A forgotten dream

(Narrated)

As Lior kept watching the woman before him, treating his wounds with desperation, He felt peace. The black cloaked woman, short hairs blowing with the gale, standing at the edge of a cliff with her back facing him, high heeled boots. That old forgotten dream of his. Years of chasing the girl who appeared countless times in his sleep is now in front of him, all worn out with war, no, with life. Those dull brown eyes reeks hatred towards the people who are not the followers of the last string. The distinction of right and wrong has been embedded in those eyes. The last clock was ready. He was a little disappointed and scared at first when it was revealed that he was destined with a being of matter and cells rather than his own kind - Winged Sapiens - created from light. The beings of matter and cells are dominant from the beings of flame and light, a divine distinction in the law of the strings. It seems she has fallen into the wrong side. As Rose left with her medical bag and the gun that hung on her back, Lior promised himself that they will meet again. Lior smiled at the sight of her leaving and wondered how would she react once she would be aware of his actual age and his identity. He wondered if he would ever be able to win her trust with such a hard demeanor she has built for herself.