Hatrid
The power alights in his eyes.
He has a set target, but is too weak to overcome a giant,
To unpopular to use numbers,
But he's been cornered,
He feels Hatrid take the reigns of his life, as he fights for his life,
Hopeing to win her over.
He fights until his knuckles have bled over,
He holds her , and tells her he loves her, and that she shouldn't give up.
He feels a tugging sensation, and is pulled backwards into a dark oblivion and sees them together.
Closer than ever.
Rage wanting to break loose again, and attack.
Then he awakes.
Only to see them even closer.
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