For Elvra the promise 'for better, for worse, in sickness and in health'<br/>meant not only something abstract idea but it was her life. Each and every day. As the man she married already was a very important person in the City's life even in that time, years ago. He was the one who had to organise the defence system and who was responsible for the safety of all these people. She was working as the leader of a medical team and was not affraid to travel through battlefields and destructed areas to save what remained. That was how they met each other.<br/><br/>The strong and firm, yet very soulful young woman caught his attention very soon and though the time and place was not romantic at all -and this is a gentle way of drawing- they<em>had</em>their romance that turned into a deep relationship and more later: marriage.<br/>It was an unusual event in the City, the armed conflicts around were more and more frequent but they wanted to declare their love, their hopes and their<em>faith</em>in future. All this just made them a more better team as well, if it was possible. And they were as happy as they could be. When things turned worse, much worse and really hard times began for the rebels of this area Elvra's parents offered them the chance to move to a more safe part of the continent but both of them rejected this and stayed.<br/>It was evident.<br/><br/>They chose their everyday fights and when he was elected, life went on the usual way. Only responsibility grew and the time they could spend together was more precious.<br/>Until that day...<br/>She was on a mission, carrying medicines and professional help to another rebel base and they tried to help citizens of the land all along their way.<br/>The were attacked by gas. And Elvra was unfortunately far from the rest of the convoy. Inside that miserable hut she gave medical attendance to a five year old girl. On her way back she was unaware of the poison.<br/>It was weeks she laid between life and death. She was given up by almost all the doctors. Only he repeated that she<em>will</em>stay alive and<em>will</em>be the same again.<br/><br/>Half of his belief turned out to be true. But the neurological damage was crushing. Her eyesight was gone and because of all the spasms and trepidations she could hardly move. And it was also for her soul. The woman who was always in move before now was like a ghost. Still beautiful -with a slim and elegant figure and her long, reddish brown, wavy hair- but frozen.<br/>Then -it took time of course, but- things changed. She started to walk again, slowly but she made it. Though most of the objects she wanted to hold fell out of her hands. Better and worse days changed, she became much more sensitive and many times she had to search for words. But was able to smile again and the special bond between her and her husband seemed to survive all this. The soul connection - yes, indeed. In 'else' she rejected him. It was painful for both of them. But they were talking a lot, and tried to believe that one day everything will be as it was before. At least the Commander did so...<br/><br/>Elvra herself lived each day with self-loathing because she wasn't able to continue the missions anymore and to work together with him the way she wanted to. She supported him in everything she could, it was natural. But she felt herself so unhelpful and also ugly because of her constantly moving eyes and awkward movements. Being still deeply in love with her husband and knowing that the same is true from his side yet she felt that her life stucked. Probably forever...<br/>