Pain

Ermac silently looked at how Jeifara binds up wounded arm. Spellbound by her humility, closely examined her face and Jeifara, feeling the eyes of embarrassment often gaze lowers. He liked to feel the touch of her delicate hands, he never felt concern, no one admitted to yourself so close, defeat and victory always reliving them alone, often ignored, wounds from what became crippled body shell, and was scarred. Ermac saw that Jeifara sad, he knew that because of him, but did not understand why she is afraid of losing him, why she cares for him, listening, respect his every decision and follows him, no matter what.At this point, he also began to feel something unexplainable. An incredible feeling, Master of souls had suspected that falls to unconsciousness. Endless massacres and correct service, began to seem meaningless, he first thought about himself and what he wants for himself. Feelings were Ermac, holding your fingers on a luxurious hair beauties, even through gloves felt their silkiness and perfection, and from these actions covered instantly Jeifara cheeks ruddy. A magical creation, one of the best assassins of the Emperor, a receptacle for shower-whoever he was, first and foremost, he was a man, composed of flesh and blood, but the splendid external data and a pleasant nature was not enough to make it uneven breathing, feel what has previously been alien to awaken his heart. The reason was entirely different.On his way, he often met the beautiful girls, warrior with light showers, but none can compare with the beauty of Jeifara, with her soul, this immaculate, such bright and clean.