Quest

One night, while walking in the park, he ran into a were and, not long afterwards, a white horse with dark, silky mane and tail, the same animal he had seen when he woke up, took him to the place of magic. There, he saw a woman who possessed a child of pure magic, the magic that would protect him against the other werewolves. Then the woman spoke to him. 

"This is the story of Alita Creator's forara. She is the power that protects you, and this is her child, her son. He will help you against the werewolves until you find her. If you can defeat him, the enemies will be forced to respect you. The rules of the covenants will be suspended, and their soldiers will be impeded. But when the werewolf is destroyed, the rule of the Covenants will return to normal, and there will be war against you again. You will lose and you will be destroyed, but we will bring you back to life in a different way."  

The fantasy was based on his real one. Then, when he decided to keep the dream,  he found a young girl with a horse like that, and a warm soul as well, with some magic marks and some tattoos on her face. That's how the young girl became the woman in the fantasy. The tattoos on the face were the letters T.D, meaning "Temple of the Dawnlight" as a testament of his full devotion to his wife to be. 

 "Oh Fuck! That was a dream! Seemed so real..!" Malison hopped out of his bed, pacing around, glancing as his mood changed. "Gosh!" I thought it was happening live! Oh my world...!!!" 

"Hey buddy! You in...?" 

"Laney, is that you..?" 

"Yes man! Or.. are you expecting someone else?" 

"Uh..mmm no, no, I-I am.. okay, I'm coming down right away."

"Hmm... Guess you're in with someone, enjoying yourself, right?" 

"Come on man... You sure are something else! How could you think of such a thing? Screw you!"

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"What's happening buddy? Thought you weren't around. I tried reaching you earlier, but couldn't. Guess you were busy. Wait, you don't look too good, man. What's up with you?" 

"I-I... Nevermind! It's nothing! Please come on in, let me go get you something."

"Forget about that please. I can fix myself something when I want to, okay..? I'm no stranger here." Insisted Laney. With a tap, he asked, "how about what you told me earlier, how well have you gone with it?"

"Honestly man, I really need a wife in this house. I feel so lonely most of the times, and it's not good for a man. You know what I mean..!" 

"Hmmm... hot dude... Of course I do! But come to think of it, don't you think you're the one who doesn't want to be married? Cos there are lots of pretty ladies around, yet, you choose not to have anything to do with..." Malison halted.

"Please don't even go there! Don't bother completing your statement cos I already know the direction you're driving at."

"But I'm serious man!"

There was a moment of silence as Laney was done. On an excuse of talking about some things that he didn't feel comfortable talking about, he looked at Laney and said,

"I know you're single but you're still holding on to that feminist ideal that you're going to marry that cute blonde model of yours who's standing right in front of you. You better start moving up the food chain because if you can keep up with that matrimonial ideal, you're never going to have to commit to anyone else ever again." Malison spat at him heavily. "Please a moment man, I've got to rush somewhere. Will be right back shortly." He swiftly grabbed his backpack and off he went, leaving Laney all alone in the house. 

Suddenly, a very tough breeze blew through the windows and doors, slamming every opening so hard, sweeping every single item off the tables around. Laney's mood changed, a terrifying appearance engulfed him as he tried to grab the items back into their original positions, yet the heavy wind didn't let him. Instead, he was swept off his feet as he landed on the hard floorboard. 

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"Hello, please a moment!" Malison called out. 

"Hi!" 

Sighting the pretty before him, he just couldn't resist her charms. From her head down to her feet was charming. Her well tinted golden hair with some patches of black, glittered like shining armor, her nails sparking like the stars, her smiles were so captivating that any man would find it so hard to resist. And that was when he discovered himself. Malison was the toughest guy of his time, but he just had to be gentle on the lady. To that end, he didn't even care about being intimidated by her chubby looks. His senses were off, taken over, but to her, everything was adding up and right there and then, Malison thought of all her man wonders. Once he saw her intently thinking of the thought, he would make it come true by making it possible for her.

He smirked. In the distance, the only clue was the sound of a watch, ticking. He found himself feeling sexy and confident, and also responsible for the turn of the world. All this just because he was a gentleman, and as the knight of his era, he had to take care of his lady, even though he couldn't be sure she would be interested in him. But he already knew it. But not only would she be interested, she already had plans for him, too, a long time ago; for she has always loved him for his cool heartedness, his independence, his courage, and his refinement. And she's been hoping to have a chat with him all along, but due to his tough nature, no one dared to walk up to him. 

Like a little diamond in the rough, and when she spoke, she smelled like a sweet perfume. Her eyes, with their golden brown pupils, sparkling in the sunlight, brightened up. Her dimples captured his heart as he became unstable, with her smiles wanting him, waiting for him, and she became heavy, heavy with what she wanted. He caught a glimpse of the corner of her lips, with her tongue sticking in-between, he blushed a bit.