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The Hero and the Handmaiden	By : xjoedirtx Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Oblivion Views: 4971 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Damien

The city gates were opened as Damien and a group of eight city guardsmen passed through, into the light garrison that was the only defense between Leyawiin and the Oblivion gate. Damien walked to meet the Captain of the Guard, Caelia Draconis. She was just barely shorter than him, wearing the usual getup of the city guard, consisting of a chainmail cuirass and city crest-bearing tunic over, steel boots, greaves, gauntlets, and shield. At her side was a long blade in a scabbard. Damien, having had run-ins with city guards before his service to the Blades, assumed it was a silver blade.
Caelia turned to face him. “It’s good to know that the Hero of Kvatch is here to assist us,” she said in a slightly stoic voice. “My guards are tough, but this is different. We’re not fighting bandits this time. We’ve got a real crisis on our hands.”
Damien nodded. “Indeed you do. How many troops are here in the city?”
“Close to 100,” she replied. “Should I order a full assault into the gate?”
“No,” Damien said as he shook his head. “A full assault will be suicide. I’ve seen whole armies staged in these realms. Whenever I go through one, I have the benefit of stealth on my side, and they don’t know I’m there. The armies are destroyed once I remove the sigil stones, and the ones that make it through the portal are few in number. A full attack will alert them, and you’ll have hundreds of Dremora, Xivilai, and Daedroth pouring through that gate once they’re through with your men. Leyawiin will be obliterated, just like Kvatch.”
Caelia looked down, seemingly defeated. “What should we do, then?” she said in a softer tone, reminiscent of a child who’s been scolded. “How can we defeat them?”
“I’ll enter with a small force of men from your guard,” Damien replied. “Two will be fine, preferably marksmen and hunters. We’ll slip through the citadel and remove the sigil stone.”
“And what of the rest of us?” She replied, slightly confused.
“Stay out here and guard the city. If any daedra get through, kill them from a distance with arrows. I’ve seen a single Dremora dismember four men before being taken down.”
Damien suddenly had a flashback to Kvatch. He remembered that moment, after a skirmish between the remnants of the guard and a group of clannfear, when a Dremora kynval appeared from behind a large piece of a fallen building, swinging his blade and beheading the Altmer that was leading the group. Damien was a good distance away, removing his blade from its place inside a now-dead scamp. He turned and saw the kynval slice off another guard’s head and a piece of his shoulder, blood spurting into the air as the body fell into a heap at the dremora’s feet. Damien began to charge, but before he could get there, one guard was impaled through the belly, and the other’s arms were sliced off his body, blood squirting out on both sides. The Dremora attempted to slice the bosmer in half down the center, but his blade got stuck just above his ribcage. When Damien reached him, he was desperately trying to pull the blade out, but it was too late. Damien drove his elven longsword into the Dremora, puncturing his armor and driving it deep into his body cavity. When the blade was in as far as it would go, Damien pulled it out and the Dremora fell to its knees. He was promptly decapitated, head and helmet rolling into a heap of debris among the carnage.
Coming back into the present, Damien continued. “Keep your men at a distance from them.”
Caelia nodded. “I will.” She turned to a group of her guards. “Felanu, Hagaer, up front!”
Two mer in the same armor, a dunmer and a bosmer, rushed to her side. “Yes, Ma’am?”
“I’m assigning you to assist the Hero of-“ she stopped as Damien cut her off.
“Please,” he interrupted. “You can call me Damien. I think the situation defeats the need for formalities.”
“Agreed,” she nodded. “I’m assigning you to assist Damien in his venture into the gate.”
The two elves mouths remained tightly closed, but their eyes had a hint of fear in them. “Yes ma’am,” said the two. “Is there a reason you singled the two of us out, ma’am?” asked the dunmer, Felanu.
Caelia stepped forward towards him, a look of anger in her eyes. “I have singled you two out for this mission because he needs people with skills of a hunter. Speed, stealth, and accurate marksmanship. You two are the best in those respects of the rest of the guard. And if you question my motives again I’ll bring you up on charges of insubordination. Is that clear?” She was clearly stressed over the situation.
Felanu took a gulp and nodded. “Yes, ma’am,” he agreed. “I was simply asking.”
“Good,” Caelia said as she turned to face Hagaer. “Do you have any issues with this mission?”
