The Field of Battle
Alas, alas, for we must part
retreat has been called
a sad trumpet's cry
brother, I look across the field to you
knowing we shall meet again
upon this field of battle
Battle of Wits
"Haha, I've got you this time, Yahweh!" The young man crowed as he rounded the corner of the garden path. Like always, his robes were slightly askew, revealing more of his muscular form than was necessary. Though he tried, he couldn't keep the excited expression from his handsome face.
"What is it now, Lucifer?" Asked Yahweh. He didn't move from where he sat, head bowed, eyes closed, white hair flowing gracefully around him. "You have disturbed my meditation once again, and for one of your silly extended metaphors, no less."
"I know, Yahweh, I know," Lucifer replied, his words fraught with frustration as he sat beside his master in the flowers. "I just couldn't contain myself any longer!"
"You and I both know why it is you try to best me." He raised a hand before Lucifer could protest. "I also know that I will get no peace unless I hear you out. So, lets have it; let me hear yo
"So, tell me again, how long have we been on our own?" Sumettai asked, already knowing the answer, her words were merely the catalyst for a ritual born of long practice.
Though she usually answered right away, Aisuna lingered in what she was doing this day. The wind caught at her heavy green gown and wrapped it around her thin and delicate form as she stood. The small squirrel she had been treating for a stomach ache bounded away, healed. "We've been on our own for years, but it seems like an eternity." Truthfully, she'd never really gotten used to the solitude. Before, Aisuna had always had Korimah or Shimona to talk to, and she was never lonely. Not that she was lonely here with Sumy. Its just that after the war she couldn't find he sibling, no matter how hard she searched. "I came here with you to rest after the war and to think of where we should search next for Korimah. That was almost ten year