1435 had a cold winter, which was almost frozen Impurio's soul. Until he saw her, something started burning, and he knew that she was the only one he will love for his rest and entire life. He named her Credenta.
Credenta was standing in the front of the alter, her gentle and soft eyes were watching all the human beings underneath her. She was watching him as peaceful as watching other, but he knew that he was the one being loved. After that day, he came here and watched her twice. Each time, their eyes crashed into each others heart, and both of theirs were as stable as the earth. He had never felt that kind of peace before.
Her quietness was like drugs caught him, he was totally addictive. If he was a piece of iron, she must be magnet; if she is the fire he must be the moth. This love did not like magic at all, this love is like what things should be.
Finally, one day he felt that he could not stand by any more; he wanted more. The silence sparks between them wanted the liberation, almost burnt and hurt him, so he would rescue her out, out of that gloomy noble ancient cave. Latter, he took her out. Now he could look at her whenever he wanted. Though he felt guilty and did not know where this guilty came from. He keeled under her feet, begged for the thing that he would never find out and he would never get.
All that did not matter, they were together.
The sweet days finished until the guardians found them. They killed the man, and took their scared statues back to the alter.
Though when he lift, he still loved she.
That love should be hidden, should be vanished.
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