Inimitable Perfection.

Ashrah smashed down her foes. They were dark warriors, clothed in black, using techniques which were vaguely familiar to her. She slashed away, not really caring about the blood that splattered across her face and her white clothes as their body parts were flung across the clearing. She ducked as one attempted to hit her face using a sledgehammer and jumped as one tried to knock her off her feet. Gracefully, she plunged her sword into her enemy's body and threw a white projectile at him.

There were twenty eight warriors, now, only one was left standing. He was trying to appear confident as he took on his stance, but he was blissfully unaware of his shaking.

Ashrah smirked as she slowly advanced towards the man, her Kriss in tow. He wasn't much of an opponent, Ashrah had concluded as he fell down to the ground without her doing anything yet. She sheathed her blade and approached the man.

"Who sent you here?" She demanded as she grabbed the man by his collar.

The man looked at her in fear, but did not say anything. It looked as if he didn't want to divulge any secrets.

"I asked you a question!" she barked. She shook the man, but he simply looked at her in, now, a mixture of fear and hate.

Ashrah unsheathed her blade and held it close to the man's throat. In one swift movement, she cut the assassin's head off. She wiped her blade on the assassin's uniform. She held it up and admired the way the sunlight bounced on the shimmering blade.

She, however, did not notice the assassin that crept up to her sneakily, and plunged his blade through her. Ashrah gasped in pain as the sword was pulled out of her. She fell to her knees and grasped her stomach. Her blood was warm as it gushed out of her wound. Before her head hit the ground, she thought she saw a flash of blinding light.

Warmth was filling her body as she regained consciousness. Her eyelids fluttered open and she blinked a few times. She sat up, vaguely aware that she was not in pain. She lifted her shirt and saw no wound on her stomach. She blinked at it.


"It is good to see you have awakened." She heard a deep voice. She looked to her left to see a figure clad in white, approaching her.

"L-Lord Raiden." Ashrah acknowledged. She wanted to stand up to bow to the heavenly being before her, but the said god stopped her from doing so. She stared at him. For the first time in her life, she saw the Thunder God without his signature hat.

"Are you feeling any better?"

Not trusting her voice, Ashrah merely nodded. She was doing her best not to gawk at Raiden. However, his slightly open robe, which showed a little of his broad chest made it almost an impossible feat.

Ashrah had always admired the Thunder God. He was the epitome of justice. He fought for the side of good. Not to mention how handsome and dashing he was when he was saving the innocent. Ashrah gulped as Raiden placed his hand on her forehead.

"I think you're sick. You're face is all red. Are you sure you're all right?" his voice was laced with concern. Somehow, his words made Ashrah even redder.

"I assure you, Lord Raiden, that I am perfectly all right." She nodded at him. "I assume I have you to thank for my speedy recovery."

"No thanks is necessary, my dear." He smiled at her, flashing a set of pearly white teeth.

She glanced at his robe, careful not to look at his chest, and noticed how white it was. It didn't have a speck of dust on it. She looked down at her own robe, and was fully aware of how bloody and dirty it was. She brushed at it in vain.

She stood up. "Lord Raiden, I think it is best if I be on my way." She said. She grabbed her hat and tied the strings together, so that it was slung on her back like a knapsack.

"Are you sure you should be running about? You are, after all, still recovering." He looked at her anxiously. It was nice to know that at least someone was concerned about her well-being. Well, he cared about everyone's well-being.

"I am fine, Lord Raiden." She flushed.

Ashrah was not sure if she was in love with the god before her. She had talked to Sareena about it, and the demon had told her that she definitely was smitten with him. Ashrah could not understand why she blushed when he smiled at her, why she felt secure when he was beside her.

The heart has its reasons which reason knows nothing of. Kitana had once told her.

She blushed as Raiden clapped her shoulder.

"Be careful." He said seriously. "Well, I should be going as well." He mused out loud as he turned towards the opposite direction. "Take care of yourself, Ashrah."

Ashrah watched as Raiden walked away from her.

"Lord Raiden!" she blurted out without thinking.

He stopped in his tracks and glanced at her. "Yes, my dear?"

I'minlovewithyou! Her mind screamed. "I…" she looked at the god. "Thank you." She smiled.

The Thunder God smiled back. "No thanks are necessary." He waved good bye and she waved back.

As the god disappeared into the forest, Ashrah sighed in disappointment. A god like him, almost perfect, should not be concerned with her feelings for him.

She sighed yet again and walked off in the opposite direction, feeling the weight of unspoken words on her chest.