Hagaer shook his head. “No, ma’am,” he replied. “I joined the guard to serve and protect the city of Leyawiin. To serve and protect my family. If we succeed, I’ll have completed my purpose.”
Caelia turned away from them as her facial expression became one of deep thought. She was obviously worried about the bosmer’s family. “Good,” she said with her back to him. She turned to face Damien. “We’ll await your return.”
Damien nodded, and he and the two guards proceeded to enter the Oblivion gate.

Aria

The Count and Countess were watching the battle from atop the northeast tower. Just minutes after Damien and his escort entered the gate, three dozen Dremora and a dozen lesser daedra poured from the gate. The guards had followed Damien’s instructions; they fired volley after volley of arrows into the oncoming horde. The Dremora officers simply held their shields up in the air to block them, but some were struck and bleeding out. Either way, it was clear that the guards were going to run out of arrows sooner or later.
“Count, please, let me assist them!” exclaimed Aria, watching alongside them. “My magic skills can be of good use to them!”
The Count shook his head. “I cannot allow it. I am responsible for your well-being, Aria, and I-“
“I am an adult!” she interjected. “I may be a servant, but I can speak and think for myself. I know the risks, I know the danger, and I know that the guards need all the help they can get.”
Again, the Count shook his head. “Aria, you are like a daughter to me,” he said in a somber tone. “If something were to happen to you, I would not be able to live with myself, knowing I had put you in danger.”
Seemingly from nowhere, a ball of flame struck the ceiling of the tower, raining down sparks on those nearby, including the Count and Countess, who threw themselves to the ground to avoid them. Aria created a thin layer of water between them and the sparks, causing them to disappear in short wisps of smoke. The Count looked up at her, shocked. His expression changed from surprise to understanding. He nodded his head.
Aria jumped from the opening at the top of the tower, creating a wide ball of water below her just before her landing. It slowed her down enough to land softly. She began running towards the action, creating a ball of water in her hands. She tossed it into the air above the Dremora, and it froze. Suddenly, it shattered, raining down hundreds of small ice spikes. They merely shattered on contact with their armor; however a good majority struck them in the unprotected areas of the face and hands, as well as the unarmored bodies of the clannfear and scamps that tried to escape.
The guards took advantage of the situation and rushed the stunned daedra, blades and maces drawn. They slashed, stabbed, and pounded everything in sight, reveling in the blood that spewed from the throat of a scamp, or the crunching of a clannfear’s skull under the weight of a mace. They gave no pity or mercy, slaughtering every daedra in sight.
Aria used her skill with alteration magic to create blades of ice and throw them into the daedra. She summoned balls of fire and bolts of electricity and flung them at the daedra, stunning and burning them. Her attacks were finished by the guardsmen quickly taking advantage of their opponent’s state and closing in for the kill.
Once all the daedra were dead or wounded, the guards pulled back. The remaining Dremora retreated into the gate, defeated. The remaining creatures attempted a final charge at the guards, and were met with skull-crushing blows and dismembering slashes. The captain of the guard, Caelia Draconis, called for her men to return to their positions, however when they did it was clear they were not without casualties. At least thirty men lay dead between the barricades and the gate. Aria approached Caelia.
“What happens next?” she asked.
“We wait,” replied Caelia. “We wait for Damien to do his job.”

Damien
“Carefully now,” Damien whispered to his two escorts. “One wrong move and you’ll alert the guards.”
They had reached the primary tower inside the realm of Oblivion, however they were still outside. They positioned themselves atop small, rocky hills thirty feet from the entrance. Four Dremora stood guard outside the entrance.
“How should we proceed, sir?” asked Hagaer.
Damien looked over to the path leading to the left of the tower. A patrol of two guards passed down it, going away from the group. He looked up, and saw a walkway leading into a secondary tower.
“We climb.” He replied.
Confused, Felanu and Hagaer looked at each other, then back to Damien.
“I beg your pardon, sir?” asked Felanu.
“Follow me, I’ll show you.” Damien said as he and the others crept away, quietly.
They followed him for a good five minutes, to the base of the secondary tower he had seen. Damien reached into his quiver and pulled out three ordinary arrows. He held them in his left hand, and waved his right over them, chanting in Ayleid.
