Wheeling Gull Isle Fallen from God Fallen from grace

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While she lived in dreams and desires, a colorful world that she seemed to have deemed as paradise in the works - his was void and grey. While hers the birds sang in beautiful melodies as she buried her past to make a new future, his world was silent as he struggled with identity, with purpose. As much as he may deem himself stronger than her, bigger, more skilled in the art of battle - he was weak in comparison to her inner strength, that fire that burned within the exiled's chest.

He listened to her carefully, deeming it wasn't right to answer. He had no answer. Unlike her, his ghosts were buried in a shallow grave, crying out to be let loose and allow the warlord to take stride once again. It wasn't his distant past. She was right about one thing, he had to decide on who to become; if only he found such a decision to be easy.

With a yearning in his gaze, he searched for something from her. As if he was afraid of his own answer, what he may decide if left to his own devices. Who do you need. The one brow arched downward. This was it, he decided. He would officially lend his abilities to her, whatever it may be. Maybe she was what he was looking for, that reason for being, a job. 

He looked onto her, seeking something more, finally a purpose to come to him. Something more than the vast emptiness of freedom.