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The Avatar/ Varik Noir Part:2

The Avatar/ Varik Noir  Part:2

The Avatar didn’t fight against this, after all, he never knew that he had deserved better. Deserved more. All he knew was through his sacrifice he gave them a chance. He gave his people he loved so much a way to live and to survive…

Now unbound and unchained, all threats against his people’s lives were gone, they for the first time in his existence celebrated him. They hailed him as their saviour, their hero. In fact, the little girl in which had helped him survive now was to be wed to him, a gift given from the governor… All things seemed to be finally going well, at least until that fateful wedding day.

At the age of thirty-one, the Avatar gowned a suit made from splendid silks, upon his chest metal of heroes laid deeper and broader than anyone had ever seen before. His bride, even though he had never truly had seen her walked down the aisle dressed in the most perfect of white. She was perhaps the most beautiful woman that had ever existed on Asin-dar. Her blackened hair flickered in the winds with her flowing white gown. To most, this would have seemed the start of the most perfect happily ever after. Her brilliant bright blue eyes lit up the smiles upon the face of every woman and girl that look on…. It was perfect… It was to perfect… That should have had been the end of their suffering… Yet this was just the beginning…

The moment his bride reached the alter the avatar took her hand into his and made his vows to be recited by her. He vowed to be with her for all time. He vowed to love and cherish her. To be one with her and protect her guide her and be her husband. Their fingers interlaced, their fingers grasped and interlocked into a boundless and unbreakable bond. Their expressions, their tone, and their intentions were pure… Then it came. The tragedy to end all tragedies was born…. For the moment his bride took her vows, they struck…

All around them knives erupted into their beings. Over and over they found the sharp and stinging sensations plunging into their bodies as the assassins took hold. Yet there were no true assassins for it was them all. How dare he, a poverty-stricken commoner dared to rise above them. How dare he have bliss and joy where they had, had none… How dare an abomination take part in a celebration only meant for their kind…

Bloodied and drenched the two lovers grasped for one another as again the Avatar screamed out in absolute paralyzing agony. Tears swelled deep within his eyes. He couldn’t understand as to why they had done this to him, even more, why they had done this to her… One of their own… He could understand that they hated him. He knew they had always hated him. He knew that they would never have accepted him… Yet her? Why couldn’t they just let it have been him? Why could they have not just killed him and left her…

“No!” The Avatar screamed, plead and begged… “No!” He wept not for himself but his wife… “Not he screamed again ignoring the stabbings that were littering his form. “No!!” He cried feeling her life slowly fleeting from her fingers… “Not her…” He whimpered and shook, though not from the pain, not from his own suffering. but hers…

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