Crossing Paths

"Will everything be fine on Moskov?" Whispered Helcurt.

"Everything's fine for him, don't worry, that bastard's got a bland sense on everything." Groaned Thamuz as they walk with his demon forces on the path leading to the Swan Lake.

The storm's slowly brewing up.

"I'll be taking the tribe on the valley over there!" Screeched Helcurt. "Of course, of course and remember, the Dawn Maiden is our top priority here so don't just go and waste all of your shit on those puny cannon fodders!". "Hehehe i will!" Then, they separated ways.

A minute later Gusion was trotting down the grassy path of the Swan Lake on the other side of where Thamuz and his armies are headed. Playing with his dagger, and He could not help but to picture: the end of his father's sad, lonely life. Cannot be escaped as the setting and the rising of the sun.

He continued to walk the grassy path without any sense of direction, reminiscing about his wonderful memories with his father. Takes the obsidian dagger out of his cloak and whirls it around with his blood-fed hand. Strode down with a light and a recovering mood. Hands on the ground listening to the tormented sound of the land and boosted off like having a ferocious raven's instincts for the hunt driven off by fear and anger. Then, the shadow demons rampaged down the valley of the Swan Lake.

He remembers it clearly, a very familiar and a memory to feel. Gusion rushed down the grassy path, past the beautiful bellflowers and the waving dandelions under the sky of darkness and despair.

Mourns and shouts are already starting beyond the castle hallway. Leaping aggressively on the wind, light and completely sensual. He hid himself among the parallel constructed statues. He had drawn himself closely to a mass army of soul-cursed undead led by the dreadful, diabolical, dictator-to-take, Thamuz.

Thankfully, none of Thamuz's soldiers have figured him out. Otherwise it wouldn't be just a fight. It would be a war.

Tearing of flesh, demonic chuckles and war chants. All attentions leaped on Thamuz as he raise his crooked damascus scythe, blazing in glory. A chaos-devoted man and an abyssal figure of massive disarray and destruction, he's a competent and undefeated warrior in the battlefield, unmatched. A man who's filled with the will to destroy anything that will get on its way.

The blaze burned brightly in a distant just like a massive star in a clear night. The war hasn't started yet, but Gusion could feel Thamuz's aggression. A shimmering light appeared out of the castle window and it caught Thamuz's attention. Silence filled the place for a while, magical vibe dominates.

"Show yourself, Infidel!" calls Thamuz. Gusion draws himself closer by crouching on the bushes, daggers up, waiting for the perfect interval for attacking. Gusion could be uncertain about having an ally at this point, having to concentrate on pushing his breath in and out. Same erratical pants came out of his mouth as the situation's getting hotter.

"I could be more focused and be decisive if a Moniyan will jump out of that window, but still I am not certain of what I am going to do!" Gusion mumbled. As he crouched and moved slowly, his movements along with the northern winds blowing among the bushes, resonated, and caught some of the soldier's slight awareness making them fall in tiny suspicion. For one ridiculous moment, he feels like the same competitive sport he had once participated. Like that feeling of being nostalgic, standing in front of a mass army that is all up against you. He could've picked up the dagger out of its sheath.

Then someone promptly came and smashed the ground in front of the mass army, quaking the whole place. It wasn't that fast and they've caught it up coming down from mid-air and landed down like a bright falling star. All raised up their weapons. "I dare you not to infest this holy ground!" calls the voice of a girl in the wake of the impact filled with dust and smoke.

Silence.

Gusion's focus jumped, looking at the thick smoke with his mind filled with the casual thought of having someone helping him to turn the tables. He cannot come closer so he just watched and hope that it is an ally. He was shocked when he saw that it was Guinevere.

Now that he sees Guinevere up close, he gets the feeling of Guinevere not knowing that he was there. Guinevere's eyes was like of the tiger's, ferocious, and cunning. Just a pair of belligerent eyes anchoring a serious look on her face.

Guinevere have lost her sense of being frightened. Letting her magic flow in her entire system. Gusion thought of her being completely in trouble. There's nothing that Gusion can do for now but rather call her name in a whispering manner.

The demonic forces encircled around Guinevere. All of them showing their sharp weaponry depicting intimidation, but Guinevere don't mind.

Her eyes sparkled, caused by the concentration of light magic. Her face up high without showing any fear and hesitation. A phantom appeared out of her. Her eyes glistened like pure white crystals with tears on it.

Gusion whispered out her name again, awestruck and couldn't move. He remembers what Guinevere had spoken a day before present. "I will do whatever it takes to change this world for a better place," she whispers.

Gusion came back to his senses, He twirled his dagger and off he leaped out of the bush. Gusion could not bear seeing Guinevere being hopeless. He wished that he could make up all of his lost time for Guinevere. "Guinevere!" shouted Gusion. Guinevere noticed Gusion and they both glanced at each other, smiled at the end. Guinevere is so happy to see Gusion in good hands and it's like she have found her treasure that has been completely lost for a very long time. It was a very great emotional advantage to slaughter every enemy while burning the whole place with both of their will and desires.

Finally, they've took down the whole undead army with only Thamuz left. Thamuz could feel both of their audacity and was slightly intimidated. Without further ado, Thamuz engages Guinevere by launching his powerful crooked scythes towards him. Guinevere slipped past Thamuz's fissuring attack and Gusion throws his dagger at Thamuz. Somehow, the winds blowing lately turned into a massive storm as the fight intensifies. The aggression turned the field into a burning field of execution.

The battle stopped.

Breathing drops really hard. All of them couldn't keep up in the fight. Thamuz is strong indeed but as the fight goes on, their strengths is slowly becoming equalized and none of them could aim higher to by pass their standards of fighting. At a certain point, Thamuz couldn't keep up the fight so he manages to withdraw himself and retreated without gaining the slightest victor.

Gusion ran without any hesitations and hugged Guinevere very tight like seeing his long lost love after a very long time. Guinevere hugged back knowing that both of them felt the same thing.

It was like an uplifting scenario that bounded two individuals again after such a long road they've parted and took but eventually crossed their paths again at the end of the road.