The Mystery
She was a mystery. Her past was unrecorded and long forgotten, especially by herself. All anyone really knew was that she was born of water and wrought with passion. She chose her battles carefully, and fought them recklessly. A wild, untamed girl trapped in the body of a woman, with a silent power emanating from the horizon in her eye, a power very different from his. He adored her laugh, and cherished the look in her eyes when she was convinced she was right.
She believed fate led them together, he believed his lifestyle would keep them apart. But she altered the odds and walked beside him at night, under the moon and veiled in starlight, her steps aglow from lightning bugs that followed in her wake across a verdant field, the path before them shown like the azure glow of fairy fire. Compassion rolled off her shoulders like a waterfall, and he unexpectedly turned and whispered his love, no one more surprised then himself.
As he slept that day, she danced with the sunlight, sang songs to the raindrops, and composed a rainbow. A rainbow that cast a shadow, a path that would lead him to his new home, a path he would be forced to venture into the light to follow.
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