Blind Love
This is a tale of two lovers, fated to die with agony. Luna and Sol were always together, inseparable, unbreakable, though something seemed to have changed that. It all happened one day on the way to the Bronze Eagle Doors, when Sol had been enlisted into the army for a war that had been looming. Luna could not accept that she may in fact never see her lover ever again, or even worse in a casket. In fact, she made it out to herself that she could not stand to have her love die in somebody elses stead, and she indicated to herself that it was her duty that she kill him herself.
He was clueless that she wanted to kill him, and she was clueless to the consequences of doing so. Right then and there when they reached the top of a hill where they were meant to say goodbye, Luna takes out her Dagger, backs Sol onto the edge of the cliff, and never anticipated what he would say next that would haunt her for the rest of her life.
"Your eyes, they have such resilience. Perfect for a heart that shines brighter than the dagger you hold in your hand." He lets out a sigh, not a sigh of grief or stress, but a sigh of awe.
As a tear comes out of Luna's crystal blue eyes, she takes her dagger and quickly lets it slide across his neck. She did this dutifully, and without flaw, resistance, or force. She did this with grace, she did this with love.
"I love you Sol." she says without choking up, or holding back tears. She lets Sol fall off of the cliff onto the ground where a group of maulbernaughts were waiting to tear into a fresh, warm body.
She does not do this duty of love without having to give Sol what he so loved about her. She takes the dagger to her eyeball and performs a quick stab to rip it out. She lets it fall onto the ground where he lie, and does the same with the other eye. She gave him eyes, that had seen all of him. Eyes that had seen his eyes with the same conception of love, eyes that had once and many times cried for him, eyes that had seen every inch of skin on his body, eyes that had seen his artwork, artwork of her. These eyes belonged to him not her, and as she leaves the hill, she binds her empty holes with trepor silk, and dresses herself in cloaks of darkness. She forever wanders with blind love.
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