Then We Met Again || 2xuan || Beefleaf

Bound to your soul

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He Xuan felt dizzy, it was a feeling he wasn't familiar with. The world was spinning yet time seemed to have stopped. The back and forth attack of spritual energy of two kinds went on and on for how long; he can no longer remember.

He didn't know if he will survive this time yet he kept going as he too had a wish to be granted. He too seemed to be yearning for one glance of someone.

Suddenly in the middle of all the sea rages, he heard the voice of that person. At first it almost seemed like an illusion, but his illusion could never compare to the real one so he instantly knew that the person had come. He immediately threw a barrier toward him to protect him from the attacks.

Qingxuan could hardly care about the attack. He couldn't see anything among the chaos and he could sense his soul wanting to leave this mortal body. But he clutched tightly into it, wanting to look at the person for once.

"Keai! Want to see you..." He couldn't even shout anymore and mumbled the last words. He was sure though, his words would reach the person.

However the person seemed to have set his mind to not look at him. What a heartless ghost!

Qingxuan smiled and closed his eyes, wanting to fall asleep yet he didn't. Not yet.

"Qingxuan? Are you Qingxuan?"

The mad wind stopped and all of a sudden the sea came to a serene stop, all the previous chaos gone.

Qingxuan looked up and saw the body of his brother floating. Everything seemed like how it was. Not a single strand of hair was out of place. Yet... Qinxuan closed his eyes. Yet it resembled nothing of his brother.

He kept his eyes closed and spoke up, his voice weak, "Are you from Shui realm?"

He Xuan didn't turn back, he didn't dare to. His face was now pale and spritual power seemed to leave his body like he was a open vessel. There was no way to keep them stored. He could attack the other now if he wanted, but he didn't. He simply had no reason to.

Qingxuan's voice rang once again, "I seemed to have a belonging of yours. Before I become incapable of returning it, please take it."

Qingxuan felt a presence in front of him in a blink of an eye before someone blocked it, "Don't touch him."

He Xuan's voice seemed raspier than usual, colder than ever.

"MOVE!" The voice of the woman shrieked.

Qinxuan gently grabbed He Xuan's sleeve - his eyes still closed and motioned him to back off.

He Xuan didn't back off. He just turned to his side and finally let his eyes fall on the person who had his existence curved onto him.

Qingxuan took out the magic pouch he often carried and pulled out a bright piece of blue satin clothe. It seemed to be torn off from the sleeve of a robe.

With trembling hand, the piece of cloth which was the size of a palm- was taken. The white sea pattern on it was rubbed over and over again, as if she wanted nothing more than to curve the sensation over her whole existence if possible.

She wept, wept like a lost soul wondering through the stages of suffering, abandoned by the heavens and even hell so.

The rain water was warmer than the sea and two drops fell on her lips silently. And then her eyes, her cheeks and then on every part of her skin.

From the waves of sea, the mighty Xuanwu appeared, silently. The sea blackened.
He Xuan weakly turned his head toward it and only heard a floating voice, "I have come to bring my sister back." And everything went back to how it was before. Only the rain had stopped and the weeping woman was gone.