No, never that. I willneverforgive you, Vardor.
Then I will do anything and everything to make her forgive me.
I've always loved you, Vaelora.
You betrayed me.
Even when I betrayed you.
The fog returns. I want to protest it, want to fight it, but not one part of my body works.
Liar!
The darkness surrounding me slowly turns back into a fog; from the fog, long, alabaster-skinned, well-formed legs appear.
Vaelora!
Sleep, Vardor, sleep. I'm not ready for you yet.
Vardor...
Vardor...
Her voice penetrates the veil, lifts it.
Vaelora?
I'm here lover. Wake up...
How many times has she awoken me? Is this the third or fourth time?
Tenth, Vardor.
Ten thousand years then? Is it finally enough for you? Have I suffered long enough?
Oh Vardor, you haven't even begun your suffering yet.
She, the most vengeful goddess that has ever been. By the gods, I can't wait to hold her again.
Then make me suffer, Vaelora. Make me suffer in your arms. Stab me, beat me, but let me be pressed to your body.
My Vardor.
Her voice is but a caress on my skin. Skin I can't feel. Like I can't see, move, hear.
But she calls mehers. That's all that matters.
I'm yours and you're mine.
Make me yours again, Vardor.
Find me, my Vardor, and make me yours.
Always, Vaelora.
It's time, Vardor. They're coming, and we must be ready.
They're coming? Already? This is why she woke me?
