74 King of the Jungle

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_Fleur's perspective-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

"It's me" A familiar voice introduces itself from our rear. 

A figure of a petite woman glides slowly from the depth of the corridor's shadow, as it beckons us to move closer to her side. A series of inaudible sounds farther from the abyss follows through, yet her body had never trembled nor tensed in fear.

The flickering light showering from above shines bright on her dazzling appearance. Nostalgia came rushing through my veins, as I adore her thoroughly from the elaborate okie okshade. 

"Venice…" I call out her name with tears of joy and excitement, contrast from the wreckage of our surroundings. My eyes registers my captivated comrade and carved her beauty forever into my mind.