Night of the Dragon

Maybe in a different form, under a different name, but in some small way, our souls will always recognize each other.

One day, you’ll look up and I’ll be there. And you’ll know it’s me because our souls will recognize each other.

Across the river, bathed in light, the samurai smiled. “I’ve finally found you.

He gazed down at me, his eyes softer than I'd ever seen before. "My life is yours," he said simply, his voice barely above a murmur.

So, it’s the old kick down the door and slaughter anything that moves approach, after all, is it? Seems to be our favorite.

He stared at me, open wonder and amazement on his face, and for just a moment, it was like we were there again, on the cliff overlooking the valley, right before he whispered his promise and faded from my arms.

A pair of glowing spheres rose from each of the bodies on the ground, pulsing softly as they drifted into the air. As Suki watched, the two globes of light climbed steadily into the sky, circling each other in a graceful, almost excited dance, and floated away toward the clouds.

I could feel the darkness inside me, a roiling mass of rage and savagery, waiting to be unleashed. The last thing I wanted was to turn on the girl who had rescued my soul.

Remember, you'll never be alone. No one is ever truly gone.

Why are you crying? This isn't the end. Death isn't goodbye forever.

I'll be your strength," I told her softly. "Let me be your weapon, the blade that cuts through your enemies. I can do that much, at least. Strength isn't the only key to winning a battle. You told me that yourself, remember? You have other ways to fight, Yumeko.

there are hearts and souls in this world that are worth saving. I won't let them be lost.

I understood now what it meant to sacrifice everything, to give your life to protect not only the ones you loved, but their world and what they cared for, as well.

The tears that had been threatening to burst forth finally did, spilling over and running hotly down my cheeks. Her grief echoed in her every word, every glance and gesture, a lifetime of sorrow and regret.

I trust you." The words were a whisper into my soul. The tips of her thumbs brushed my cheek, unbearably tender, and I closed my eyes against the softness. "Oni or human, it doesn't matter how your appearance changes. Your soul is still the same.

We're here. You can let me go now." "I could," I agreed. "As soon as my heart starts back up.

Just don't go off without me peacock. We want this to be a good poem, after all.

Stop calling me Hakaimono. My name is Kage Tatsumi, and I am no longer yours to command.

Across the river, bathed in light, the samurai smiled "I've finally found you.