Chapter 12: Somewhere In The Middle of The Woods
Out in the woods, outside the city of New York, Phoenix is carving a piece of wood, that she cut from one of the trees, surrounding the area with her scrimtar. When she is interrupted by a sound of someone stepping on a twig.
She goes back to what she was doing, obviously ignoring it. Until she hears it again.
"Who's there," snarled Phoenix, she didn't like her peace being disturbed.
A spirit of a Neimoidian approaches her direction, wearing bluish purple robes, a lone scar and a hole where his heart should be, decorated his chest.
Phoenix knew who this was.
"Gunray... Is that you, my beloved viceroy?"
A smile tugged his lips. "Phoenix, you know I no longer go by that title anymore, right?"
A smile tugged at her lips, as well. "I do, but you're still my viceroy."
Phoenix rubbed the back of her neck, even though he could read her mind, she had to ask him.
"Gunray... you don't mind me, taking a new mate, do you?"
He sighed, "Even though, I'm not thrill with the idea, I understand, I don't blame you for moving on."
Before he had a chance to leave this plane of existence, Phoenix called out his name one last time, getting his attention.
"Gunray, when my time does come will you wait for me on the other side."
"You know, I will."
His spirit glowed til it dissipate into specks of light, disappearing one by one. Leaving her to what she was doing.
After a couple of minutes have passed, she was please with the end result, when she was done with her business, she stops to see a piece of fabric, laying on the ground, picking it up, she realizes that it came from her beloved viceroy's robes. Phoenix wraps it around her neck, placing both her hands on it.
Releasing a sigh, muttering to the darkness, "No matter where I go, you always seem to follow me. You are my guardian angel after all. I love you, Gunray. Always have, always will."
She begins to walk away from the woods.
