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(Journal Entry from Daemon, a chapter insert from a story I'm writing)

Dear Journal,
My mind is clouded with so many emotions....I'm confused....I met someone today. Well, actually, he started off being on my hit list....but then, when I went to pull the trigger, he turned around and I saw his face....oh god what a face....my hands started to tremble and I felt hot, when I came to finally pulling the trigger....I don't know what happened, he reflected the bullet with this magnificent sword! The next thing I knew, the bullet was coming through the scope, I only had time to lurch back and throw my head back to prevent from having the bullet go through my eye and into my brain. Angered, I threw the sniper rifle away and stood up on the ledge I had been crouching on. Maybe I shouldn't have done that....my feet left the stone and I found myself falling, though I had control of myself, drawing Payne and Panic (my duel weilded katanas) I went into a fast spiral. Like a drill coming to earth. The scream of metal clashing had proven that this would be quite a fight. Finally, after what seemed like ages, he pinned me to the ground and got my mask off....his expression at seeing my face still lingers in my mind. He quickly let me up and staggered backwards, his pale blue eyes not leaving my crimson cat-slitted eyes once until I finally tore my gaze from his. Remembering the tradition of my people I took both sword in my hands then placed them to my chest, blades facing the ground, then I bowed low, keeping my gaze down, but occasionally steeling sight of his gorgeous features,
"You are a worthy opponent..." I managed to mutter then I stood and slit my left wrist, "As the loser, I cast my blood at your feet and...." The next words were hard to say, I had never been beaten in a battle, it was humiliating. It was a good thing we had become mere silhouettes to each other becuase I was sure my cheeks were burning red with embarassment, then I spat the words out through gritted fangs, "I ask your fogiveness for attacking you so abruptly." He shook his head and stuttered, "Sure, whatever....can I ask you something?" I looked up surprised, by his fighting technique I had guessed he was from Oakhaven, then I saw he didn't bare the mark of my people, then I felt stupid for repeating the rituals that I had practiced so many times, not thinking I would ever have to repeat the words for real,
"....Yeah....okay." Was my reply,
"What's your name?"
This was a very inproper question, he spoke and moved as if the earth was his, I liked that.
"....Daemon Quiverclaw...." I said then turned to leave picking up my mask as I went, then I remembered my manners, the ones I hated so much, it was curtious to ask your aquaintence's name after they had asked yours, so I turned on my heels only to see him walking away,
"What's yours?" I called, he didn't even turn, just threw the word over his shoulder,
"Sephiroth..."
"Perhaps I paths shall cross again? Sephiroth?"
"....Perhaps...." Was his answer, then he disappeared from sight. I soon realized how fast my heart was pounding, when I returned home, I recieved a severe beating from father, I am betrothed to some guy from the royal family and I was to have no contact with any other males besides my father, but I don't feel the same about this Prince, I don't even remember his name, but Sephiroth? His name slips from my lips like I had been speaking it all my life, it even slipped out during dinner and my father scolded me for speaking "jibberish" as he called it. I rolled my eyes then asked to be excused, it nearly midnight now, and I need to go to bed. I hope I feel better in the morning, this emotion makes my heart ache. Surely it can't be love?