"Maeth. . ." A soft and all too familar voice called. "Alora?" he whispered looking around. "Yes, my love." The familiar warmth of her hand rested upon his shoulder. Reaching up he slipped his hand under her's and closed his eyes. "I cannot carrying on this way. My heart and soul are yours, please. . .don't tourture me with dreams that won't come true. You're gone Alora, and I must stay here. . .forever." "Do you no longer love me Maeth?" Squeezing her hand he vigoriously shook his head. "No I love you with every ounce of my heartless body, but it does not to well to dwell on dreams. I am immortal and you a mortal crossed over. From the start we both knew this would happen. It just happened too soon to prepare for. Go. . .go and be in peace Alora. Your battles are over. Never forget our love, for I will. Everyday I feel the beast, the monster grow within. He's hungry for revenge. . .for blood and war. Soon I shall be gone; the man you loved. In his place will be the beast of your nightmares of old. The creature of lore and legend." "Maeth do not have to become him once more." "Yes I do Alora. I cannot mourn your passing forever. If I am to carry on I must change, kill this kind and gentle creature. Become vile and ugly filled with hate and rage." "But deep down a great sorrow." Tears staining his cheeks he nodded. "Yes a sorrow of a thousand breaking hearts. A wound that never heals and rips it's jagged scars to bleed once more." "If that is how you wish it to be. . .so be it." Her transparent hand turned his head and kissed it for the last time. "Farewell my gentle monster, never will there be a love like yours." Reaching our he held her cheek till she faded away. Dropping his hand he clenched it and sighed. "And so end the pain. . .HAIL TO THE BEAST! THE MONSTER IS REBORN!"