And another randomly genarated story

True Love by Fate

It was a dark and stormy night. An unnatural haze lingered over Blogland. In his bed, Lea Strong shivered. For a summer night, the air was cold and the sky was black. It was almost as if something evil lurked out there in the shadows.

Lea Strong rolled over, clutching his pillow, and tried to fall back asleep. But a worry nagged in the back of his mind. Something was not right. No matter how he tried, some ghostly force prevented him from sleeping. It made him uneasy. With a sigh, he rolled out of bed, pulled on his Hat, and poured himself a cup of water from the pitcher on his nightstand. Quietly, he left his room.

The halls were silent as he walked in the dark. He did not know where he was going, or why, but his body seemed to move on its own accord. He was being drawn by an unseen power. Past his father's bedroom, past the dining hall, past the kitchen, and out onto the terrace. With the moon hidden behind thick clouds, it was nearly impossible to see in the inky black night. But something lying on the path to Lea Strong's right made him gasp in shock. A body! 

'wow!' Lea Strong shouted. He leapt over the terrace railing and onto the ground below, running toward the fallen form as fast as he could. Tree branches scratched at his skin and pulled at his clothes, but he paid them no mind. Heart pounding, he fell to his knees on the pathway and placed a gentle hand on the figure's chest.

Now that he was closer, he could see that this was a young Teleporter of Blogland, a Detective by the looks of her, who appeared to be no more than 20 years old. But she was in dire need of help. Her clothes were torn and bloody, and her hair was matted with dirt. She needed the attention of a healer, immediately. Without a second thought, Lea Strong picked up the wounded Detective and, cradling her in his arms, carried her inside to seek the help that was so desperately needed.

***** 

'His situation is severe,' Dan Strong said in a worried voice. 'Whether or not she will live until morning is beyond my sight. My team of healers will do the best they can, but...' his voice trailed off. 

Lea Strong could sense his fear. There was a good chance the young Teleporter might die. 'Is there anything I can do to help?' he asked. 

Dan Strong sadly shook his head. 'Nothing the healers are not already trying. But it might help if you just sat with her. She will need to see a friendly face when she wakes up from this ordeal, and you are the closest thing she has right now.' 

'I understand,' said Lea Strong. 'And I will stay with her for as long as it takes. I will not let her die.' 

With that, Lea Strong turned and hurried to the room where the wounded Detective was being housed. She was surrounded by healers, all of whom wore the same concerned expression. They had washed her body and dressed her wounds with healing salve, but still the Teleporter showed no signs of improvement. Her breathing was shallow, and her pulse was weak. One of the healers turned to Lea Strong with a defeated sigh. 

'It will be an uphill battle,' she said. 'We have done all we can at this time. Now, we can only wait and see if she wakes.' 

Lea Strong nodded resolutely. 'I will stay with her through the night and keep watch as she sleeps.' 

One by one, the healers left the bedside, the last one closing the door behind her. In the flickering candle light, Lea Strong dipped a square of cloth in the bowl of warm water left by the healers, and gently used it to stroke the injured Teleporter's leg. Then, taking up the Detective's limp hand, he settled into his bedside chair and prepared to wait through the remainder of the long, cold night. 

***** 

'Where... where am I?' 

Lea Strong jerked awake with a start when he heard the words being spoken. He stared down at his patient, an immense wave of relief coursing through his body. The Teleporter was alive! And from the looks of things, she was on his way to making a full recovery. 

'You are in Blogland,' Lea Strong told him. 'I found you last night, lying unconscious and nearly dead on a path coming from the forest. I carried you inside, and my father's healers tended to your wounds. Please, tell me your name and how you came to be here.' 

'My name is Snow Stormberg,' said the Teleporter. 'I come from Blogland. I was on an errand from my father, to deliver an important message to Fabi in Iceland. But last night... All I remember is that I was riding through the forest when suddenly I was attacked by a group of Iguana . At least 8 surrounded me. I tried to escape, but there were so many, and I had only my Sword for protection. And that is the last thing I recall. I do not know how I came to be here, or why I am not dead.' 

