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Once there were two children. As close as they could be, inseparable some would even say. They would always hold hands and play in the meadows near their town, singing songs and sharing stories among themselves. They would practice their skills together, the girl swordsmanship and the boy magic, both loving each other’s company. One day though, the fair came to their town. Beyond the booths was one labelled ‘Fortune’. The two went in together to meet an old man, beard as long as he was tall. They sat at the table and held out both of their tiny hands and as the man read them his eyes widened.

            “One of you, is destined for greatness. You will be the savior of this world… the other though… is destined to destroy it.”

            The children shared a look before leaving the tent.

            And despite the fortune, they remained close as ever.

            They continued to play and share their love for one another until one day,

            They grew up.

The younger one, a girl, tried to keep the other, a boy, close. She didn’t want the fortune to divide them nor adulthood. But the trials of daily life eventually separated them. The boy became crazed, no one sure what by, but soon his bloodthirst laid waste to their town. Nothing was left, or spared. Not even the girl’s family. Not even the boy’s family. Not even their friends. The girl wept into her hands on the dirty blood-soaked ground.

            But she let him go.

Soon the boy, now a man, set aflame their region, families murdered, the land burnt to a crisp; no longer usable for farming. Famine set upon the land, but the man was not done, he intended to finish what he started. He wanted the power to enslave the world under his hands.

The girl watched him from afar, praying that something would change his will, make him remember who he used to be, who he really was. But the help she prayed for did not come… not even when he reached the other nations. Soon the whole world had fallen to his madness, nothing left except the glimmer of hope that salvation would come. The girl, hardened by these hardships into a woman, knew what she must do.

She took a sword, the same one she used to practice with the man in the meadows, the man she loved so dearly, and went to the destroyed town they once called home.

            And there she found him, standing in the center of the ashes. His hands raised in celebration and his mouth a malicious grin. He turned to her and held out a hand.

            “Come to me.” He smiled.

Slowly the woman moved to him, cloak wrapped around herself. She took his hand and looked into his eyes. They were dull, as if they had been glossed over after years of destruction. A single tear formed in her eye before falling to the ground between them.

Then she whispered one thing, something so soft, the man had to strain to hear it.

            “I love you…”

She gritted her teeth and drove her sword straight through his heart, and slowly a familiar look returned to the man’s gaze. A look she remembered only from when they were alone together in the meadows. With a final gasp of pain, the man fell to her feet and the life in his body faded.

For the final time in her life, the girl fell to her knees and she wept.

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Once there were two children. As close as they could be, inseparable some would even say. They would always hold hands and play in the meadows near their town, singing songs and sharing stories among themselves. They would practice their skills together, the girl swordsmanship and the boy magic, both loving each other’s company. One day though, the fair came to their town. Beyond the booths was one labelled ‘Fortune’. The two went in together to meet an old man, beard as long as he was tall. They sat at the table and held out both of their tiny hands and as the man read them his eyes widened.

            “One of you, is destined for greatness. You will be the savior of this world… the other though… is destined to destroy it.”

            The children shared a look before leaving the tent.

            And despite the fortune, they remained close as ever.

            They continued to play and share their love for one another until one day,

            They grew up.

The younger one, a girl, tried to keep the other, a boy, close. She didn’t want the fortune to divide them nor adulthood. But the trials of daily life eventually separated them. The boy became crazed, no one sure what by, but soon his bloodthirst laid waste to their town. Nothing was left, or spared. Not even the girl’s family. Not even the boy’s family. Not even their friends. The girl wept into her hands on the dirty blood-soaked ground.

            But she let him go.

Soon the boy, now a man, set aflame their region, families murdered, the land burnt to a crisp; no longer usable for farming. Famine set upon the land, but the man was not done, he intended to finish what he started. He wanted the power to enslave the world under his hands.

The girl watched him from afar, praying that something would change his will, make him remember who he used to be, who he really was. But the help she prayed for did not come… not even when he reached the other nations. Soon the whole world had fallen to his madness, nothing left except the glimmer of hope that salvation would come. The girl, hardened by these hardships into a woman, knew what she must do.

She took a sword, the same one she used to practice with the man in the meadows, the man she loved so dearly, and went to the destroyed town they once called home.

            And there she found him, standing in the center of the ashes. His hands raised in celebration and his mouth a malicious grin. He turned to her and held out a hand.

            “Come to me.” He smiled.

Slowly the woman moved to him, cloak wrapped around herself. She took his hand and looked into his eyes. They were dull, as if they had been glossed over after years of destruction. A single tear formed in her eye before falling to the ground between them.

Then she whispered one thing, something so soft, the man had to strain to hear it.

            “I love you…”

She gritted her teeth and drove her sword straight through his heart, and slowly a familiar look returned to the man’s gaze. A look she remembered only from when they were alone together in the meadows. With a final gasp of pain, the man fell to her feet and the life in his body faded.

For the final time in her life, the girl fell to her knees and she wept.