Masiro Vilende

[Exile]

The next page was covered in blood, old blood, but blood. I turned it.

Page four

Beauty untamed
Beauty raw.
Beauty so pure
Makes me roar.


I sat on one of the hills just outside of the camp. Watching the new ones being destroyed by the Drill instructor. It was rather amusing. I watched for nearly an hour, maybe more. Then laid myself down on the grass with my hands behind my head, and closed my eyes. I heard twigs snap behind my head, and opened my eyes. What i witnessed there was not the beauty of the stars, not the raw beauty of the Lilian Nebula, with it's blue and pink flares. No, what i witnessed there was something far more beautiful. Something far more...Far more special. Her short blond hair hanging next to her face. Her stunning blue-red eyes staring down on me.
Nilara.

Nilara. An old friend of mine who i have known since i first arrived on the Snikmorder camp. We finished training about the same time, only two weeks apart. Her cherry red lips smiled at me.

There was a short but sweet "Hi" coming from those lips. Followed by a "Hey" comming from mine.
"Hi" And "Hey". The first words spoken between us in two whole years. Since her first assignment, since her mark. My brother.

She reached out to me, i grabbed her hand, and she pulled me up. Our eye's we're now on the same level. Staring deeply into each other. We stared for about twenty minutes. Not unpleasant staring, but deep, thorough staring. Drowning into each other's eye's. A perfect moment.

Then all of the sudden, a tear appeared on her face. A tear as beautiful as cristal. She started crying, and pulled me towards her. "I'm sorry", she said. I'm sorry.

I held her close and stroked her head. "Forgiven, love. Forgiven".


We lay down in the grass during the night, staring at the beautiful stars. The beautiful clouds and nebula's, until she finally fell asleep on my chest.

Forgiven, love. Forgiven.

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