He was a warrior. He wasn't the strongest warrior, he wasn't the smartest, the richest. But he was always there for her, he always knew what to do. He was her hero, she was a clutz. But they loved each other. One day, he dissappeared. She was sad, she was scared. It was then she began running away. When he came back, she wasn't his muse anymore. She was always trying to please others, before herself. And so, they parted. For months, years, they did not speak to each other. They grew, matured, lived, learned. When she came back to him, he revealed that for a warrior, his blade is his life.
And back then, she was his blade.