Lea Strong smiled at her. 'The stars must shine favourably on you. To live through such an ordeal... that is more than mere luck.' It was more than luck, too, that Snow Stormberg had wound up in Blogland and Lea Strong had found her. Now that they two were together, it felt almost like fate had lent a hand. Snow Stormberg was meant to be here, and Lea Strong was meant to have found her. Why, Lea Strong did not know. But it felt so certain. 

It also did not hurt that Snow Stormberg was one of the most beautiful individuals Lea Strong had ever seen. Her sleek purple hair contrasted with large, dark blue eyes set in a lovely face. And her sculpted body, half-hidden by the bed linens, was a further attraction. Lea Strong could hardly suppress his desire to run his hands over that soft hair and perfect body. But he kept his feelings under control. Snow Stormberg had just barely survived a nearly fatal encounter. Now was not the time for romance. 

***** 

Within three days, Snow Stormberg had improved enough to leave her bed. Dan Strong gave her a new set of clothes, and he was able to wander the corridors and gardens by herself. But the one thing that troubled her was Lea Strong's absence. Since the morning when she'd first awoken in Blogland, she had not seen Lea Strong at all. It was as if her rescuer had simply disappeared. She had asked Dan Strong where his son could be, but Dan Strong had no answer. Lea Strong was gone without a trace. 

Snow Stormberg desired to speak with Lea Strong again, and properly thank him for saving her life. But she also just wanted to see the handsome Chameleon once more. She could not explain it, but she felt a deep connection to Lea Strong, either forged by the lifesaving bond or some other power. She knew that Lea Strong was someone special. Someone she had to see again. 

It wasn't until the sixth day after Snow Stormberg had recovered that Lea Strong returned to Blogland. He rode up the same path where Snow Stormberg had been found, dragging a net filled with the heads of Iguana behind him. All 8 of them. 

'Here are your Iguana !' he called to Snow Stormberg. 'I found them hiding out in a cave not far from here.' 

Snow Stormberg stared in surprise, eyes going wide. 'You killed... all of them by yourself?' 

'I cannot let such dangerous creatures roam free in our lands,' Lea Strong replied. 'And I did it for you. They nearly killed you. I do not want anything like that to happen again.' 

Snow Stormberg could feel her heart pounding as Lea Strong spoke. Lea Strong killed those Iguana ... for her. Before she could stop himself, she leapt at Lea Strong and threw her arms around his neck, kissing the brave Chameleon on the cheek. 

Lea Strong laughed in surprise, but did not pull away. 'What was that for?' 

'Just a thank you,' Snow Stormberg said. She smiled, but when she saw the suddenly serious look in Lea Strong's eyes, the smile faded. 'What is wrong?' she asked, worried. 

'Snow Stormberg,' said Lea Strong, 'I have to confess something to you. That first morning you were here... I thought you were so beautiful. I wanted to kiss you then, but I did not know how you would react. 

Snow Stormberg gasped in shock. 'Kiss... me?' 

'I told myself I must not, because of the terrible ordeal you had just suffered. It was not the right time. But these past few days while I was gone, I could think only of you the entire time. And now...' 

'Lea Strong...' Snow Stormberg sighed his name. 'I thought about you too. All the time, while you were gone. I was worried I would never see you again.' 

Lea Strong lifted his hand to gently stroke Snow Stormberg on the cheek. 'I am sorry I ran off like that. I should have said something to you.' 

Taking a deep breath, Snow Stormberg said, 'Lea Strong, there is something I have been considering over the past several days. I think we were meant to find each other. What happened to me... it was no accident of fate. I was meant to come here. You were meant to rescue me.' 

A bright smile broke across Lea Strong's face as soon as Snow Stormberg had spoken. 'You know,' he said, 'I had been thinking the same thing! That night when I found you I had been worried an unable to think. Some strange power led me out to the terrace, and that was when I saw you.' 

Snow Stormberg took Lea Strong's hand. 'So you think... we are meant to be together?' 

'I have no doubt of it.' Slowly, Lea Strong leaned in and kissed Snow Stormberg softly on the lips. 'I love you,' he whispered. 

'I love you too, Lea Strong,' Snow Stormberg whispered in return. 

THE END!