slowly, like a belly dancer, not stepping on any blossoms and petals. The flowers gave a soft glow to her graceful movements.
Of course, it didn't hurt that she was attractive... as far as humans go, anyway. Her fire color locks were long and even, falling to the small of her back. Normally, she tied her hair back, but when she was alone she let it down. He liked her best then: her loose locks whisking around as she spun slowly, a soft glint in her hazel-emerald eyes, the limbs of her lithe body moving exquisitely.
Seto licked his lips idly; feverishly thinking of what he hoped would come in the near future.
Soon, he thought.
Soon she will know all there is to know and she will join me, at my side for all eternity.
He stood on the branch abruptly without stirring so much as a leaf. Reaching inside his onyx trench coat, he pulled out a single white rose, since roses didn't grow in the woods for some unknown reason. Snapping off the flower from the thorny stem, the tall man, who stood 6'2", gently tossed the rose towards the flowerbed. A sudden gust of wind caught the falling flower and carried it to rest on the ground at the young lady's feet.
Seto watched her intently, as she paused. She bent down with her knees and scooped up the stem less rose with both of her hands. As she stared at the white petals, she looked around and saw nothing, but trees and leaves. Serenity looked at the rose again and smiled. She closed her eyes and gave a gentle kiss. She stood up and put the white flower between her left ear and hair.
"Thank you, who ever you are. I wish one day, I will meet my mystery person," she quietly said with happiness her voice, looking around one more time.
Seto looked at her and smiled. He turned to leave, but before he dissolved into the growing shadow, he gave a faint whisper,
"Wait for me... my Serenity."
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What do you think? This was the story that I was talking about, that no longer exists on However, in the original story, the girl isn't a slave and she practices with a weapon. But this is a story I wanted to try out. I'm looking for a title though. Did you like the story? Please don't flame this story, and please, please, please, don't mention about my grammar. I'm sick and tired of people till this day tell me 'you might want to check your grammar' or 'you might want to have a beta-reader check it out for you'. So please, please, please, don't mention about my grammar. I already know that I do have horrible grammar.
Please don't flame. If you like it, I will continue, however, like I said before, the story will be slow in progress and I appreciated if you are patient.
Ki Wingz