The cold night, monsters in the shadows. His hasty heart, forcing onward in the darkness. A grim situation, his boiling blood. A plan by another, pieces on the board. Everything steadily moving into position, his great frustration. Reluctantly pulling away, breaking their collision. His attention ahead, Luna dashing back, leaping high. His careful gaze on her, that princess locking onto him. Diving at him, her nearing claw. Bracing himself, slightly moving to his right. This one passing him, his stern vision. The demon crashing below, ripping away at the surroundings.

Both intensely clashing, flying sparks. His burning soul, this resolve from the princess. Their different standing, hearts connecting to one another. Finding some comfort in a miserable realm, everything slipping out of his hands. His harsh actuality, a normal occurrence. Hitting his sword, the weapon above. His attention onward, his open defense. His uneasy frown, her claw rushing at his head. Desperately releasing blade, ducking from the assault. Narrowly avoiding the attack, his opportunity at hand. His falling sword, immediately gripping the handle, plunging it through her chest.

The princess ceasing resistance, blood gushing out of her body, spilling on the land. This harsh actuality, those opposing its influence. Playing inside its game, never ending cruelty, tormenting agony. A mercenary living on the battlefield, shouting what is within. Not wanting this, a request from another. Slowly removing his weapon, blackness leaving her. Luna returning to her normal state, falling towards him. Catching her, dropping his blade. That sword hitting the land, Michael kneeling below. His sorrowful eyes, lowering his head. His shaking arms, his deep frustration.

"Sorry...sorry I'm so useless. If I...if I had only been here sooner..." His painful voice.

Blaming himself, sleeping on this day. A suspicious job, his foolishness leading to the conclusion. Unable to reach her, having to turn his blade against her. This harsh actuality, the never ending torment. A trap in place, horrible actions from a king. A chance to prevent it, his slipping opportunity. That princess extending a hand to him, gently resting on it his cheek. Her touch to him, placing his hand over her own.

"It's okay...I am glad...you did this, before I truly did...become some kind of monster..." Her weak smile to him.

Sentiments flowing along in an endless line, those sharing within its vastness. Clashing resolves, enemies and allies alike, both sharing in this actuality. Each proceeding down their path, trampling those those in their way. Selfishness guiding the direction, embracing what is within. Innocence existing, sinking into the destruction. His gratefulness to her, his paining heart. A weapon in hand, slaying threats before him. Understanding more, taking the lives of others. Harming countless, playing with terrible cards.

"Hey...Michael...?" her shaky voice.

"Yeah...?" hesitantly answering.

"I wanted to thank you..." Her warm gaze on him.

"Thank me for what...?" confusion from him, his clear sorrow.

Continuously forming ripples, their worlds steadily moving apart. Reflecting for a moment, acknowledging his wrongs. Near individuals, yearning for another way. Raising his blade, fulfilling her wish. Thanking him for it, a strange person. Her pure existence, a rarity in this miserable realm. Clashing morals, numerous wanting what is within. Crushing others, their guiding feelings. Some positives at times, those small instances slowly revealing towards a better morrow.

"As a princess...I never had one true friend, but...you...became my first real friend. It may have been short...but that made me really happy..." Tears to her eyes.

His slightly widening vision, his eye twitching a bit. One living in loneliness, carrying a smile within its vastness. Unable to trust, her role to follow. Never ending cruelty, this constantly displaying. The reason for her actions, their connecting bond. Wanting a bit more, giving her something of worth. These frustrating sentiments, his sinking heart. A persistent individual, answering her questions, those short moments. Her hand growing cold, his trembling body.

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"Luna..?" his hesitant voice.

"Remain just the way you are..." Her soft tone.

Her echoing words, this request from a close one. His cold exterior, experiencing his warm side. Learning about him, wishing for him to remain the same. His vision on the world, accepting cruelty. Proceeding as himself, giving her something more. A princess another victim, this horrible display. Her fading resistance, life no longer with her. Lowering his head, his revealing tears, quietly sobbing. This miserable night, enemies from the inside, unable to prevent it.