“Balangua Magicka, hilyat mala. Balangua Magicka, abagaianye adabala!”
After chanting this for each individual arrow three times, the arrowheads and feathers on the ends began to glow with a faint green light. Damien handed an arrow to Felanu and Hagaer, keeping one for himself.
“Are we going to kill the guards with them?” asked Felanu.
“No,” rebuffed Hagaer. “We’re going to rappel up the wall of the citadel.” He turned, coming face to face with Damien. “How do you know the ancient language of the Ayleids?”
“I’ve spent a great deal of time studying the ancient language and spells in their ruins. There are things I can do with their spells that would cause Umaril himself to turn over in grave. These arrows will help you climb up the walls.”
“How is that possible?” asked Felanu.
“Just watch,” replied Damien. He positioned the arrow, drew back, aimed, and fired, the arrow coming into contact with the side of the citadel and sticking firmly in place. A green beam of light promptly shot from the base of the arrow back to Damien, wrapping around his waist, and slackening out just a little. Damien turned to Felanu. “Follow my lead.” He turned back to the citadel wall, and ran towards it, placing his boots against it and pulling on the rope while walking along the wall upwards.
Felanu and Hagaer followed suit, firing their arrows and landing them in line with Damien’s. They began to climb as well.
After about twenty minutes, they reached a spot that was within jumping distance of the walkway. Damien ordered them to stop, and they did. He took his feet off the wall and swung himself forward, then back, and forward again, this time reaching the walkway. The light and arrow behind him dissolved away. He turned to the others, who nodded, and did the same, their arrows vanishing the same way.
“Are you two alright?” asked Damien when Hagaer, the last of the trio, reached the walkway. There was enough room for all of them to stand side by side widthwise, but at the height they were at, it seemed miniscule.
“I’m fine,” said Felanu, nodding. Hagaer didn’t speak, but he nodded in agreement.
“Good. We should take a rest,” replied Damien. “You’ll need your strength for when we get inside. We need to-“
Damien was interrupted by a Dremora emerging from the secondary tower. The trio saw him, and all four on the walkway were stunned. They all drew their weapons, and the Dremora charged them. He swung at Felanu, the closest, but his strike was parried, and Felanu struck him with a weak fireball spell, knocking him back for a quick second. Hagaer crouched and fired an arrow into the Dremora’s shoulder, where the armor was at its weakest. Felanu dashed in and drove his blade into the Dremora’s gut, causing him to drop his blade and shield. When Felanu pulled the blade out, the Dremora fell to the side.
“NO!” shouted Damien as it fell from the walkway down to the ground below. The body dropped into a freefall, crashing down right in front of a patrol as the passed under the walkway. They looked up, and saw the trio. Two of the six dashed for the entrance of the tower, while the remaining four began to fire spells at the group on the walkway.
“We’ve got to hurry!” shouted Damien. “Inside, quick!”
The trio dashed into the tower, pushing open the doors and entering. Inside, it was dark, the only light coming from the flaming spiral in the center of the citadel that lead upwards into the Sigil Stone chamber. When the three had shut the doors, they heard a cry rise up from the base of the tower.
“INTRUDERS!!!! THE HUMANS HAVE BREACHED THE CITADEL!!! KILL THEM!!!”
“What do we do now, sir?” asked Hagaer.
Damien looked upwards at the flame spiral, noticing that it was short. He realized that they were only one floor down from the Sigil chamber. To the right was the path leading up.
“Follow me, and be quick. We don’t have a lot of time,” he replied to Hagaer. “Prepare your weapons, too. We’re gonna have to fight our way to the top.”
Felanu and Hagaer nodded, the dunmer drawing his blade and the bosmer drawing his bow and preparing an arrow. They followed Damien up the walkway to the top landing. What they found shocked them.
Waiting thirty feet away, blocking the entrance to the Sigil chamber, was a storm atronach. The golem of rocks and electricity turned to face the trio, unleashing a ferocious, primal roar that discharged electricity from its fingertips. Damien swiftly summoned a magical shield to block the attack, and just barely saved them.
Damien sheathed his sword as the shield protected them from the attacks of the atronach.
“Magicka molag, Magicka mafre, Magicka aba,” chanted Damien from behind the shield. He turned to a combat ready position, one foot sideways, forward foot towards the enemy. His right hand lowered as he put his palm up, and his left hand rose a foot above the right, palm facing down. Between his hands, a small swirl of blue and red began to form, steadily growing larger.
