Forest

Leeteuk knew that assuming he would find his way back completely to the light would be arrogant, and perhaps even foolish. Even just looking at the mirrorblade's color reflects how clouded his spirit had become.

He could not remember how he could possibly see the world as simply black and white anymore. He had bled and been ground into the dirt. Just because you are standing at the end doesn't mean there were not losses during the war.

Depth was a side effect of pain. He was both weighed down by it and set free.

Leeteuk smiled. Happiness was coming once again, if only in the fact that he was becoming whole. He could feel his strength returning to his fingers, his will flowing back into heart.

A force of good. Truly. It doesn't matter if it was enough, he would be content with it. Let the humans barter with the value of a lifetime. He was tied to the efforts of changing one moment at a time.

Leeteuk closed his eyes and reminded himself why he was doing all this. Everything in the universe had its reason for being, and so did he. He knew what was important to him and he would hold steady.

Just because everything might not work out didn't matter. He would play his part and walk away if it came to that.

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The swaying of the trees was hypnotic. The middle of the afternoon and the sun was threatening to abandon them once more. As the light shone through the gaps in the foliage Leeteuk felt at once at the center of all things and part of none. How he enjoyed the serenity here. He would say this was his favorite place, but he wasn't fond of labels. It is as it had always been, somewhere that he could come and just be.

As Leeteuk sat down Glimmer rustled under him, bumping against the rocks under the grass. The sword's surface rippling slowly like the stream just a few strides away, like it was alive and belonged here in nature's embrace. Leeteuk held it up to inspect its surface, looking at it like the old friend it was.

Glimmer responded to the attention, changing its hue slightly and the ripples in the metal's surface following his finger as he ran it down the blade.

It was sill so dark, he thought to himself. Hell had been left, but it held its sway on his spirit. The devastation, the horrors...Glimmer reflected his spirit in its color and nature, now looking at it he was reminded that leaving Hell wasn't as easy as walking out of it.

He put away the mirrorblade and swallowed hard. This was the part he hated most. Finding his clarity after the trials of the darkness.