Phoenix Tear
Darth immediately rised up from his bed and headed to the chamber of the goddess. Since he was the one who requested to enter, he was allowed. Everyone knew that he was the moon goddess's favorite.
Darth walked into her room and inhaled her scent as waves of calmness surrounded him.
He gently moved towards her frame hanging on the wall adjacent to her bed. Her beauty was always magnificent. Her beauty whitish silver hair, those perfect rosy lips, her smooth skin, her addictive smile and her bright moon crystal pupils. Her voice was his antidote; hearing it was enough to make his day bloom in joy.
"I would get you back. I promise. But you have to forgive me because my way to do it is not thy will. I love you and I have to save you my queen. That is why I must borrow the key to access your phoenix fluid" Darth spoke to her beautiful image before him.