What Color Are Italians Eyes

Después de todo, al final lo había conseguido. Por fin había podido llegar a la mazmorra dónde ella se encontraba. Haladiel, su vieja amiga.
Lathaliel se preguntó, mientras recorría los últimos pasos hasta la puerta, cómo habían podido acabar así. No pudo evitar sentirse usada una vez más, y su odio se renovó, sepultando a la pena. Haladiel se lo había quitado todo.

Ahora le tocaba a ella.
-Perdona… ¿sabes dónde is the workshop?
"Yeah, sure, but ... are you alone?
"Yes.
"Come with me if you want, introduce you to my friends.
Thanks.
Lathaliel recalled that conversation for the umpteenth time, again regretting the moment he decided to present it to the others.
" dug my own grave, as they say" he thought as he stopped before the great door of solid oak . This happens to me to trust others "
never been considered a person stand out above others. Had a different taste, yeah (I preferred the magic swords before, drawing instead of reading, running, instead of studying), and although she was proud of them, not trying to impose them on others. But he had a strong personality, but I knew that what he liked to him, and nothing would change his mind. Maybe that was one reason why the discriminating small, but it mattered little. And when he was seventy years old, found people supported it.

thought that this was still the best decade of his long life. Believed, in fact, for three happy years, which were all laughing.
But things changed after the expedition to Curshen. He was alone, with two other people that had no closely linked. The mission was a resounding success. Its advanced sword skills had been useful in the mountains, and the patriarch burst into praise, which she accepted with pride and a certain smugness.

