The Last War and dance

Yuna’s lips parted slightly as she stared at him, still half-lost in the haze of her long slumber.
Her red eyes, once bright with life, now carried the weight of time itself—as if she had been dreaming of this very moment for centuries.
Ren held her gently, his arms supporting her fragile frame.
“…Ren,” she whispered again, her voice hoarse and weak.
Her fingers trembled as they slowly reached up, touching his face as if making sure he was real. Warm. Solid. Alive.
A small, broken laugh left her lips.
“You’re crying.”
Ren exhaled shakily, but he didn’t move away. His grip on her tightened slightly. She was real. She was here.
“I thought… I thought I lost you forever,” he said, his voice raw with emotion.
Yuna blinked slowly. A few moments passed in silence before she smiled softly.
"You found me," she murmured. "Like you promised."
A warmth spread through Ren’s chest. A feeling he had long forgotten—one he thought was lost to time, buried beneath all his pain, rage, and loneliness.
For the first time in centuries… he felt whole.
But then—
A sudden presence snapped Ren out of his trance.
Seraphina stepped forward.
Her violet hair swayed as she watched the reunion with cold, unreadable eyes. But beneath her calm expression, something in her gaze darkened.
“…Is she really the one you’ve been waiting for?”
Ren turned his head slightly, his sharp golden eyes locking onto Seraphina.
The weight of his gaze was enough to make the air heavy, but Seraphina didn’t flinch. Instead, she took another step closer, her lips curling into a small smirk.
“You’ve conquered nations, crushed kings beneath your feet, and sent entire empires into chaos,” she said, her voice smooth. “But you’d risk all of that for her?”
Lilia, who had been standing in stunned silence, clenched her fists. She could feel it—the tension, the silent battle between Seraphina and Yuna before it even began.
And Yuna…
Despite her weakened state, she didn’t look away from Seraphina. She stared back—calm and unwavering.
A challenge unspoken.
And in that moment, Lilia realized—
This war will end soon. 
The moment tension crackled between them, the ruins began to tremble.
A deep, rumbling vibration echoed through the ancient walls, cracks spreading like veins across the stone. Dust rained down from above, and the once-solid ground beneath them began to shatter.
“Move!” Ren commanded.
Lilia barely had time to react before Seraphina grabbed her by the arm, dragging her away from the collapsing ruins. Ren, carrying Yuna in his arms, leapt through the falling debris with ease, his golden eyes glowing in the dim light.
The Elven King, who had remained silent in sheer fear, stumbled backward, watching in horror as the ancient structure crumbled behind them.
By the time the dust settled, the ruins were gone.
And yet—
The tension remained.
Now standing beneath the open night sky, Seraphina and Yuna faced each other. A silent battle.
Lilia stood between them, frozen, watching the two women with growing unease.
Seraphina—her violet hair flowing behind her like a queen's veil, her piercing blue eyes sharp and calculating.
Yuna—her white hair illuminated by the moon, her crimson eyes carrying an unreadable depth, yet unwavering.
Seraphina smirked first, crossing her arms.
“You’re not what I expected.”
Yuna tilted her head slightly. “And what did you expect?”
Seraphina chuckled. “Someone more… deserving of him.”
Lilia sucked in a sharp breath.
Yuna didn’t react.
She simply stared at Seraphina with a calmness that felt almost unnatural—as if she had already foreseen this conversation long ago.
Ren, standing a few steps away, watched them both silently.
For the first time in centuries… he let someone else decide how this would play out.
Yuna finally spoke.
"Do you love him?"
Seraphina’s smirk faltered.
She narrowed her eyes. “What kind of question is that?”
Yuna’s gaze remained steady. “A simple one.”
For a moment, the only sound was the gentle whisper of the wind.
Then—
Seraphina laughed softly, shaking her head.
“You’re bold,” she said. “I’ll give you that.”
Yuna smiled, but it wasn’t a sweet smile. It was knowing.
"I learned from the best."
Seraphina’s fingers twitched slightly. For the first time, she felt something unfamiliar creep into her chest.
Ren’s gaze flickered between them. He exhaled through his nose and turned away.
“Enough.”
His voice was calm. Unbothered.
But in truth—
He knew this was only the beginning of a war that had nothing to do with kingdoms or titles.
This was a battle over something far more dangerous.
His heart.
The wind was unnaturally still.
Ren’s golden eyes flickered, scanning the darkness beyond the ruined elven palace. His senses sharpened—something was wrong.
Then, in an instant—
Thousands of torches ignited the horizon.
The armies of the kingdoms had arrived.
A wave of black-armored soldiers, their weapons glinting under the moonlight, marched forward in perfect synchronization. At their center stood the strongest warriors, bearing the marks of their powerful titles.
Ren’s gaze narrowed.
They had been waiting. Watching. Planning.
He let out a quiet chuckle.
Foolish.
Before the enemy could advance, Ren raised a single hand, his voice smooth and cold.
“Kneel.”
A wave of invisible force crashed into the battlefield.
Dozens—no, hundreds—of soldiers collapsed onto their knees, their bodies trembling under the sheer weight of his command.
Their minds shattered.
Their souls bent.
But the stronger warriors resisted.
A massive warhorn sounded across the battlefield, and the remaining soldiers charged.
The war had begun.

