Mystical Bond

In a 12 PM of full moon, she was meandering close to the backwoods lake and holding her heart on her sleeves; like she was running quick to abandon everything what she had been conveyed for such a long time.

After she strolled for a mile, her breaths began halting her and she fall in the grass. She was looking so brilliant as though moon provided her everything with the illumination of that evening.

He saw her from the one-of-a-kind line house window, and he thought she lost in the woods. He came near her; he asked dear would you say you are ready to listen my voice? What's your name, how you came here.

Before she could open her mouth and would stand up any single word; she got blacked out and he believed its smarter to acquire her the column house and can treat her better.

As Eren bowed adjacent to the puzzling young lady, he saw the manner in which the twilight gleamed off her fair skin, causing her to appear to be practically powerful. Her chest rose and fell with worked breaths, and Eren realized there isn't a moment to spare. He delicately scooped her up, supporting her in his arms as he advanced back to the old column house.

When inside, Eren laid her on a delicate bed close to the window. He could feel an uncommon energy emanating from her, something a long way past what any human ought to have. He looked at her face, her fragile highlights outlined by shiny hair that appeared to gleam as though kissed by moonlight itself. She was no conventional young lady; Eren could feel it in his bones.

As he painstakingly watched out for her, the young lady blended, her eyes vacillating open only briefly. Eren got a brief look at her dark blue eyes — eyes that held the insider facts of the universe. "Aylin," she murmured, her voice scarcely discernible. And afterward she slipped once more into obviousness.

Aylin… the name reverberated to Eren. It was old, very much like his own name, went down through ages of spirits who had carried on with many lives. Eren sat close by, looking after her, considering what odd powers had carried her to the timberland, and all the more critically, what association they shared.

Hours passed, and similarly as the moon disappeared, Aylin got up with a beginning, her body shocking as though shaken by some undetectable power. She heaved for air, her hands shudder as they grasped the texture of the cover. Eren immediately moved to her side.

"You're not kidding," he said delicately. "I'm Eren. Do you recall how you arrived?"

Aylin's eyes met his, and briefly, the two of them felt a flash — a magical bond that opposed existence. "Eren..." she mumbled, her voice loaded up with acknowledgment, however she had never met him. "I was... I was running. Running from something dim. Something that has been pursuing me for lifetimes."

Eren's heartbeat in his chest. He had felt a similar presence as well, a shadow that had followed him across hundreds of years. "The shadow?" he asked, his voice scarcely over a murmur.

She gestured; her appearance serious. "Indeed. It looks to tie our spirits, to keep us from truly breaking free. We have been bound together, Eren, across lifetimes. Each time we see as one another, it comes for us."

Eren sat back, the heaviness of her words soaking in. He had consistently felt something missing in his life, a draw toward something — somebody. Also, presently she was here, before him. "What do we do?" he asked, feeling the gravity of their common destiny.

Aylin sat up, her solidarity gradually returning. "We battle," she said, her voice more grounded now. "This time, we battle. The twilight — it's our key. It associates us to the antiquated power we hold inside. Yet, we should be speedy, before the shadow finds us once more."

As the twilight washed the room in a delicate shine, Eren and Aylin felt their spirits mixing, entwining, as recollections of their previous existences together overflowed back to them. They were not simply customary individuals. They were supernatural spirits, gatekeepers of an old power that had been breathed easy. Each time they were resurrected, they were intended to safeguard the equilibrium between light and haziness.

Yet, the shadow was determined, continuously looking to ruin the equilibrium, to trap their spirits and bridle their power for its own dull reason.

Together, Aylin and Eren remained by the window, the twilight enlightening their countenances as they arranged for the fight that was to come. "This time," Aylin murmured, "we end it."

Eren gestured, his hand seeing as hers. "Together."

Outside, the timberland started to mix, a dull presence approaching just past the trees. The shadow had found them indeed, yet this time, Aylin and Eren were prepared. Their spirits had been bound across lifetimes, and presently, joined under the radiance of the full moon, they would confront their fate.

Also, this time, they would break free.