Chapter 6 - PuxxieGalore

Chapter 6 - PuxxieGalore
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   Today, my life shall come to its end.

   My life. It's on a peak of string. Anytime. My life will soon be taken away.

   I know. So far, I have lived a meaningful life - well, since I've turned eighteen, I've facemod quite a lot of undertakings.

   Thank you everyone.

   Mother. You born me on this mere world.
   Father. You taught me about life.
   Madam Noir. You took good care of me.
   Uncle Zhor. You helped me a lot.
   Grace. You are my first friend. My first love.

   I regret. I didn't confess to you.

  I love you Grace.

The unsheathed sword. Swings. My vision blackens. The sun disappears. Black clouds everywhere.

   I close my eyes. My time has come. Farewell.

...

   "Hey what the??!", a voice out.

Swords clashing! Thrashing!

   What is happening?

I open my eyes. Slowly. Too weak.
My vision blurry. Dark.

   I can see figures. Fighting.
   One figure against other three.

Surprisingly, a girl figure.

   Unsheaths her sword. Swings freely in the air. Clashing with the bandits' sword. Sparking the light.

Amazing. Wonderful. Magnificent.

   The battle comes to its end.

The bandits end up with their deaths. The girl wins the battle. The girl comes toward me. My mind couldn't think anything, anymore.

I smile. Collapse.

I don't know what happens.

Let. It. Be.

....soon

   I am dead.
   Am I dead?
   How can I move my fingers?
   How can I listen to my heartbeat?
   How can I listen?
   How can I still breath?
   Am I still alive?
   I am alive.

I can feel. Something soft. Smooth. Moving on my hand.

I open my eye slowly. I see the girl, placing her hand on mine. It's small, soft and smooth. My vision still blurry.

   I can feel it. She slightly moves her hand. From arm to shoulder. Then, she touches my wound - the stabbed wound.

   I feel calm. Her hand then freely moves around my body. My shoulder, chest, stomach, naval, waist. I can feel it everywhere.

Then, I open my eyes. She notices.

   "You're awake, stranger.", she says, while moving her hand to my face. "You almost get killed out there. I save you."

   "Where am I? Who are you?", I question with a soar voice of mine. Very weak. She glares.

   "This is the way you thank a frail maiden like me?", she replies with a smile. I feel funny.

   "I'm grateful for your bravery and kindness, my frail maiden.", I answer her question. She grins.

   "You're welcome."
   "May I know who are you?"
   "My name is PuxxieGalore."

My thought about this girl is one of the strongest brute. Instead, she's one of a sweet kind little angel.

I'm in debt of my life with you.

PuxxieGalore.