Lilia was already moving.
Her hands trembled, but she forced herself to raise her voice—her title activating instantly.
"Hear me… Obey me!"
The melody in her voice sent waves of unseen power rippling through the air. Some soldiers stopped mid-charge, their faces blank, their minds caught in a trance. Others fell to their knees, hands over their ears, trying to resist.
But they couldn’t.
Their wills crumbled.
Lilia exhaled sharply, sweat forming on her brow.
And then—
A blade swung toward her throat.
She barely dodged, stumbling back as a warrior unaffected by her voice lunged at her.
A flash of violet.
Seraphina intercepted.
Her twin daggers glowed with eerie energy, slicing through the enemy soldier in a blur. His body fell before he even realized what had happened.
Seraphina flicked the blood off her blade, her blue eyes glinting.
“You’re too slow.”
Lilia swallowed but nodded, gripping her weapon tighter. This was war. No hesitation.

The Elven King, despite his age, moved like lightning.
His emerald blade danced, cutting through enemies with precise strikes. Each step was calculated, each motion elegant.
But he was surrounded.
A wave of soldiers rushed him, their weapons raised.
He closed his eyes.
And then—he whispered in Elven tongue.
The trees around them shuddered.
Roots burst from the ground, grabbing enemies by the legs, pulling them down. Vines lashed out like whips, slicing through armor, breaking bones.
“Nature protects its own.”
With a single step forward, the Elven King cut through five men in one strike.
But he knew—
This was only the beginning.