“Av Meridia shanta sepridia!”
As he shouted the last word, he stepped forward with his rear foot and pushed his hands forward, releasing two powerful beams of fire and frost magic that began to swirl around each other, coming to a head when they reached the storm atronach. Upon contact, the atronach seemed to explode, sending a wave of electricity outwards, its stone limbs breaking apart and flying every which way before crashing to the floor. When it was over, Damien let down the shield and redrew his blade.
“Come on, just a bit further,” he said to his companions. They shook themselves from their reverie at what they had just seen and followed him into the Sigil chamber.
Through a final hallway, they entered the main room. To the left and right were staircases of the same type of metal that the outside of the tower was made of. In the center was what looked like muscle tissue, some sort of membrane held together by bones running from the outer walkway to the center. Above the bottom floor was a walkway that circled around the center area, and above that was another membranous landing. In the center of the chamber, the flaming spiral from the bottom of the tower flowed upwards, into a black and orange stone, just in reach of the top landing.
“To the top, quickly!” shouted Damien as he and the others charged up the stairway. On the pathway in the middle landing they came into contact with a group of six Dremora, two officers and four churls.
Felanu fired a bolt of lightning at one of the churls, stunning him while he decapitated another. When he finished, he returned to the stunned churl, who had regained himself, and swung his blade. The churl blocked with his shield, and swung, but he missed. Felanu went in for a stab, and drove his blade into the churl’s throat, causing him to drop his weapon. Felanu drove the blade all the way in to the hilt, and whisked it sideways, slicing through the neck and leaving the head hanging on by a small bit of flesh.
Hagaer shot two arrows into a single churl, causing him to stagger into another, knocking him off balance. He fired another arrow into the same one, piercing its bluish-black skin on the side of its head and going straight in, killing him instantly. The other churl began a charge, mace raised in the air, ready to crush the bones of its opponent. Hagaer threw his bow down and drew his sword, blocking the crushing blow of the mace at the very last second. He kicked the churl in the crotch, thankful that he had armor covering his shins. The churl dropped to its knees in pain, shouting obscenities in Ayleid. Hagaer raised his sword and drove it down the back of the churl, severing its spine and piercing through to the other side of its body. He removed the blade, leaving the dead Dremora in that position, blood dripping to form a pool around it.
Damien threw a weak spell at one of the Dremora, a Kynreeve, to distract him. He began with the higher ranked one, a Kynmarcher, parrying its attack and countering with a swipe to the arm, cutting through the armor and wounding it. The kynmarcher swung back in retaliation, but Damien quickly dodged. Suddenly, another blade swung for his head, which he ducked under in barely enough time. The kynreeve was back in the fight. The two Dremora pressed the attack, with Damien slowly walking backwards, parrying their blades and throwing weak spells to draw them out. Finally, he noticed them beginning to get tired, and counterattacked. He threw a powerful bolt of flame at the kynreeve, enveloping him in flames and causing him to drop his weapon. Damien then parried a final attack from the kynmarcher, kicking it in the gut and knocking it down to the floor, weapon out of hand. The Dremora attempted to get back up, but a swift swing lopped off one of its legs, forcing it back down, screaming in pain. Damien shut it up by using a powerful frost spell to freeze its head solid. He looked over to the kyreeve, which had stopped moving and lie ablaze on the ground.
The three regrouped, their enemies lying dead around them, and ran up the membranous walkway to the top landing.

Aria

Another wave had come through the gate, this one larger than the first. Aria and the guards engaged them, and for a while held the upper hand. But when the guards though they were victorious, another group emerged to reinforce them.
“It’s hopeless!” shouted a guard. “We’re all going to die!”
“Shut up and fight!” Aria returned.
“For lord and land!” shouted Caelia. “Remember why we’re fighting, men. For our homes and families!”
The troops flooded back onto the battlefield, swinging away at the daedra before them. This time they were hopelessly outnumbered. The daedra began to take the field, killing left and right.
“Retreat, retreat!” screamed a guard, demoralized by the scene before him. “Everyone retreat!”
“No retreat!” screamed Caelia in return. “Defend the city!”
