MidReal Story
Eternal Love: Reborn with the Supernatural Bond
Scenario: A girl that each times she dies she starts a new life and the man she falls in love with is in each life. About angels, demons, and vampires.
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I was dying.
I could feel it.
The blood was seeping out of me, and I could feel my life force draining away.
I was so cold, so cold, and I couldn’t move.
My eyes were open, but I couldn’t see anything.
I could hear the sounds of the battle around me, but they were fading away.
I was going to die here, in this place, and I would never see him again.
I would never see his face or hear his voice or feel his touch.
I would never be able to tell him how much I loved him.
How much he meant to me.
How much he had changed my life.
How much I wished that we could have had more time together.
How much I wished that we could have had a future together.
How much I wished that we could have had a family together.
How much I wished that we could have grown old together.
How much I wished that we could have been happy together.
It would never happen.
I would never have any of those things.
And as I lay there on the cold, damp ground, my heart was breaking.
I could feel it, shattering into a million tiny pieces.
And all around me, the world was falling apart.
The sky was dark, and the air was thick with the smell of smoke and death.
Men were shouting and screaming, calling out to one another and to their gods.
The sound of swords and shields clashing together was deafening.
It was chaos, pure and utter chaos.
But in the midst of it all, all I could feel was the overwhelming sense of loss.
My life was slipping away, fading into nothingness.
I was so cold, so very cold, and I couldn’t move.
My body was broken, shattered into pieces.
My bones were broken, and my skin was torn.
My blood was seeping out of me, staining the ground beneath me.
And I was dying.
I knew that I was dying.
I could feel it in my bones.
I was so tired, so very tired.
So very, very tired.
I just wanted to sleep.
But I couldn’t sleep.
Not yet, not now.
Not when everything was falling apart.
But I didn’t want to die alone.
Oh God, please don’t let me die alone.
Please just let him come back to me one last time.
Just let me see him again, that’s all I want.
Just one more glimpse of his face before I go.
But he didn’t come back for me.
He never came back for me this time.
And as the darkness crept in at the edges of my vision, I knew that he never would.
The darkness was coming for me now, and there was nothing that I could do to stop it.
I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t make a sound.
I wanted to cry, but there were no tears left in me to shed.
And all around me, the world was falling silent.
“Don’t let go,” someone said to me.
Someone who wasn’t there before.
Someone who had come out of nowhere.
“Don’t let go,” she said again, and this time I could hear the desperation in her voice.
“Please don’t let go.”
But I was so tired, and everything hurt so much.
I didn’t want to be here anymore.
I didn’t want to do this anymore.
I just wanted it to be over already.
To be done with it all and finally have some peace at last.
“Please don’t let go,” she begged me one more time, and then she reached out and took my hand in hers.
Her hand was warm against mine, and her touch sent shivers down my spine.
It felt familiar somehow, like someone that I had known for a long time.
Like someone who meant something to me once upon a time.
There were too many people everywhere, and I couldn’t move.
The ground was slick with blood, and I couldn’t get any purchase.
I tried, but I kept slipping and falling.
My legs weren’t working properly, and I couldn’t get up.
There were too many people, and they were screaming.
Screaming for help, screaming for mercy, screaming for their mothers.
But no one came.
No one helped them.
No one cared about them.
They were alone, and they were afraid.
I could feel their fear, their terror, their pain.
It was everywhere, all around me, and it was choking me.
I couldn’t breathe.
I had to get out of here.
I had to run away.
But I couldn’t move.
I tried, but I couldn’t do it.
My legs weren’t working properly, and I couldn’t get up.
I needed to get away, but I couldn’t do it.
I was going to die here, and no one would ever know what happened to me.
No one would ever find my body, and I would be lost forever.
I didn’t want to die here, like this.
Not like this.
I didn’t want to go out like this.
Someone was crying, and I didn’t know who.
The sound seemed to be coming from everywhere.
