Thread:Johnathon Strider/@comment-26545097-20180221204957/@comment-24852191-20180324095100


 * Nightfire stands in the observation lounge of the palace. Zeitola walks in behind him.

Nightfire: I hope you know you could never sneak in behind me.

Zeitola: Hm, well Drago is well.

Nightfire: Good.

Zeitola: Is something else the matter?

Nightfire: It’s the demons. Their poison had no effect on me. And they acted as though I am something else than a Guardian m.

Zeitola: They’re demons. They try to put thoughts in our minds. As for the poison, maybe you’re just immune.

Nightfire: You know there is nothing we know of that can withstand their venom. Does it have something to do with my origins?

Zeitola: I don’t know.

Nightfire: Only you would know, or Manny. It was the two of you that found me. I know very little about my past.....just like Drago.

Zeitola: I don’t know where you come from. I only know where I found you and so does Manny. However, there are many Guardians here that don’t know where they come from. It’s not just you and Drago.

Nightfire: Yes, but there aren’t many pyros and none of them are like Drago. As for me, nobody seems to be able to tell me what I am.


 * She sighs and walks up to him.

Zeitola: You are beautiful, my dear. And, more than that, you are my lover and have chosen to stay by your side if you stay by mine till death do we part.


 * He looks at her with orange eyes.

Nightfire: You know there is nothing more that I want.


 * She sighs as they lean in and kiss each other. They hold each other in a passionate embrace as they French kiss in front of the large observation window. The Earth below illuminates the scene.