Suddenly, a bright white light shot upwards from the gate. All combatants on the field stopped and turned to see it. The ground beneath them shook, and Damien, Felanu, and Hagaer emerged from the gate, which began to sink into the ground behind them. A smile began to stretch across Aria’s face, and she began to throw spell after spell into the crowd of now demoralized daedra, killing them. The guards began to cheer, and charged into the enemies with incredible ferocity. The trio that went into the gate joined them, slaughtering daedra left and right. Some even began to flee the field, dashing into the surrounding swamps.
When the last that remained on the field were killed, the guards all began to cheer and shout. Damien searched the field for Aria, finding her among the guards cheering. She saw him and smiled.
“I was beginning to think you weren’t going to come out of there,” she said in a joking tone.
Damien smiled, pulled her tight against him with one arm, and locked his lips against hers in a passionate kiss, her hands up against the chest of his armor.
He let her go, and shouted to the crowd “Drinks are on me tonight, men!”
The guards replied with a boisterous “Huzzah!”
Damien turned to Hagaer and Felanu, who were being congratulated by Caelia. He walked up to them and shook their hands.
“You two did a great job in there,” he said. “Thank you for your service. I’ll see to it that the Count knows of your great service.”
They both nodded, and shouted in a great “Huzzah!”
Suddenly, from the piles of dead daedra that littered the field, a scamp slowly rose to its feet. It began to prepare a fireball, but Hagaer saw it before it fired.
“Sir, move!” He shouted as he pushed Damien out of the way, swiftly raising an arrow to his bow. The scamp fired the spell at the same time Hagaer fired his arrow. It drove straight between the eyes of the scamp, killing it. But it was too late. The fireball made contact with Hagaer, causing his body to erupt into flames. He ran around the field, dropping to the ground and rolling to put out the flames. Damien attempted to douse the fire with a water spell, but it was no use. The flames had burnt away a good portion of Hagaer’s skin on his hands and face. He stopped his rolling and began to violently shudder on the ground, coming to a stop mere seconds later. He was dead.
Everybody was silent. Despite the battle that had just occurred, and the many that were dead because of it, this death was a tragedy. They had all stood by and watched him die. Every guard removed their helmets and knelt down, a sign of respect for all their fallen brothers. Two priests from the chapel made their way to the field.

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The next day there was a service held in the chapel for the dead. Every resident of Leyawiin was present, as well as all of the guards, the Count and Countess, Damien, and Aria. After the service, Damien returned to the castle with the Count and Countess and Aria.
He returned to his room and packed his belongings. He was on his way to the throne room to announce his departure, but before he could leave Aria blocked the doorway. She was in her typical burgundy outfit.
“What are you doing?” he asked her.
“You can’t leave so soon” she replied.
“I need to. I have to go north to Bravil and ask for assistance for Bruma.”
Aria stepped into the room and shut the door behind her. “But what about me?” Damien looked confused, so she continued. “Damien, I don’t know what it is about you, but I don’t want you to leave. I feel.. drawn to you in some way. I’m not sure if its love, because I only just met you, but it’s strong.”
Damien nodded. “I know what you mean. I feel it too. I can’t explain the feeling, but I’m drawn to you too. I-“
He was cut off by Aria wrapping her arms around the back of his neck and pulling him down for a powerful kiss. He dropped his bag on the floor, putting his arms under her and lifting her into the air. She responded by wrapping her legs around his waist. He walked them to the nearest wall and pinned Aria’s back against it. She broke the kiss and lifted her head up, quietly moaning as Damien began to kiss the exposed tops of her breasts. He used his waist to pin her to the wall as he undid the fastenings on her top, pulled it up over her head, and threw it to the floor. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so her breasts were exposed to him in full. He gently began to kiss and lick them around her nipples, causing her breathing to stagger a bit.
“Ohh, Damien..” she whispered between breaths.
Damien pulled away from her breasts and lifted up his shirt, pulling it off and throwing it on top of Aria’s. She put her hands against his well-defined chest, which made her even more aroused than the attention he was giving to her nipples.
Damien pulled her away from the wall and over to the bed, getting onto it on his knees and lowering Aria on her back. He pulled away just a little bit and undid the fastenings on her skirt, pulling it down and off of her legs. There was a dark spot on her panties between her legs, which was growing larger and wetter by the second. He pulled them off, revealing slit to him. He positioned his arms around her thighs and leaned in, at first gently brushing his lips against hers, kissing her clit at the same time. When he began to lick her clit, she moved her hands to the back of his head, pushing his face against it, repressing a moan.