At the center of the battlefield, Ren stood untouched.
His dark aura swirled around him, like a silent storm ready to be unleashed.
And then, finally—
He moved.
His palm turned upward, and every fallen soldier under his influence rose again.
Their bodies broken. Their eyes lifeless.
His puppets.
They turned against their former comrades, their swords cutting into flesh.
The enemy forces hesitated.
Fear spread like wildfire.
Ren's lips curled.
“Pathetic.”
A warrior tried to sneak behind him—but Ren caught the man’s wrist without even turning.
A single squeeze.
Bones shattered.
The man screamed, but Ren simply threw him aside, his golden eyes glowing with amusement.
The strongest warriors of the kingdom finally stepped forward.
The last true obstacle.
They surrounded him.
Each one radiated terrifying power, their titles shining like auras around them.
Ren smiled.
“Show me what you have.”
The final battle had begun.
Clash. Slash. Screams.
The battlefield trembled under the weight of a war that could reshape the world.
Ren stood at the center, his figure unshaken, unstoppable.
The strongest warriors of the kingdom surrounded him, their titles shining like celestial brands, marking them as legends of their era.
But Ren?
He was something beyond legend.
A soldier lunged, sword aiming for Ren’s throat—
Ren caught the blade with his bare hand.
Metal screeched against his grip, sparks flying. With a flick of his wrist, he shattered the sword into pieces, sending the warrior tumbling back.
Another came from behind—Ren dodged effortlessly, his movements sharp, calculated. He drove his knee into the soldier’s ribs, sending them crashing into their own allies.
Yet despite his power, Ren’s mind was focused on one thing.
Yuna.
She stood behind him, her body weak, struggling to remain conscious. The crystalline seal had drained her strength, leaving her vulnerable.
Ren clenched his teeth.
“Just a little longer.”
Then, he felt it.
A shift in the air.
His instincts screamed.
He turned—
A soldier was behind Yuna.
Blade raised.
Moving too fast.
Ren’s body reacted before his mind could.
He stepped between them.
The blade sank deep into his side.
A sharp pain shot through his body.
But he did not flinch.
His golden eyes met Yuna’s wide, horrified red ones.
She reached for him. “Ren—”
Blood dripped onto the ground.
But Ren only smirked.
“You’re crying already?” he teased, voice steady despite the pain.
The soldier tried to pull the blade out—
Ren grabbed his wrist.
A crunch.
The soldier’s arm bent in an unnatural direction. A scream echoed—cut short as Ren snapped his neck with a flick of his fingers.
Yuna stood frozen, shock and fear overtaking her.
Then—
The moonlight shifted.
Something changed.
The silver glow of the full moon grew colder, sharper.
The battlefield fell silent.
Ren’s body trembled—not from pain, but from the force erupting from Yuna.
Her red eyes darkened.
Her delicate frame stood still, yet a presence unlike anything before spread across the battlefield.
Soldiers who had been fighting moments ago froze in place.
Their breathing grew heavy.
Their hands trembled.
Then—one by one—
They fell.
No wounds. No attacks.
Simply… dropped lifelessly to the ground.
The strongest warriors looked around, eyes widening in horror as their own bodies grew heavier.
It was the moonlight.
A silent, unseen force.
A deadly curse.
It crawled across the battlefield, suffocating everyone except Ren.
Yuna’s lips parted.
Her voice was soft. Dangerous.
“You dare wound him?”
The sky darkened further, the moon glowing an unnatural blue.
A single step forward.
Every soldier still standing collapsed instantly.
The war was ending.
And Yuna…
Was just beginning.
The battlefield was silent.
No screams. No clashing of steel.
Just the cold light of the moon and the bodies of thousands.
Ren lay on the blood-soaked ground, his golden eyes losing their fire.
Yuna held him in her arms, cradling him like something fragile—something that should never break.
Yet here he was.
A king.
An immortal being.
Dying.
His breaths were shallow. His once unshakable presence was fading. His black coat was soaked with his own blood.
And yet—
He smiled.
His trembling hand reached up, brushing against Yuna’s cheek.
“You’re crying again,” he whispered, voice weak but teasing, like he always did.
Yuna gripped his hand tightly, her red eyes blurred with tears.
“I just got you back,” she choked. “Why… Why is this happening?”
Ren exhaled softly.
“Because even kings… aren’t free from fate.”
Her hands shook.
Her lips trembled.
She hated this.
She hated how calm he was. How he could still smile at her when he was slipping away.
“Don’t leave me,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “Not again.”
Ren stared at her, his golden eyes soft.
He had fought for centuries.
Burned kingdoms.Killed kings.Shaped legends.
All to find her again.
And now…
Now she was here.
But it was too late.
“Yuna…” he murmured. “You once asked me… if I was a king.”
She nodded frantically, gripping his coat. “And I said you should rule the kingdom, remember?”
Ren chuckled weakly. “I remember.” His breathing was growing weaker. “You always wanted to see me as a king.”
Her body trembled. “Then stay. Stay and rule like you were meant to.”
His smile softened.
“I don’t need a kingdom,” he whispered. “I only needed you.”
Yuna’s heart shattered.
A sob tore from her throat as she held him tighter, as if her touch alone could keep him here.
But fate was cruel.
And Ren was dying.
Her red eyes darkened with something dangerous.
A cold, deadly resolve.
She looked down at the sword still lodged in Ren’s side.
The same blade that stole him from her.
Slowly, she reached for the hilt.
Ren noticed instantly. His weak fingers grabbed her wrist.
“Yuna—”
Too late.
With a sharp breath—
She stabbed herself.
The same sword. The same wound.
She gasped as pain shot through her body, but her grip never loosened.
Ren’s eyes widened in horror.
“What have you done?”
She smiled through the pain, resting her forehead against his.
“If you’re leaving…” she whispered, her breath shaky.
“Then I’ll follow.”
The wind grew still.
The moon shone cold.
And the two who had been bound by fate…
Would not be separated again.

The battlefield had grown silent.
Not a single breath.
Not a single movement.
Everyone stood frozen, watching as two figures lay together beneath the moonlit sky.
Ren and Yuna.
Their hands intertwined, their faces peaceful, their final smiles lingering even in death.
Seraphina stood motionless, her cold and unwavering loyalty crumbling at the sight before her.
She had never once questioned Ren. Never doubted his strength. He was supposed to be eternal.
Yet here he was.
Gone.
Her fists trembled. A sharp pain twisted in her chest, something foreign—something she had never felt before.
“Ren…” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Lilia, standing beside her, was silent. Her entire body was shaking, but no words came.
She never thought she would feel this way for someone she once feared.
Ren had been a legend. A monster. A king without a throne.
Yet, in his final moments… he was just a man.
A man who found the one person he had spent his life searching for—only to lose her again.
And Yuna…
She had smiled until the very end.
Tears fell silently as Seraphina and Lilia knelt beside them, feeling the unbearable weight of their loss.
The battle was over.
The war was meaningless now.
All that remained was a love that even death could not separate.
Days Later 
Ren and Yuna were buried together.
At the same place where they first fell for each other.
The grave was simple. No grand statues, no royal markings—just the quiet whisper of the wind and the moonlight watching over them.
Seraphina and Lilia stood before their graves, the weight in their hearts heavier than ever.
There were no words to be said.
Nothing could undo this.
But as the night stretched on and the world grew quiet, a faint presence stirred.
Beneath the glowing silver moon, two figures appeared.
A man and a woman.
Their hands intertwined. Their laughter soft.
Dancing.
Just as they once did.
Just as they always would.
Even in death.
End.

Thanks for reading my short story.