De Ja Vu.
The feeling that you've been here before.
De Ja Vu
To stand in a place you've never been, but to somehow know the feel of its moonlight on your skin... to somehow know the shimmer of its white and gold flowers by your feet.
Han had never been here before, yet... he had.
He stood in that flower field, that place where he had lost Chul, the battlefield where he had first bested a god. Yet it wasn't that field, because this one was not theirs.
This place was his.
He knew this because they did not — could not — watch him here... there were no stars.
"Han Kim," a voice whispered from behind him, soft as rain.
He knew that voice.
"Beelaques," he grunted.
And there she was, a woman of gold, skin so soft and pale it seemed carved from moonlight. A goddess, with limbs so slender he wondered whether flesh and muscle truly coiled her bones. A beauty he had only seen once before... and yet he knew that was a lie.
He had never seen her before, for this wasn't Beelaques.
