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The slice of the blade
“Prepare, to take your last breath, fiend!”
The blade agains pressing against his throat while drawing blood from the thin line sliced there by the very weapon of his opponent. The White Knight.
Begging though, wasn’t an option. Not any more.
The two fighters, the knights of dark and light, having come too far already. The fight for an eternity having pursued now only to be ending. The victor and the loser quite clear.
“Before I leave this plane of existence, if I may, one more thing I have in me to say.”
The tremor in his voice clear, alas, it wasn’t the fear of death, rather the loss, of something else.
“Fine! Say your piece and then forever hold your tongue, as death is only yours to keep.”
The words spat, perhaps somewhat angry, yet, the venom was hardly there any more. Too many fights, too many losses before this one gone.
A spell of silence fell. A brief, but silent prayer sent out there to the universe only to hear.
And then, it was time. For the very last words to be uttered, those final words stated out loud.
Gaze upwards to the one finally having bested the Dark Knight, towards the one defeated him in this battle. The one whom…
…. His eyes meeting his opponents. The mask long since dropped, somewhere there, during the heat of their battle. There was nowhere to hide behind anymore. The eyes, the very souls now exposed for each other to see.
“Say your piece!”
The demand perhaps slightly harsh while spewed of anger. The sword in the White Knight’s hand gripped tightly, only ready to strike at any given moment…
As moments were the only things he had left. The final moments of the Darkness surrounding him.
If fate would allow, that too, would be gone, soon enough.
A swallow, a deep breath and then…
“I.. love you.”
There. It was finally out. The forbidden words set free for the universe to hear.
His opponent simply standing there, eyes wide as saucers. The confused glare on his face telling, as his breath was coming out rapidly in small puffs.
The Dark One let his head fall down again, staring at the ground. His eyes closing, a final breath taken and then it would all over. Soon… if luck would have it, he would be free…
A lifetime wasted in doubt and fear. Guess it had been the purpose of it all? Or then, worse fate being, there was no purpose at all.
Waiting for the inevitable blow to follow… something… which never came?!
A soft touch only felt on his shoulder. Then, on his face, a gentle hand below his jaw, guiding his head back upwards. Their eyes connecting again.
The look must have been telling, the confusion there still, but…
“And I, love you.”
The White’s lip dry but gentle on the Dark One’s.
Probing at first, but then, finding new purchase as locking in tightly. The warmth there giving the Darkness a new lease of life. A new beginning perhaps?
Could this still be, the Dark One’s happy ending?