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Lyla_492
Legacy Name: Lyla_492

The Custom Arid Antlephore
Owner: Cherish_308

Age: 16 years, 8 months, 3 weeks

Born: June 25th, 2009

Adopted: 16 years, 8 months, 3 weeks ago (Legacy)

Adopted: June 25th, 2009 (Legacy)

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December 18th, 2012

Statistics

• Level: 1
   
• Strength: 10
   
• Defense: 10
   
• Speed: 0
   
• Health: 10
   
• HP: 10/10
   
• Intelligence: 0
   
• Books Read: 0
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Unemployed

Down by the valley where the green grass grows,
There sat Lyla as pretty as a rose...

“Lyla, will you marry me?”

Lyla looked down into his sparkling eyes. Oh how dashing Marc looked in his uniform. He was so excited about going off to fight that horrid war: to be a hero. Couldn’t he see that he was already a hero in her eyes? If only time could stand still at this moment. If only he could stay with her forever.

She placed a delicate hand over his outreached one and sighed. “Marc…”

The tone of her voice had an immediate effect. His face fell from a hopeful happiness to a crestfallen sadness that made her heart break. “You’re going to say no aren’t you?” It wasn’t a question.

“I... no… Marc, listen to me.” She knelt down until her violet eyes were level with his hazel ones, “I want to marry you, but not like this. Stay with me Marc. Stay with me and I’ll be yours.”

“Ly…” he traced her face with his long pianist fingers, “you know that I can’t do that.”

“Promise me then. Marc, promise me you will come back for me.” Tears filled her wide doe eyes, brimming over and spilling down her face like faceted diamonds.

“I promise,” he kissed her lightly on the lips and rose. “I love you.”

He turned slowly —as if it was physically painful for him to do so—and left her there alone to watch his rapidly diminishing figure from a carpet of flowers.

He never came back.

~*~

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. As always, time moved on. Weeks turned to months and months to years, but still, she waited; never leaving the valley. He promised he'd be back, she would think and she waited on. Though people came and went, the valley remained almost untouched by time as if it too was waiting for someone.

Over the years, the valley became known as Lyla’s Valley. Stories told of a young girl who missed her chance as a bride and year after year, she continued to wait. Young men proposed to young women in Lyla’s Valley at first as a tribute to the young would be bride but in the course of time, it became an unspoken tradition.

Some say that she’s still there and sometimes, she acknowledges the new couple with a nod. Others say that she’s gone but her spirit remains there, forever a part of the valley.

~*~

“Will you marry me?”

Lyla's head snapped up at that those words; she had waited so long for them! Everyone kept telling her that Marc was gone, that he wouldn't be coming home, but they were wrong. He came back for her, just like he promised.

She delicately rose up from the bed of flowers around her, leaving a trail of soft petals as she moved fluidly towards the voice.

~*~

“Yes,” She whispered breathlessly, scarcely able to believe it. Abruptly, the flowery carpet beneath her feet dropped away and she shrieked in delight. Her new fiancé spun her around in a circle before kissing her gently on the lips. She smiled blissfully, completely lost in the depths of his brilliant hazel eyes.

A sudden rustle in the leaves and a wisp of cold caressing wind broke the oblivious state of couple. Almost out of their line of sight, an exquisite silver doe stepped out of the woods so gracefully she seemed to be gliding on air. Scarcely breathing, the two watched her turn her head ever so slightly so that the heartbreaking gaze of her beautiful violet eyes locked into theirs. As another gentle breeze rustled their hair, the doe disappeared before their very eyes. Promise me… the whispered words were so soft it was almost as if it was just the breeze caressing the tall grasses of Lyla’s Valley.

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