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TMLXC Sacrifices

- only have one chance. Ling
not need to hear it twice. In fact, while the lieutenant spoke, activated a small hand grenade and threw it against the nearest manhole, by blowing up the heavy metal lid. And his last words were lost in the wind when, taking advantage of the woman swerved, the car jumped up and slipped cleanly through the hole leading to the ground, landing swiftly on the wet stone floor .

clicked his tongue in disgust when she noticed that her eyes were resented by the sudden change of light. It would take a while to get used to the darkness, but she ran anyway as she blinked furiously. There was no time to lose. Until the last second was precious in those circumstances. And the view was not an essential sense to find it.
Before leaving after Gluttony, Lan had told a fan that moved to the east, because he would pick it up from there. He was sure that his state would have been unable to travel a great distance since their split, so that room & amp; iacute; has made a rapid estimate taking into account the place where the left and the route he had taken the Lieutenant Hawkeye. And now running in a westerly direction with the hope of getting to meet and intercept. Provided that road really lead to the west. And if and when Lan Fan could have to maintain enough clarity as to orient properly and not get lost in that damned filthy labyrinth. Ling

his teeth at the thought and had to make a superhuman effort to swallow the urge to call out his name until he heard his response. I could not afford to lose concentration & aacute; against a wall. Then she heard his voice barely a whisper. He smelled blood. And his heart leapt in his chest when he saw his shadow looming on a crossing nearby, his face white in the gloom. The pulse is accelerated in the event. He straightened, the channel jumped back and ran to her with all his might, quickening his step until his muscles screamed in pain. I felt frightened rats flee its path. I could feel the dirt wrapping it all, overwhelming the environment. And he thought of his flesh open, become infected. Left arm. So close to the heart ... so close ...

- Lan Fan! She reached out to Ely healthy Ling grabbed the fly without stopping corrosive, astride the back. - Hold on tight! She cried, pressing, twisting the arm of the girl in the neck while she wrapped around the waist with legs to hold everything to him. Get out of here!

- Hai ...

heard her heave a sigh of relief and felt his face falling into hangsLXC -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

When they were little, you sometimes Lan Fan Ling called

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had barely a few months old and were together since before either had use of reason. I could not remember the exact moment that he had known or had made their appearance when in your life. Perhaps it had always been there from the beginning, more present than his own mother or grandfather, and of course much more present than his brothers, who more than

family could only ; to consider

enemies. AUltimately, Ling had grown with his elite guard, living with them, growing with them. The heir to the throne of Xing not only needed a flawless military preparedness to defend itself independently on the battlefield, but also constant protection against attacks by the other princes. Yao clan had wrapped from the outset as the most precious flower, because he represented all his hopes. And for Ling, those bodyguards who accompanied him Diaye night had always been her real family.

not remember when they had cclass international, but of course he was sure that Lan Fan appeared in all his memories, even in the oldest, those little flashes of light, just a few seconds, you bring very vivid images to mind but you can not relate to anything specific. A laugh, a conversation, a game. He liked to remember those things, back to hear her say his name with that natural innocence of young children own, oblivious to the titles and protocol. He liked to feel that he was a prince of porcelain impersonal, brought the world to worship no other. He had played with their peers around the gardens, room &; Iacute; to them relentlessly trained under the tutelage of Fuu to become a great warrior who was expected to be ... I had felt the warmth of its people, which queríay protected above all else.

A king is not a doll sitting alone on his throne, on top of a platform. A king is

his people. The strength of a king is the strength of his subjects. The concerns of a king are the concerns of its people. A king not only commands, it also serves, it also protects. They also laugh, fight, suffer, cry, bleed, like its people. Lives for their people. And, if there is nobody to serve or protect, noking.

Perhaps this idea had been slowly forming in his heart over the years, the heat that offered the clan. The heat of Lan Fan, who accompanied him everywhere. The heat from Fuu, who was his mentor. The heat of so many others who shared life with him, willing to sacrifice to protect him. If the clan it was all for it, Ling was very clear that he would give everything for the clan.

not remember the exact moment in which he had begun to think that way ... but clearly remembered the face when he finally compart Lan Fandopt the honorific "waka

" who used worldwide. They had grown a lot and someone told the girl to be too familiar with the prince was a lack of respect. At last, after all, neither forget what was needed instead. Ling was finally exalted to the position which had been reserved since birth, marking the differences with any other member of the clan and assuming the role of inheritance as well he had learned in their first years of life . Y Lan Fan went on to become a shadow without a face, always a step behind, protecting your back.

But ... that did not change anything.

was natural. Fan Lan's family had served as bodyguard to the Yao clan leaders for generations. Had the highest ranking positions among his warriors and led the elite corps and intelligence. From birth were trained to become shadows of their masters, always with their faces hidden behind masks to keep their identity secret and that the enemies could not recognize them beyond the battlefield. Any fall or stumble direct impact on the safety of their wards, which they were Respong was used to never see one without the other, because they were unay meat. Mutually supportive with a friend more than palpable. Even had developed a secret language known only two of them to communicate in the emperor's court, which often resembled dough into a snake pit than anything else. Fuu

also was once the personal bodyguard of his grandfather, the old clan leader Yao. Together they had fought and survived the war before sucesióny still meeting to discuss issues including the clan, make decisions and strategiesas to follow. In addition, the old Fuu had confided to his grandson, the heir to the throne of the emperor, to be his mentor and protect their education. And Ling were included all the hopes of Yao.

