_Eshwar_

A tragedy...
An abrupt departure...
Death...
And rebirth.

Pain, rage, struggle, and blood honed a sword.
A sword sharp enough to sever through reality and reveal what lies beyond.

It unveiled something,
Or rather, someone, incomprehensible and unprecedented....
A being who seems to weave the threads of fate.

Does he truly exist, or is he merely a manifestation of another's will?
If he does exist, what purpose does he serve?
Is there really a purpose, or is it just another will imposed upon him?
If it is another's will, can he defy it?
Can he turn his sword against his creator,
A being who literally writes his reality?

Or will he be consumed by the abyss from which his power flows,
Forever lost in the shifting void of his own making?

The Blind Swordsman.

As she lied to herself uncertainly, the shadow he had turned into gradually vanished under her still fearful gaze, his loudly uttered words turned into a concern for her well being and his raised voice turned into a voice that merely wanted to reach her troubled consciousness filled with thoughts of him abandoning her, and within a matter of seconds, in front of her stood a handsome young man who had been blinded, but had also somehow become a man blind to love too, but....

He was the man she had come to love.

Rushing towards her man, Ela hugged him tightly once again.

"..... You," Ken mumbled, as if dumbfounded. "....Do you even understand the words I'm speaking?"

"Yes! I-I-I j-j-just don't c-c-care!! Y-y-you said that y-y-you'll a-allow me t-to love you for a-a-a-a who-o-o-le year before I c-c-can confess m-m-m-my feelings for you one-n-n-nce again!"

I'm not worthy.....