Aldrea and Dak, Part Two

So I'm finally ready to write Part Two.

What does it feel like, to hear the one you love make a promise to you that they will stand by you no matter what, and then to see them break it? What does it feel like, not to be able to trust the person you love?

Dak and Aldrea know. They have their own personal desires for themselves; they each have a vision of where they want to be at a point in their lives. Of what they want their surroundings to look like. Of the kind of people they want to be. Then they find each other, and they cannot tell why life has brought them together, although they each feel like they cannot do without the other in their lives. They see that they care for each other, and also that they don't get along and are very different. Also, that they cannot understand or stand each others' motivations sometimes.

And yet, amidst all the mutual disconcertment, irritation, puzzlement and distrust, there is undying love (though neither can tell why the hell it is undying). This love tears apart, as well as heals. It draws apart, yet attracts. It stings the brain raw, but covers the heart in a warm blanket.

And in an epiphanic moment, they realize that all that is real is their love, and that everything else they can calmly, and even happily, allow to go to hell. But all purity of thought and heart comes at a great price. And so it was, that Aldrea had to be trapped in the morph of a Hork-Bajir, and give up the Andalite identity she so dearly loved, and would once have chosen over Dak. Dak had to see his brothers be murdered and do the murdering, change the fate of the Hork-Bajir forever, and in a sense also lose the Hork-Bajir identity which he so fiercely loved.

In the centre of the whirling tornado of death, violence and hopelessness, they found love. They found it, because when life gave them the opportunity to choose themselves or the other, they chose the other.

I know I'm getting a little carried away with this. =] But Aldrea and Dak really were heroes, and their story deserves to be told with fanfare, due respect, and a big microphone. Hence all the high-flown dramatica. =] But, to be very sincere... Thanks Aldrea, Dak. I want to be like you someday.

PS: I would have loved to type in (even excruciatingly long) quotes from the book, but unfortunately I had to return it to the library.