"When we first met, I got injured during training, you heard me crash down and rushed to me in order of attending my wounds; my wounds, wounds of a Cyclonian trash as your people called us, your petit hands getting soiled in my traitorous blood.

You smiled at me and tried to make me concentrate on your ancdotes and whimsical questions instead of the pain, you were blabbering and stumbling in your speech as you treated my wounds ever so gently.

When you were done the pain was still there, I was far from being healed and we both knew it.
I don't remember what you did very clearly; all I could remember was hot breath on my exposed neck and sharp ripping pain throught my system.

When I regained my breathing, I forgot all about the pain, I couldn't fix my mind on the question 'what did you just do?' instead I asked you 'why?', a goofy smile that was so uncharacteristically me suddenly smudged all-over my face. You simply replied that whenever there's help needed for a wounded soldier, there would be a Paradisidae squadron member to help them heal.

Five years later I hunt you down and stole you to Master Cyclonis' court, to serve and help him and the young Heiress in the medical field around the palace. You didn't argue and struggle when I grabbed you and set off to the skies, your mother screaming in terror at the sight; oh no, you didn't even fidget, it is like you were waiting for me all along, instead of trying to get away from my deathly tight grip you just pressed to my chest, closing your eyes and sighing in relief.

Master Cyclonis was afraid of you greatly. He thought you were a dangerous spy which, he believed, explained your tranquilant attitude towards your current situation and position offer; you just stated, no - reminded him that Knights of Xerxes are, like their Terra, in the neutral position between the fighting sides of this war; therefore you don't have any objections.

Five years after that you are already the General of the Talons' medical and physiotherapic forces, Dr. Pax; the plan executor called with great tremble the "Mastermind"; thick glasses lay painfully on the bridge of your still freckled nose, you are still small just like ten years ago, barely reaching my chest. You wear those ugly glasses just to seem older, your petit and curvy form now hidden under an oversized General-Doctor's coat with the symbol I almost raped into you adorned on the back.

And still after all this time, I only see the one that I met back there in the thick forest of Terra Amazonia.

And you don't smile to anyone but me. The most sincere and warm smile I have ever been granted.

Even after all my wrong doings to you, you are still the same as the day we first met."

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Ughn... Trying my hand at writing and adopting my own style of drawing back. I hope you like it!

Characters are:

The Dark Ace (Younger about 19 years old) (C) Nerd Corp.
Miss.Ashtoreth "The Mastermind" Pax (Younger around 16 years old) (C) ~peaceINC / ~AniMango