Damien looked up at her, smiling. “Are you alright?”
Aria nodded. “I’m fine,” she said, beginning to pant. “I’ve just never had this actually done to me. I’ve imagined it, but never experienced it.”
He smiled, and returned to his duties. For a couple of minutes, he continued lapping his tongue against her clit, running it up and down her lips and teasing her opening. Finally, her body began to tense up.
“Damien, I.. I think I’m gonna.. Ohh!”
He took her entire clitoral hood into his mouth, and began sucking and attacking her clitoris with his tongue full force. Aria’s thighs tightened around his head, and her hands gripped his hair and pushed him harder against her. Finally, she pushed hard against his face, unleashing a string of moans and screams of such volume that Damien was surprised nobody came to investigate. After a few seconds, she began to relax, and Damien pulled his body up so that they were face to face.
“Kiss me,” Aria panted between breaths. “I want to taste myself on your lips.”
Damien smiled, and kissed her. She pulled him tightly into the kiss, as their tongues met and Aria’s licked her fluids from his. After a minute, Damien broke the kiss and got up to his knees, he removed his pants and underwear, his penis coming out at full attention. Aria sat up, her remaining juices dripping to the bed. She reached forward and took Damien’s penis into her hands. She started to stroke him, slowly. He reached down and began to fondle her breasts, gently squeezing them and playing with her nipples. Aria then leaned forward and took his penis into her mouth, inch by inch. When she had taken him halfway in, she began to bob her head back and forward, her tongue licking the underside of it both ways. When she would pull back to the tip, she teased his head with the tip of her tongue, then went back forwards. After a good minute, Damien gently pushed her backwards, pulling himself out of her mouth. She laid back on the blankets, slowly opening her legs and playing with herself.
“Aria,” Damien whispered to her, “Are you sure you want to do this?”
Aria nodded. “I want this, Damien. Take me, here and now.”
Damien leaned forward and kissed her, then pulled back up. He grabbed her legs and pulled her closer to him, then grabbed his shaft and motioned it down to her slit. He teased her for a few seconds by running the tip up and down, causing her to giggle and burst with quick, cute moans. Finally, he put his tip against her opening, and slowly pushed inside. Aria, shocked by the stretch he was causing, arched her back, tightened her lips, and grasped the blankets in her hands. When he fully entered her, she let out a loud gasp, and began panting.
“Are you alright?” asked Damien.
“Mmhmm,” was all that she could muster.
Damien continued. He leaned forward, now body to body with her, and began to push in and out. She was tight around his penis, which aroused him even further. He was struggling to hold on; he wanted to make this last for Aria, but at the same time he could already feel his orgasm coming on. He began to kiss Aria’s neck gently, licking it as well. She moved her hands to his back, lightly dragging her fingernails up and down his skin. This too made him want to burst on contact, but again he held back for her. She began to rock her hips, at first it was asynchronous, but once she got the rhythm of his thrusts she began to keep in perfect time, which dragged her closer to her orgasm.
After a few minutes, Damien began pushing in and out faster. Aria sped up her hips to match him. She couldn’t take it anymore. She had already been releasing strings of moans and quiet screams, but she was about to finish.
“Ohh!! Damien!!” she cried out between breaths. “I’m gonna cum!! Ohh!!”
Damien began to thrust harder, wanting to drive her to her orgasm. Finally, she let out a single, prolonged moan right in his ear, and he could feel her contracting around his penis. It drove him to the edge and past it. He pushed in as far as he could, groaning as he released himself inside of her tight, warm body.
After they both finished, they laid there in bed, bodies and linens drenched in sweat and their mixed fluids, Damien still on top of her, holding her tightly. They continued kissing for a long while after. When they stopped, they laid there in silence eyes closed. It was Damien that broke it first.
“Come with me,” he whispered into her ear.
“What?” she asked, confused.
“Come with me, Aria. Join me on my journey. I don’t know what dangers are ahead, but I know that I want you by my side, supporting me when I face them.”
They both opened their eyes at the same time, looking deep into each other’s.
“Okay.”
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