Why is it...such innocence cannot exist...? Why is it...that those of power take advantage of the little ones...? Luna did not deserve this...especially by her treacherous father. Luna...rest well...

Their different standing, two worlds meeting for a moment. Pushing past those boundaries, something more growing. This bliss going away, a life no more. Betrayal by a living hand, a piece on the chessboard. Setting down her body, gazing at the princess. A warm light shining from her, this surprising developmental. Witnessing this, the young woman breaking into stardust, her participles ascending above.

"So...you were accepted huh...I am glad. We both know, I am destined for Helheim...you deserve this..." Standing from the ground, looking onward.

Hey...Luna...? Watch over me...this madness...it stops now...

A grand entity accepting her, her pure spirit. Her life along a string, playing into a role. That coming time, her worth no more. His aching heart, his silent tears. Feeling the gentle wind, watching the mesmerizing light. Blackness shortly surrounding him, soon moving ahead. Some passing time, the mercenary returning to Xia. Afternoon on him, his low mood. His mind on Rangald, stopping by his home first.

"Serenity? I'm home." Calling out.

This quiet home, a strange occurrence. The dusty ground, the withering plants. His sister normally shouting for him, their close bond. An older one caring for the younger one, not minding his jobs. Bringing in money, wanting her to survive. That one consoling him, both sharing in laughter. His light in the darkness, an unsettling feeling to his heart. His careful movements, making his way to the back. Shortly entering into the room, gazing at her.

"Serenity...?"

Her still body on the bed, her eyes not open. Walking to her, something not right. Standing at her side, his vision on her. Her peaceful expression, reaching forward his hand. Touching her cheek, this one not reacting to him. Realization striking the mercenary, urgently grabbing her. His hasty heart, those clear signs. A difference in their home, a connecting point. A trap in place, everything slipping out of his hands.

"Serenity! Serenity!! Serenity!!!" screaming out, quickly shaking her.

Siblings constantly supporting each other, their close bond. Difficulties at times, their little arguments. Appreciating the other, an older brother taking care of the younger one. His hard efforts, many dangerous encounters. Her rightful concerns, unable to do anything else. This person not responding to him, his wide vision. His deep pain, these agonizing events. Betrayal by soldiers, the demise of the princess, his sister no more.

"What...what happened to the caretaker...?" his hesitating voice.

Doing his best, working many jobs. Two against the world, their bond since their childhood. A promise by him, a message lingering inside of him. Never leaving her in the cold, a sister assisting in other ways. Their different capabilities, these small points creating their life. His attention on the counter, dust on it. A medicine not open, remaining in the same position since his departure. His trembling gaze, realization coming over him, his boiling blood.

I was never expected to return alive. The caretaker never came...no doubt Rangald. Damn you...! First...you used your own daughter as a pawn, and now...you executed my sister...!

His deep hatred, blackness within him. His lonely path, none with him. Wandering along an endless direction, his brewing sentiment. Brightness from two, his lights going away. One at the top, pulling the strings below. Lowering his head, silently sobbing. His frustratingly shaking fists, his quickly beating heart. Working his way, meeting increasing prices. His dangerous jobs, that suspicious one. Pieces on a chessboard, commodities in place. His flowing tears, falling to his knees, pounding the ground. Raising his head, screaming at the top of his lungs.

"Damn you...! Damn you, Rangald!!!"

Just you wait you bastard...I will make you sorely regret ever stepping into my life. For Luna...for my sister...you shall answer for your sins...!

His great anger, his black heart. Enduring cruelty, his hard efforts. Witnessing terrible occurrences over his years, the never ending sorrow. Those to his heart no more, a connecting point. A king at the center, his increasing fury. Night washing over the scene, horror coming to the Kingdom of Xia. Flames scarring the land, the best falling to the mercenary. Screams far and wide, fire harshly lashing out. Standing on the bottom floor of the castle, parts from the door to the stairs. Blood filling the air, his displaying soul.

You can hide behind all of these fools Rangald, but it does not change the fact. I will have your head. You can bring an army against me, and I will burn them in the fires of destruction!