TO THE END OF TIME AND LIFE UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN

My love… I was a fool, to be alive and waiting for you that won't be by my side anymore. My heart was hurt and cut by the wind that whisper those rumors of the 'you' who I longed for… My teardrop fall to the sea as it disappeared with the loneliness of the salty wave. That melody of the flute that I play just for you drown in my sadness of voice that eco within my brain…. Saying just give up. People told me to forget you, how could I forget those times we share? Without you, this village won't be like this. this human never know how lucky they were.

'GIVE UP...GIVE UP...'

Time pass by longed for you, Who I adore and cherish the most. I can no longer bore this feeling, So I will be joining the melody that has been said to follow the wave. So, I put down my flute that was given to you as a token of our heart be one. This is the last straw, no going back! I twirl and twirl around, it near and almost reaches the end of the thread of her life. This is her stop at the edge of the cliff to see one last hope before I and you be once again together. As I puff and huff the last breath from my lips. Tipsy tip of the feet been lifted and drop down from the cliff, I see the smile again that you showed me before we separated… ah~ my eye why it fill with a tear. I finally see you, as you were hugging me we went down and down. I'm not regretting anything. I held those faces of you and near it to my face. It was warm, our lips touched and I begin to form into the foam of the sea.

My wish is that when we meet again we will become one like we use to be... I wish that we be a big happy family.

'This voice is here isn't it?'

"WHERE IS SHE?"

"THIS SMELL IT SIMILAR TO HER, BUT THE MANA INSIDE HER WAS SIMILAR TO THAT PERSON?"

The dragon looks at the young woman who seems to be familiar as his lover that once kills herself. The mana that she shows was like Luska but the smells were like her, it was calming and enchanting... I wish to protect her once again.

'She is not her and yet I can ignore the similarity of being the same as her.'

'Do you think I did the right choice this time?'

----------------------- END OF THE SHORT STORY OF THE WOMAN OF THE CLIFF---------------------