We continue towards two auras, holding hands. I smile at her and she smiles back. I wanna kiss her. I want to hold her in my arms and close my eyes, sleep with her... No, I don't mean that, get your mind out of the gutter; just close my eyes and rest, holding her in my arms, and pretend that everything is OK...

But as long as the Author is alive, it isn't.

We see two beings in cloaks, the in a red cloak, and the other in a green. The two seem to be arguing, before noticing us and stopping to approach us.

"Reaper," the one in a red cloak greets with a slight annoyance in his voice, but not at me, but from his prior conversation with the other, "how are you?"

I recognize them. It's Spark and Breath, gods of fire and life from my home world. M.S.'s too. We come from the same planet after all. It's... a long story, one for another time. All you need to know is that, there are others, and they're all minor characters at this point.

"Hey guys," M.S. smiles, "how you two been?"

"Decent overall," Breath explains, "but today has kinda sucked to be perfectly honest. I was trying to cut through but the barrier appeared so now I'm gonna be late getting home to my husband and Spark is the one who recommended this shortcut. So, nice work you hot-head."

"Fight me," Spark glares, "you may have plants, wind, and earth, but I could turn you to ash."

"What about you guys?" Spark tries to change the subject.

"Me," M.S. explains, "I'm good. Reaper and I are entering a couple. It's great."

"I've been training," I explain, "you know, run of the mill stuff."

"I'm a goddess of love," Breath smiles, "want me to give a reading on this? I mean, we're gonna have to kill each other, but I wanna stall that."

Ugh. Waste of time. I should just kill them now.

"You wanna?" M.S. smiles, "could be fun."

"Ugh," I sigh, turning away, unable to say no, and knowing she'll do it anyways, "fine. Make it quick."

"Spark?" Breath asks, "quick truce?"

"Sure," Spark shrugs, "I guess."

Breath glows with a magical aura as she looks at us. The energy in the air grows tense as she seems to stare into our very souls. I get nervous, afraid f what she says. I can see it on Reaper's face too as he tries to hide it. 

Breath's eyes glaze over and she looks up with a blank stare. she screams and jumps back, pulling Spark back with her.

"You," she points at Reaper as her voice shakes, "if you beat us, you have one foe left. I see wrath in your future. I see no love in your heart, your soul, only a desire to save what you can't without love. I can't let you continue down this path, as your friend. I must stop you."

"It that bad?" Spark asks.

"Yeah," Breath sighs.

"Truce?" Spark smiles, "old friend?"

"Of course," she chuckles, "hot head."

"Dirt goddess."

The two laugh and high face each other for their clever jokes.

Oh well. Best strike first! 

I prepare to attack, but... I find it hard to let go of M.S. I want her to be with me. I miss her...

I muster the courage to lunge first, before anyone else can react...