... There are very few really understand what he might unite a man and his shadow

. Among them, the line separating the slave master was so diffuse that often reduced to mere honorific. So it did not matter how he actually called Lan Fan. When exchanged glances, they both knew very well what was really there. Nor need words paor could be compared to any other, and Ling could not trust anybody more than I hoped Lan Fan.

With it being a críoy had played with her trained now, and joked and teased him reíay Until she momentarily forgot her composure and yelled at and scolded him and he escaped again call

Ling. Also shared her concerns, responsibilities and projects. No one knew their thoughts better than Lan Fan, who always listened very carefully each time they talked about something serious. And I was sure, do what he did, nadEmperor is torn apart. It was as if the wind direction changed. The princes began to mobilize more virulent than ever. And the worst part of being the twelfth son of the Emperor is that in front of Ling had 11 children older more experienced and less intention of wasting time.

The first time one of his elite guards before he died to protect you from attack organized by one of his older brothers did not ever erase from his memory. Never forget the hot blood, nor life leaving the body of the boy just older than him, in that room &; Iacute; the servant, with whom he had grown up. Never forget his face or his name. Because I had never wanted to think about death, but explode when least expected war and he had to be able to look at her without hesitation. Like the old memories of childhood soft smile Lan Fan brought him to mind the warmth and affection of the people they sought the throne, the empty eyes of you remember the fight Bao and sacrifices of the way ... to ensure that something was not repeated.

That was not the first attack they suffered. But eor thought, Lan Fan, who had stayed with him throughout the ceremony just as hard to him, rested his hand gently on his shoulder and whispered in his ear:

- Waka should not feel guilty. We have been trained to protect. This is our only mission. Bao will be happy to be able to save him. Has crossed to the other life full of pride and satisfaction.

Ling did not answer, his gaze fixed on the ground. had never wanted to think about death ... maybe because it was too obvious qpeople who loved and to become emperor. In an emperor who protect the life and death do not preach. An emperor because it was just ... just end this way.

did not speak again all day, while Lan Fan constantly watched him with silent insistence, asking without words what was going through her head. I could not get rid of that overwhelming desire that heart sank. I could not get rid of fear. And finally, when night fell, he escaped over the rooftops, running under the stars with a distraught Lan Fan and shouting at his heels to go back inside, that erto too dangerous. But I needed to think, to fill their lungs with fresh air that desembotara the brain. I needed to escape from prying eyes and words of comfort. Until I got tired of running and fell on the tiles, sitting Indian style with his head sunk between the shoulders with an air shot.

- should not be here! Fan-Lan scolded the catch, standing at his side like a stake. Another attack could occur at any time ...!

- Lan Fan ... I want to be the Emperor of Xing.

Among them was made on whethera-. The long reigns are usually peaceful. Why peace can not last forever? Why should a war break out every time he comes to the succession? -Turned to look away, the city paseándola that extendíaa his feet. I want to build a kingdom based on the life and not death. To create, not destroy. Only then ... only then we can all live in peace once.

- Maybe it's a very long process to carry it out in one lifetime.

Ling looked up at the stars. Always a night skyand reminded him of immortality.

- Lan Fan, am I a bad person for wanting absolute power? I could not think of anything all day.

She seemed surprised by the comment, his eyes widening slightly. Gave the impression of not knowing what to say. And Ling hugged one of his legs, leaning his forehead on his knee.

- I think ... if I had more power, all

power ...

- Waka

, no one deserves absolute power over you, "she interrupted vehemently Lan Fan -. You swas the new Emperor of Xing. I know.

Ling laughed.

- expect a lot from me! Too, I'd say ...

- not true! She protested, blushing profusely. The guild needs, but also Xing! They need a leader like you, an emperor with a vision to save our nation and guide it to know a prosperous and peaceful. You're the only one who can do it!

- Mother, Lan Fan! I quea Sometimes you're even more naive than me ...

- S-wrong! "She blushed even more. Waka

should be aware of the value of true. It is a gift that you can see things her brothers did not see, you can look beyond and be able to recognize the real problems faced by Xing. You do not realize, but we are all willing to die for you, we are proud to represent the clan Yao! If you want power, just fight for it. Do not give up and do not hesitate, even if they fall our partners. Run faster than anyone else and do not look atr_-_-

never forget the warm blood running away ... Life in every breath ...

That was wrong. Lan Fan should not evoke death, but the good memories of his childhood shared the affection of the only family he had known, all I wanted to protect the strength to keep fighting ... She should accompany him to the throne and follow her forever. Should remain together.

die together ... Lt. driving so fast that the car was constant lurches to and fro. Gluttony is remov & iacutee; to in the back seat, growling in frustration. But Ling could not pay attention either. It was a ball in the passenger seat, with Lan Fan in his lap, wrapping her in his arms. His left hand pressed so hard the stump of his companion's shoulder began to feel stiff fingers, soaked in blood. She was panting with his face hidden in the crook of his neck, gasping for breath, and he was shaking all over by the tensióny impatience. Faster

thought nonstop.

Faster, please. faster.

CHTML

- Ling ... do not be afraid ... the sacrifices ...

- Your life is not an acceptable sacrifice! "Interrupted forcefully. I'll be waiting. Fight ... please ...

and also sank his neck, taking refuge in her hair and shoulder bloodied. The smell of blood was too strong and his body was getting cold, her face was burning with fever all the time. Soon faint. But his heart was still beating, strong. She was very strong. And that was not the end. Not allow it. A