At that time realized that Haladiel was rare, and after half a year, and quite annoying, ended up asking. -
not you stand, so leave me alone, let go.
Lathaliel se sorprendió mucho, como era de esperar, y como Haladiel seguía relacionándose tanto con Asadia como con Rodetya, le pidió a Asadia que le preguntara las razones.
-No recurras a los demás, pregunta tú -le espetó Halad hiel a las pocas semanas.
-¿Por qué te caigo mal?
-Es que cansas -respondió, dejándola, de nuevo, sola.
Después de esto, Lathaliel se fue entristeciendo progresivamente, y no notó como Haladiel hacía que Asadia se enemistara con ella.
Al cabo de un año más, cuando Lathaliel se estaba animando, Asadia le dijo que no quería reconnect with her. Took two decades to be excellent friends, and it hurt more than anything else.
wanted to run, run, start life from zero in any other congregation of bounty hunters. But he did not. Masave Rodetya and continued with it, and not going to let that Haladiel be put against him.
bore the unspeakable, how everyone was gradually beginning to look over your shoulder, that no one trusted her.
So began interacting with humans. They shared many of their tastes. They seemed completely compatible with it, and atypical features of the Elves did not stand between them.
loved those days, a small space of time in your life elf was happening with them, and when they ended, he longed to return to them.
Haladiel In the weeks that he invited his friends elf Kimdall the lakes, she went with their humans and passed it even better. She came to believe that his destiny was with those human beings whom he loved and also loved her. For two years he maintained this attitude, trying to convince Rodetya and Masave to know them.
But when this happened and they decided to return to Lathaliel time, the city caught fire. Was reduced to ashes, killed all its inhabitants. And the worst thing was that Lathaliel saw it all, and could see the long blonde hair away from there Haladiel.
know the other commanded the fire, so do not hesitate when he discovered that the fire had been caused by magic. Filled with rage, addressed Haladiel. I cried a lot, but Haladiel, as always, ignored their words.
Lathaliel did wrong in letting go of anger, and not surprised that the imprisoned under seven locks when hit repeatedly. But it felt so good, so relaxed, not sorry at all.
not surprised when the patriarch was sentenced to five hundred years locked up, not close to anyone. He did not like breaking the rules, but that was not willing to comply.
When the next day were to take their food to the cell Lathaliel was gone.
Haladiel also gone. With the permission of the patriarch, he disappeared. If you thought that way was safe from the wrath of Lathaliel was very wrong. The anger intensified its extremely strong hunting instincts, leading her by all Haladiel places that had happened, finally reaching the dungeon. While
ran and dodged his traps, he could not avoid a certain feeling of sadness, which disappeared when reminded which had been used. Used to integrate and then discarded like an old rag.
After remembering everything, her anger intensified again, and opened the door a kick, feeling strongly the presence of his enemy on the other side.
- HALADIEL! He shouted, suddenly coming to the sword at the ready.
"It seems that I can not get rid of you," she sighed, rising from his chair he was reading a book. What?
-Answers "he said, and I hope they are the ones I want.
"The answers are what they are.
"I want the truth.
-Shoot. Unless you have pasted the stupidity of humans. Ah, it was so fun to burn ...
- Was it you ... really? Muttered, shaking with anger. In the end, all that time had had little hope that it does not, that simply would have been all a mistake.
"Of course I was. Who else would have done a job so perfect? It was fun.
- That was ...! "Why!? "Snapped.
"They're so stubborn these humans ... They are like children. Ignored me, I had to kill them.
- No needed! I had not done anything!
"Of course I had done. Were related to you.
- But what the hell ...! Shrieked, completely mad-You are a bad lot! "What have I done to make you hate me so much!?
Haladiel frowned, but did not respond.
- Answer, damn bitch! Be the decency at least!
-The patriarch praised you, I was looking after you.
surprised After a few seconds, Lathaliel could not help laughing out loud. Haladiel gave him a dirty look, but otherwise ignored it and continued laughing.
- just for that? He said and laughed, wiping away a crybaby who slipped through the eye, but you know how boring it is to listen to you man? Does not let you do anything! Not know how lucky you are!
"I'm sorry he did not care," said Haladiel, clenching his fists.
"All he cares the patriarch. "You
cares more.
"I care about everyone equally.
"And that mission is to rank in Curshen.
- What about her? Lathaliel asked, cutting her laughter.
- How You could go to C-range missions to embroider a range A? Damn you ...
- But you've also done a few A! range
"Not as good as yours.
- Those are your words to sink? "Only that?
- Do you think enough?
"It's not that few, is that they are stupid.
- Do not mock me, bitch!
- Fox? "You call me bitch to me? You, precisely? DO YOU? Hatred turned-new, renewed, hot, painful. Lathaliel hoisted his sword. Haladiel joined hands to prepare their magic, I have many more reasons to insult you! Damn bitch!
Haladiel frowned again, and both elves jumped at once, ready to kill themselves as they found a hole.
Lathaliel used his trusty sword. Haladiel, the fire that had served him so well in the past. Fought a long time, steel fire. Sparks flew. Lathaliel steel cut Haladiel the pale skin with harshness. The fire burned the skin and hair Lathaliel. None complained, only continued ramming relentlessly, over and over again. So deep was their hatred, they could not get out if one of the two died.
In the eyes of Lathaliel, gray as the steel of his sword, shining the thirst for revenge. Her black hair, before long to the waist, reached her chin now. Did not mind: now he was more comfortable.
Haladiel black eyes framed by eyebrows bright color of the crumb of bread. Both her cheeks as her bare arms were covered with small cuts, and that bothered him enough: leave a scar.
The small room had no windows and trademarks of the fight. Large gaps and burns, furniture overturned. Drops of blood on the ground, scattered by heavy boots or delicate Lathaliel Haladiel slippers, torn shreds of cloth and burned. Sparks flew.
Haladiel wanted to kill. Not have regrets.
Lathaliel so wished. But I could not help but remember the good times he had with his opponent. I knew I wanted revenge, wanted his sword, splitting his neck, blood stained the ground Haladiel crimson. But even if not regret, he would be wrong.
Maybe that's why Lady Luck decided that it was imposing its Lathaliel the sword when the two collided for the umpteenth time. His sword was placed on the neck of the other when this happened. Haladiel
not believe.
Lathaliel hesitated. He had long desired, but now he could sever his neck was not so clear. His rational mind told him he should. He had killed an entire city, had killed their friends. But his heart kept him from turning the wrist.
" not be stupid. Move ya"
" But ..."
" Do it now, you idiot"
-Lathaliel ... how did we get here? Haladiel asked softly and scared.
"You started.
"I admired her so much ...
- Huh? -Lathaliel lowered his sword, surprised.
"And you go and you believe the blonde sneered, throwing the other to the wall with a ball of fire.
-Haladiel ... you ...
- Really thought that brute force would defeat the rationale of magic? It was clear from the outset that I would be the winner "he mocked. Lathaliel tried to get up, but hit him in the stomach Haladiel, leaving no air and making it fall again.
"For ... what ...
-" ... I hate you? I do not know. I hated from the moment I saw you. So calm, with a life so simple, yet so happy ... I wanted to sink, making trust me and then destroy. And you itching so happy. God, as he wanted inside out.
Lathaliel said nothing. remained kneeling, with arms folded. Tempted his sword, but Haladiel her away from a kick.
"I do not rule," he began. But stopped when a tongue of flame began to climb up his back-But why ...?
"The weapons that I like does not mean you do not know other things," said the brunette Haladiel, quietly, quietly, keeping active with magic hands on the floor. Stop being so conceited. Stop destroying others. Give me back my friends!
-still have to Rodetya Masave and the blonde replied, careful not to move so that the fire did not burn.
"Not anymore. When I was locked up, recalled some of the lies you told and left me alone. Your fault. Fucking bitch ... I've taken it all! Lathaliel shouted, raising his head, his eyes filled with tears once and dies! Dies the same way they do! But go to hell and never come back, fucking bitch!
The language of fire was a fire. Spread across the surface of the skin Haladiel, burning every shred, to the marrow of the bones. The blonde was consumed in the fire, and Lathaliel not look at any time, but did not move until the very moment when the last embers faded.
slowly got up and left the room. I could not return home. Would have to rebuild their lives elsewhere, but this did not care. Since he had nothing left. No family, no friends, nothing.
Todo se lo había arrebatado Haladiel. Y ahora Haladiel estaba muerta.
Salió de la mazmorra con rapidez, y se dirigió a la ciudad más cercana. A empezar de nuevo. A destruir su vida como elfa y convertirse en humana. A cambiar su nombre. Y a huir eternamente de sus antiguos compañeros. Ahora era una delincuente.
Y jamás había pensado en lo bien que se sentía eso.

----- As I lay a short story after a long time. It occurred to me in class this morning at a touch of frustration. Hope you like it. Regarding
images ... I found nothing better, nor any that looked like Haladiel, but the image of the latter is supposed to be her (even when it dark, but nice ^ ^ U)
The song would be ... "A song of storm and fire" Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle (look on YouTube if that ^ ^)
And on the following of Evil ... I'm afraid I have to wait, because I have tests, projects, and I can not write. Also, I got stuck a while ^ ^ U But when I hang type, promised ^ ^