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Sagev, a powerful mage with a sharp mind and even sharper spells, had never been one to give much thought to love. Her world revolved around magic, potions, and incantations. But everything changed when she met Yorllik, a warrior who, while he was almost there in terms of being buff, had an undeniable charm. He wasn't the towering hulk one might imagine when thinking of a warrior, but rather a guy who gave it his all with a sword that was much too large for him. His muscles were? well, developing, but only one arm looked like it belonged to an actual warrior. The other? Still working on it.Their first encounter was in a training field where Yorllik was swinging his sword with all the grace of a tree caught in a windstorm. Sagev watched for a moment, her arms crossed, before asking with a smirk, ?Is that... how you swing a sword?? Yorllik, panting and covered in sweat, didn't skip a beat. ?Well, yeah! Its a work in progress,? he said, flexing a bicep that was, admittedly, on its way to being impressive. ?You dont get buff overnight,? he added with pride. Sagev chuckled. "You're almost there," she said, amused by his undeterred confidence.Despite the obvious gaps in his combat skills and muscle mass, Sagev found herself spending more time with him. Yorllik would show up at her tower, eager to help with whatever she was working on, though his idea of "help" usually involved attempting to chop firewood with his sword and getting it stuck in the ground. He might not have been the sharpest sword in the sheath, but he was endlessly optimistic. ?I'll be here,? hed say, after each little disaster, as though his presence alone was some kind of magical gift.As the days passed, Sagev couldn't deny the warmth she felt for the bumbling, yet lovable warrior. He would always say the same thing, no matter what happened: ?I'll be here.? It wasnt romantic in the grand, poetic sense, but there was something comforting in his simple declaration. While Sagev wielded magic with ease, Yorllik wielded the power of persistence. He may not have been the strongest warrior or the most graceful fighter, but he was always there, ready to stand by her side.One evening, after yet another failed training session, Yorllik plopped down beside Sagev, exhausted but still wearing that determined grin. "I'll be here," he said, with the same earnestness he always had. Sagev looked at him, feeling something stir in her heart. He wasn?t perfect, but he was exactly what she needed. "And that's enough," she said, smiling. And from that day on, the mage and the warrior?one strong in magic, the other strong in presence?continued their adventures together, with Yorllik's simple promise echoing in the air: "I'll be here." And it was all they ever needed.
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