[It was a strange thing to see. After so long of hearing of the Storm, of how it destroyed worlds and loomed as a great threat against this universe, he hadn't been able to picture it in his mind. There were no memories of what happened, only of waking in the pod and of his promise, which was binding, but he felt no emotional connection to. This war meant little to him apart from the need to protect his friends and family, still asleep in the pods.
But in seeing the scope of the Storm, of hearing the cries of the villagers and witnessing how a world died, it resonated in him. He was left speechless, watching beside a smaller woman, beautiful in a way he had never seen with someone before. She was a lone star, set against the blackness. When she spoke, she voiced the words he was unable to find.
She was right, but he didn't know how or where to start. How did you fight something like this?]
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But in seeing the scope of the Storm, of hearing the cries of the villagers and witnessing how a world died, it resonated in him. He was left speechless, watching beside a smaller woman, beautiful in a way he had never seen with someone before. She was a lone star, set against the blackness. When she spoke, she voiced the words he was unable to find.
She was right, but he didn't know how or where to start. How did you fight something like this?]
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