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Once I was running, there was no way to stop me. I was gone. No one could catch me to see what was going on. What was really going on was, I was free. No ties to hold me to the ground anymore, no chains around my neck, no unfaithful words spoken behind my back, but to my face at the same time. And I was ready; ready to move on. There was no looking back from this desolate era. His face, his voice, I never wanted to see or hear from him again. Everything about him angered me to a degree of which I could not even be angry.



As I ran, and I ran and I ran... I felt the wind in my hair, coursing through my fingers, blowing straight through my skin and into my veins as if wind and I were one, intertwined with the single connection that keeps this earth spinning, love. Yes. Something real had found me. My heart beating as fast as a race horse runs. This love... it was never ending.



But then, abruptly, I stopped. Water. I was not sad. I was content with where I'd stood. With water, I was able to cleanse my soul and become new once again. Water and I had grown to be great friends. I stood by it's side each day. It grew fruits for me, I was able to eat. Never did water let me down. Never did he give in. He persevered at earning my heart, my trust, caressing me in his gentle waves.



Eventually, there came a day where I could no longer live a moment without water. He had felt the same way. He took me beneath his tide and we became one great water; an ocean. It was beautiful. The most beautiful thing I'd ever felt. Knowing I'd never be alone again, with him by my side was heartwarming. Soon we began to bear fish in our seas. Sharks and dolphins, whales and puffers, and I loved him more and more as our family of fish grew. I was pleased, as was he. But the day came, the sun was high. We were evaporated into thin air. Our children, fried to oblivion. I was not afraid to die. I was leaving this earth with the one I'd loved. We had held onto each other our entire lives and, even now at the hour of destruction, knew our legacy would live on.

WARNING: THE WRITER IS UNABLE TO RECALL EVERYTHING FROM A PAST LIFE. THIS STORY IS WRITTEN ONLY FROM WHAT SHE COULD DIG UP.

Spirit Walkers are hidden among the mortals of the Earth. They do not notice them because they are too busy with their own lives. For millions of years, humans have gossiped, gotten to know each other and never wondered what happened in the spirit world. Of course, this world is well hidden from them anyways. Sometimes, spiritual wars break out among the good and evil. Again, the mortals do not see them because they are too absorbed in texting and other such nonsense. The ones who do are considered special and most of the time do not say a word.

"Alea, promise me after this war, we'll fight alongside each other if we cross paths again," Azrael pleaded.

"I promise my friend," she said, blood leaking from her sides.

They were at war with Satan's general, Azrak. It had been raging on for several years. During these years, Azrael had learned the ways of an assassin while Alea, a master of disguise. They had been companions, spending time together; platonic. They fought, some would say in the name of the Lord, to defeat evil. All this would not help Alea now. Her neck and sides were cut badly and seething with pain. She was looking Death in the face.

"Alea, even now, at the hour of death I see happiness," Azrael said.

Memories flashed through both their minds. She was always there for him. When he became discouraged, she'd put her arm around him and tell him it was alright. She fought excruciatingly well. She was passionate in everything she did. She meant something even with a slight arm motion.

"Keep fighting, Dragonborn. You are the true winner of this game," She closed her eyes. She was gone.

Azrael got angry, "Azrak! Show yourself!"

He appeared with an evil smile on his face, "What are you to do now? Your poor acquaintence does not appear to be looking so well."

This is what made steam rise from Azrael's head. Acquaintence? Who did Azrak think he was? Alea was more than an acquantence. She was the light of the fire, the hope in the hopeless times, the fighting the battle. She was no acquaintence; she was a best friend.

"I am taking you down with or without Alea. You will NOT hurt anyone anymore."

The battle went on between them for quite sometime. Soon enough, seven others came along. They did not mean to disturb a battle. They were angels passing through, but helped Azrael. Though their power was enough to kill Azrak, they spared his life and trapped him in eternal jail. No soul is able to leave unless God or Satan releases that soul.

After the seven angels whom the names of were not mentioned helped Azrael defeat Azrak, he took Alea and carried her for several miles. She was surprisingly heavy, but he did not mind. He brought her body to the nearest town and dropped her there. Azrael knelt down at the fallen soldier and looked her over. A strange breeze swept over him as he kissed her cold, dead forehead.

"You really are gone," he smiled, "or you would've punched me in the face. It would've hurt too."

Azrael was glad. He had defeated Azrak and avenged Alea. Hopefully now his life would be at peace.

He stood to his feet gathering his strength and body mass, but before he could, collapsed right by Alea's side. He was donefore; finished. He could not breath. Not only did he defeat the face of evil that day, but he also defeated himself.

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