Sange and Yasha [LEGEND]

A/N: My take on those cute li'l weapons on Defense of the Ancients.

Claimer: Cliche'd, over-used plots! Call them what you like!! A legend written out of a sudden burst of emotions, and of course, boredom.

Night and Day.

Sun and Moon.

Light and Dark.

Yin and Yang.

Sange and Yasha

 He opted to stay away than to destroy the one he loves. He is someone, who looks after her from afar, who never makes himself known. But what caused him to do that? What caused him to suppress and not reveal himself from the lonely woman that she was? Because he is the sun. His existence itself is the one creating havoc. As long as he stays himself, they could never be together. Being together meant death to her, and he can’t allow that. He is fate’s plaything, the wretched one. He asked that question for so many times now. Why does it have to be her? Why must it be that he is hopelessly in love with her? When all it brought to him was a tiny blaze of radiance, and interminable sorrow?

***

She smiled that bitter smile of hers. How she wished he could have known. How she wished he could have noticed. “But what good will come from it?” she reprimanded herself. If he, by any chance, knew of her knowledge of him, it will only hurt him more than how he is hurting now. So she had to pretend, alas, for pretentions are fate’s favorite. She had so often dreamt about him, the shape of his face, the way his mouth seems to project an eternal smile, his prominent jaw, his nose, and his eyes. His eyes, which in her dreams, bore into her soul like a knife, no, something sharper than the knife, and something more sacred. For love is sacred, and painful, at the same time. Tears had started falling, again. How come she never ran out of it? How come her eyes never seem to experience drought? How come she still has feelings, when the only emotions she has been sensing is pain? The idea was absurd, but due to desperation, she had wished for her ability to feel to vanish. Even if that meant not being able to love. Love is supposed to be transcending, fulfilling, and of gratifying. Yet, why her pain? Why must their lives be intertwined so painfully tight, miraculously bound? Why? Why? She is the moon, but shouldn’t it be more important to emphasize her being a woman? Why?

***

 The emperor watched with a heavy heart the two of his most favorite beings. Two destined souls, two opposite poles, very different from each other that they become so similar. The irony of Fate, of Life, of Time, of Ages Past. The sun and the moons wishes, as they are whispered into the silent night, sounded like a wail of a wounded child to him. Their questions of same nature a howl of deep pain. For the first time in the emperor’s eternal existence, he suddenly looked so old, so gray. He stood up, finally having reached a decision, that might change, even for just a bit, those two souls future. He tore of his clothes, sank into the well that is the most mysterious of all, much older than him, much powerful. As his body drowned and turned into pure energy, so did the physical manifestation of the two souls weeping still. Overwhelmed they may be, they didn’t react violently because somewhere in their mind is a soft voice, like that of a mother, telling them not to worry for everything will be at once right. They closed their eyes, accepting what kind of fate might befall upon them this time, silently wishing of a simpler one, a less painful one.

***

The first thing that registered in his mind is the light. He tried to raise his hand, only to be stopped by a weight, and he turned to look at the person who is beside him. Eyes widened, mouth hang in aghast for right beside him, with no barriers present, is Yasha, the only being he had loved for many lifetimes already. He stared into her pretty face for what seemed like years, when it had only been seconds. This is real. She is real. He touched her face, and the sleeping figure stirred, and then opened her eyes. Bright golden eyes met his green ones. Tears blurring his vision of her. “Sange…” she murmured, happiness of no boundaries lacing her voice.

***

On their background are these sounds, “M-mmmonster Kill!!! Rampage!!! Humiliation…”

A/N: And thus ends my legend of Sange and Yasha!!! MY favorite DOTA Weapon!!! Hahaha… It’s kinda cool to write this kind of story actually. How I tried to add in as much adjectives as I can to be able to perfectly portray the feelings, because that is what composes this story itself, their emotions. It might be boring, no scratch that, it really is boring, but I personally like it!