Achieving For The Greater Good

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If you're interested in taking this idea for yourself please message me and we can work out the details. If I get ten votes on this post then I will attempt to retouch this idea. After reading it, however, I'm not sure what it's about or what I would do with it but as I said if I get ten votes then I'll attempt something. -DJ

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Wind swirled a round him. His death would come soon. The pressure. A gasp left his lips. Eyes squeezed shut. He couldn't tell if he was ready to embrace the sacrifice. The wind began to take shape and spiraled tip first at his heart.

"Viritnx Novido Morique." The words left him with his last breathe. No thought compounded itself as he became engulfed with the wind. His skin cut to pieces and then no more.

Leopoldo sighed. Dropping to his knees he dared not to speak until the right moment. Her hands converted half her face as if surprised that he would go this far. He had to. Now that his best friend was gone.

Clasping his hands together, Leopoldo met her eyes. "Life giving." Leopoldo started.

Breaking into a sob she shook her head. "No!" She exclaimed knowing exactly what he was trying to do.

Leopoldo's Spanish wasn't very good but he did what he could. "El libro. Por favor."

The book was everything. Toranto knew what to do from here. He couldn't succeed. Not that Leopoldo could do any better but he was the only other candidate. Running back inside, she quickly made her way back to the door and held the book in her arms. Leopoldo proceeded to stay on his knees.

"Lo mejor de la suerte." She said giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Leopoldo nodded. "Gracias."

The book felt thin in his hands. He knew it contained to so much information but he couldn't seem to feel how thick it was. He never knew Toranto's girl's name and he was even more surprised that he even had a legitament conversation with her. He smirked as he typed in her last statement on google translate.

"Best of Luck."

He assumed what she had said was for the best because he couldn't imagine her cursing him before the big event. Toranto was gone now. She was mourning. It was all he could really do for her-and himself.

Life giving. Love never ending. Promises not for mending. Trust for the reality. Of something more. Something great. Giving to the living and life will be great.

Toranto was always saying that. In fact, they were written on the back of the hardback front page. If his girlfriend knew anything in English it'd be that. Leopoldo frowned as he realized what lack of language he really knew. There was Latin. But where would he need Latin?

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March 3, 2013

Originally posted in Clockwork Journal I