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Fighters love...


Under times of love and war they are all most identical. Both sides all ways warring to win and never to stop. Yet what if your life was actually torn between not just love, but actual war and your lover. To see them off and let them go as if it was the last time you would ever see their face. Risking the chance to never hold them as your own again. Letting them go to a cold world that does not care for what love they hold. Taking their life on a whim of a blade. These are the times that many face and many face heartbreaks and sadness.
Chapter 1

With the passing of years of knowing each other, it was all most impossible the time past. She starred at him as he drew farther away from their home that they only established just a mere year ago. Seeing him in his armor gleaming in the morning sun and the fog around his feet. He marched proudly as a soldier of Red dragon army. Known for his skill with a blade he was placed immediately within their ranks. Smiling a weak smile at the thought she wiped away a tear that feel down her cheek. Slowly as her hand touched her cheek she paused and look at the tear within her palm. Then spoke softly to herself

“He’s actually leaving this time…and I don’t know if I can take it. For so long he would smile and shake his head at me. Telling me that “It’s ok my love…This war will be over before the leaves of fall touch the ground” Then he would kiss my tears away. But now…”

Her words drifted off as if the very wind had takened it away. She looked and was stunned as her lover had vanished away into the morning fog. Leaping from her knees as she layed against the wooden post of their home. She frantically looked to see him emerge once more, just playing a cruel joke. Except this time it wasn’t the red scarf she gave him was no where in sight. Truly he was gone from her this time. Weeping all most uncontrollably she fell to her knees in her Kimono. Placing her left hand and pressing her palm into the wooden porch, she leaned forward. Letting her tears fall into her right hand that caught them.

From a distance the warrior stopped in his dirt path and looked back. Holding the hilt of his beloved crescent sword, a tear fell down his cheek. He closed his eyes and shook his head, so badly did he wish to run back. Running back to his newly engaged fiancé, to strip his armor away and hold her. Not to worry about some war that is needed to fight. All most willing to do it and yet he stopped. His country and the principles he held kept his feet in place. Turning away he rose his hand armored hand and wiped away the tear from his cheek. Doing so he began to walk once more the path he chose to follow. As he wiped the tear away he still kept his hand up and touched the red scarf wrapped around his lower portion of his face. Touching it lightly he remembered the day she gave this to him. Several years ago….


Chapter 2