~She stares out at the massive Empire before her, waiting for the arrival of her enemy and love. She places her hand on the hilt of her blade, feeling the cold metal of the Morganti/Teliscan Blade.
She thinks on the past, how they had met, here, in this exact spot, where one will kill the other. She remembers the first years, how they had always been with each other, how he had been the one. She sighs, wishing it all away.~