How do I make the new dynamic of willy and salt into my copping of fountsalt? Why its simple really
Salt being overly protective of willy because he reminds her of fount who he failed to protect from corrupting :)
A dream, one of the very first since the knight had rested. Looking up and around him, it was a field of milkcrowns as the moon herself shared its divine light.
A soft breeze flown every once in a while, a rustle that alerted the knight time to time. At the edge, only one light source glowed almost rivaling moonlight with her luminscience.
One step, some of the flora was crushed. A soft cry seemed almost like a real illusion, and another step the knight went to the light. At the middle was a ghost, their hair mirroring the stars.
The phantom looked back, a face distorted yet tears seem to spill down despite it all. A soft, melacholy smile on their face as they greeted the other.
"We meet again, Salt of Solidarity" The voice echoed out, almost unlike of the angelic figure.
" I am no longer of that title.........beast...."
" What an odd title to call me, haven't you learned from your other half?"
"You are but different....."
"Well then, should I demostrate? I could beg right not for your forgiveness or profusely apologies for the guilt and burden I have of causing such a destruction"
" No, begone now wretched spirit"
"Spirit? I suppose thats one way to describe me from your standards....."
".........Very well but would you let me apologize first?" The phantom asked
"Apologies will do you no good for you are far from redemption"
".....And who says I seek that? I merely want to apologize for breaking so easily....."
"....What? That a profounding subject to apologize for!" Bewildered was the knight
"But its true, isn't it? I broke too easily, fell from despair and my loss of hope for cookiekind.......Every time I keep enduring and forgiving.......I wonder, what makes your other half different from me? Is it because she understands your sorrows? Or is it because I'm not even worth it?"
The knight could only stand there speechless, clenching his sword tight.
"......All those promises, were they nothing? I remember everything, on how your silver tongue would always weave such sweet words to comfort me yet never were they true. I certainly remember a promise, that we would always help each other in times of need.........or was the burning spire not important?"
"ENOUGH!" A sword slashed the phantom, it slowly dissapates as tears fell and milkcrowns bloom
".......The moon looks beautiful, doesn't it?........"
The knight awoke, not sudden but hard. He thought he never dream on such a beast again, or was he? Only looking back at the moon, the moon he sliced in half and sighing to himself
