Valhalla: BreakHe was kneeling on the beach with his back to her when she saw him.
She moved quietly. Once in a while, Valhalla fell silent as their war came to a temporary halt. He rarely left her alone, getting into petty squabbles, then violent wars, just to pass the time. There was very little else to do except destroy half the city in exponentially creative ways. Because of all her running around, all this fighting, she never had time to examine the terrain. It was only now, while she stood at the top of the beach, that she saw the crystals, scattered in a rainbow of colors across the sand, twinkling faintly in the gloom.
She waited a bit to see what he would do. Usually, he gave himself a bit of quiet time before returning to normalcy. She expected him to leap up at any second.
Rarely did he remain inactive this long. Neither of them needed rest, of course, which meant that in theory they could go on fighting for eternity. Already, the length of time he had spent there without moving was seepin
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They touched like ripples on a pond, his left hand holding her right wrist in an iron grip while she did the same to him, staring at each other with uncertainty. This was dangerous; they knew it like they knew the patterns of their own breathing. Too long, and the willingness to forget the past would overrule common sense. They would throw down their swords.
Caius wasn't sure he wanted that. This endless war gave him purpose. It gave him the feeling of being alive. Yet he couldn't take his eyes from hers, in love with her beauty, tenacity, intelligence. She gave him more purpose than just waiting to die. They were stubborn, headstrong, and far too devoted to their causes. And different. She was the cold wind bringing the chill of winter and ice, stoic, emotions buried deep inside her. He was the sun, fiery and passionate, always fighting to control the emotions raging within him. He could s
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It was peaceful. Not for the first time, of course. She had often stood up here in the silence of the predawn or was it past dusk? Or midday? In the realm where time's arrow existed in all places all at once, her mind simply could not comprehend it all. Trying to mark the passage of time was like trying to catch a shadow in a bottle. But it was peaceful, dark, as it always was, and upon the shore of the crystal-laden beach the breakers pounded as they always did. No one wandered in the streets. From time to time she spotted shadows darting, but nothing else. Even the destroyed promenade overlooking the sea had been rebuilt. But by the hands of what?
There were no stars but there were. Sometimes they winked at her, and she stared at them. At the same time, there were none.
So, it was past dusk. But it was also midday.
Ducking her head, she shook it, a wellspring of hopeless bitterness welling up inside. A person could go insane tryin