The Knight’s Grim Reaper (3/3)
"Valkyrie," The Wizard’s voice was filled with much conviction that it took her entire attention. She has thrown her name away. Now, she is no one but The Knight’s Grim Reaper.
His voice was heavy and sorrowful. "I don't care how you do it. I don't care about the outcome. You have to make it out of this alive."
She stared at his figure blankly.
That day, that fated turning point of both of their lives, on top of that snowy mountains. The years he spent watching her as she is asleep, recuperating. The days they spent together at the small tower together. The countless moment they thought of each other. Their contracts and their promises are nothing, for all of them has lead to this point in their life.
"I can't bear to see another of my family gone," he finally said it.
The Grim Reaper couldn't help it but break into a big smile. "The Wise Mage, the Wizard of dimension and time shouldn't say something like that. You cannot ask me to save my own life when you dedicated your entire life for this grand plan."
It was as if the star glittered for her sake.
"You gave me a choice and I chose so.”
It was as if she’s a dying shooting star. Ethereal, an epitome of irony.
“There’s all there is to it."