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Nadakhan blinked. Then he blinked again. No matter how many times he opened and shut his eyes, he couldn’t rid the sight of his lost love in front of him.
Is it you?
The woman standing in front of him gently shook her head. Oh, how she must be in as much shock as he, for fate graced them with the impossible.
Have my prayers been answered?
He looked the woman up and down. Although she no longer was adorned in the gowns or jewelry he remembered, she was still the most beautiful treasure he’d laid eyes upon.
Or am I dreaming once more?
Why wouldn’t he be dreaming? For centuries he’d thought the truth was his love had been lost to sea. No, not lost, for his heart still burned for her every second of every century they’d been apart. Rather, robbed, robbed of his destiny, robbed of what belonged to him.
You look different.
Nadakhan opened his pocket watch that contained the still photo of his love, and held it up in front of his bewildered eyes. He then lowered it to see the moving woman in front of him.
Your eyes look tired.
Of course his love would be tired, for she had fought death to return to him. She’d defied every natural law just to see him once again!
Your frame is lighter.
She was smaller, with a less mature body. Moving against the flow of a raging sea takes a toll on even the strongest soldiers, and Delara was no exception.
Your smile is torn.
Nadakhan stopped observing her body, and instead locked his eyes on her face. There were those same brown eyes, deeper than the seas they sailed. There was that same delicate mole in the same spot beneath her left eye. There was the luminous jet-black hair, that blowed like a flower in the wind. But gone was the smile. Gone were the lips he made his own. Instead, there was something… unfamiliar. Gritted teeth. A disdainful glare. A flared nose. Rage. Silent but present. Of course Delara was angry. He’d spent all this time admiring her like a painting, instead of embracing her, after everything she’d been through to reunite with him.
“Is it really you, my love?” Nadakhan asked, barely more than a whisper. The woman in front of him looked surprised.
“I’m not the woman you fell in love with.” She said. But of course she was. No one could ever compare to his love Delara. No one could ever recreate every perfect feature on her perfect body. “I’m not the woman you once adored!” She pleaded. But she was. He felt the same feelings of admiration he’d felt hundreds of years ago when looking at his love, when he promised to have eyes for her and her alone. How else would he feel these feelings, if not it being her in front of him? “I’m not your kind and gentle bride.” But she would be. Once this denial was behind them, they’d have to plan their wedding at once! Once they were together forever, Nadakhan would finally claim what belonged to him- power. Suddenly, a large blue dragon appeared.
“Nya! You gotta get outta there!” Who was this Nya they spoke of? There was only Delara, no one else.
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Before Nya ran to Jay, she looked back at the Djinn in front of her, before saying her final plea. “I am not the love you knew before.” She then ran, as fast as she could, and hopped on the back of Jay’s dragon. They then flew out of there.
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Maybe all this time apart changed her mind. They hadn’t seen each other in hundreds of years, anyone would need time to reconnect after that much time apart. But everything would turn out how it should. She’d fallen in love with him once, he knew she’d fall in love with him again.