From all around me, from inside of me.
But I wasn’t crying.
I couldn’t cry anymore.
There were no tears left in me to shed.
But the crying continued, and it wouldn’t stop.
It was breaking my heart, shattering it into a million tiny pieces.
And I couldn’t take it anymore.
I just needed for it to be over now.
Please just let it be over now.
Please just make it stop now.
But then the voice came back again, louder this time.
“Elara,” he said to me.
“Don’t let go.”
“Elara,” he said again.
“Please don’t let go.”
But who was Elara?
Was that me?
Was he talking to me?
I didn’t know who he was or where he had come from.
Or why he was calling out to me like this.
I didn’t have any answers, and I didn’t have any strength left in me to figure it out either.
I was so tired, so very tired, and I just wanted everything to stop now.
I just wanted everything to go away now.
I just wanted everything to end now.
But the crying wouldn’t stop, and the voice wouldn’t stop, and I knew that I was never going to get any peace now.
And then the darkness finally claimed me, and I was gone.
I was going, going, gone…
Elara,” she said to me, and then she reached out and took my hand in hers.
Her hand was warm against mine, and her touch sent shivers down my spine.
It felt familiar somehow, like someone that I had known for a long time…ago.”
But she didn’t answer me, not right away at least, and when she did, her words only served to confuse me more than ever before, “You’ll remember soon enough.”
And then she was gone, and so was I, and then we were together again…in another place…in another time…
He was there too…he was always there…and he was holding me in his arms as though his life depended on it…as though he would never let me go…
But I was slipping through his fingers…and there was nothing that either of us could do…to hold on…or to hold back…the tide…
“Elara,” he said to me again, but this time his voice was different…there was an edge of panic there…and an undercurrent of desperation…that hadn’t been there before… “Don’t go.”
But I couldn’t help it, and I couldn’t stop it either…and then I was gone…again…
And then she came back too…or maybe she had never really gone at all…or maybe she had never been there at all…
“Elara,” she said to me, “Don’t let go.”
But which one was she?I didn’t know anymore.
And which one was he?
I didn’t know that either.
And who were they?
And who was I?
A part of me wanted to know.
And a part of me didn’t care.
And a part of me knew that the answer would never be enough anyway…that nothing would ever be enough anyway…that nothing could ever be enough anyway…
But still, she held my hand, and still, he held me in his arms…and still, they called out to me…and still, they asked things of me…and still, they expected things from me…
And then he looked down at me…his eyes, so bright and blue…so cold and cruel…so dark and dead…so empty and soulless…as he spoke to me in another voice once again…in yet another voice once again…in yet another voice once again…even though his lips never moved at all…
“You have to come back,” he said to me, but this time there were no tears in his eyes…there was no love in his heart…there was no hope in his soul…I could feel his anger now…I could feel his rage now…I could feel his hate now…I could feel his pain now…
“You have to come back,” he said to me again, but this time there was no room for argument…I could feel his power now…I could feel his magic now…I could feel his curse now…I could feel his bond now…I could feel his chains now…
“You have to come back,” he said to me once more, but this time there was no room for doubt…I knew that he would never let me go…not if he had anything to say about it…not if he had anything to do with it…not if he had anything to lose over it…
But there was nothing that I could do.
I didn’t have any strength left in me.
I didn’t have any hope left in me.
I didn’t have any love left in me.
I didn’t have any life left in me.
And so, I let go.
And I let go of it all.
And I let go forever.
And then they were all gone…forever…all of them…each of them…every last one of them…
In the end, death always wins.
It’s just a matter of time.
I don’t know how long it took, but eventually, Lucas’s face swam into view before my eyes.
His eyes were closed, and there were tears on his cheeks.
He was so beautiful that it hurt to look at him.
“Please don’t leave me, Elara,” he said to me in a voice that was hoarse from screaming.
“Please don’t leave me this way.”