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Ah, the flow of time, the most complicate and uncontrollable mechanism ever known; able to heal the deepest of wounds and dampen the warmest of loves. No one has ever been able to escape from its merciless spiral; not even those who believe they can see and control fate...
In the flow of time, just one sun had passed from the moment the Xaela warrior opened his eyes. Too little to change another life; too late to change his own. His wounds, which would have taken weeks or months to heal, had almost disappeared. A few servants had brought him food sometimes, but no one had dared to speak to him. Or no one had been instructed to, after his display of discourtesy.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hM8BilUwcGg
From the window of his silent room, life greeted him in the shape of a blue sky, which slowly turned orange as the sun started fading. A red and peaceful afternoon, with no other sound than the cicadas' cry from outside. Slowly, as if not wanting to disrupt the calmness of he moment, the sliding door opened. It was a Raen that the warrior could recognize; the female who had supposedly healed his wounds, Yura. She looked at him quietly for a moment, her expression the same he remembered. It was like flat water in a lake, just like her voice when she spoke.
"Would you allow me to check your wounds?"
Ah, the flow of time, the most complicate and uncontrollable mechanism ever known; able to heal the deepest of wounds and dampen the warmest of loves. No one has ever been able to escape from its merciless spiral; not even those who believe they can see and control fate...
In the flow of time, just one sun had passed from the moment the Xaela warrior opened his eyes. Too little to change another life; too late to change his own. His wounds, which would have taken weeks or months to heal, had almost disappeared. A few servants had brought him food sometimes, but no one had dared to speak to him. Or no one had been instructed to, after his display of discourtesy.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hM8BilUwcGg
From the window of his silent room, life greeted him in the shape of a blue sky, which slowly turned orange as the sun started fading. A red and peaceful afternoon, with no other sound than the cicadas' cry from outside. Slowly, as if not wanting to disrupt the calmness of he moment, the sliding door opened. It was a Raen that the warrior could recognize; the female who had supposedly healed his wounds, Yura. She looked at him quietly for a moment, her expression the same he remembered. It was like flat water in a lake, just like her voice when she spoke.
"Would you allow me to check your wounds?"
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Clover Blake (Hyur) /Â K'mih Yohko (Miqo'te)
