@_GentleSoul_ "It's OK . . .
You don't have to be alone . . .
I am here again, but I can't tell how long . . .
I'm uncertain if you know my predicament."
She would wrap her arms around Sakura softly, trying to keep her daughter close.
@HisHiddenIF Sadly?
Hm . . .
Which Endrich?
Ah, that blush however . . . it was so soft and true, she giggled in happiness, pleased with being in his arms again.
"You make my heart soar, my dear . . .
Ah, truly this is a blessing."
@InvisibleDragxn —Pursuer, knowing full well that he had knowledge and forewarning of having to combat her.
But behind her lie the gateway home, somewhere far behind the throne, but she should be his final challenge . . .
Archer Class Servant . . . Mikoto Shisaragi.
He was at a disadvantage.
@InvisibleDragxn A fearful grin spread across once gracious lips as she slowly darkened.
The curse and the mud that blackened any servant it absorbed where taking her over.
"Why . . . I've come to greet you, my son.
Don't you want to see mother happy again?"
She summoned that sacred bow, —
@HisHiddenIF "Rest now, with me, we have our son around as well . . .
You are mine and I am yours, my dearest . . .
Your heart needn't be cut in two, for I shall mend it back together for you . . ."
She stood and looked up, pressing a soft, brief kiss to the dragons lips with a most —
@HisHiddenIF A nod.
"I never wished to leave you, even as you sank into madness. I am yours of course, your wife.
No one can replace you within my heart, even when I became a stepmother.
I longed for this day . . ."
She rested her head upon his shoulder softly, a light blush forming upon—
@HisHiddenIF Tears slowly welled up in the corners of her eyes when he spoke.
He was not Hydra, but the true Anankos . . . . her husband.
"My dear . . .
You've come back . . . to me, as handsome as you were originally . . .
Gracing me, with your presence . . . I am . . . I-I—"
She's —
@InvisibleDragxn —and rest in her embrace.
An ill advised act, of course.
In all her former glory, now she looked like nothing more than a horribly pained spirit, a nightmare and reminder of a painful memory.
She glowed the same hue as that fated attack that once took her, the blow she —