Feelings guiding the way onward, one desperately holding onto what little she does have. A companion of irreplaceableness, an illusion they may be, but never willingly turning his blade on her. Envious of so many, pain in those days of yore. That heart in bondage, her soul seeking the endless sky, those wings desiring to soar. Approaching the edge, reaching for the chance of her freedom. Hatred brewing over the years, one once filling with love for the worlds. At that moment, in that grassy field, underneath the massive tree. That object connecting countless events, memories of valuableness. Warm the light of the sun is, shining down in that blissful field. Maria standing from the ground, resting her vision on the gate from afar. Feeling the exertion of energy, that determination of her mother. Hatred, sorrow, the hope she is carrying. That grandmother facing in the direction of the girl, her eyes upon the child. Doubt not existing inside of her, well in awareness on the girl's intention.
"Maria..."
Drunk on glee in times of the past, events of simpleness. Emotions dancing in the wind, smiles shining. Small the chances may be, foolish one can say. No matter so, that will in opposing what is reason. Danger around every end, an existence on trial. That goddess stopping herself, discomfort clearly expressing from the eyes of Maria. Faintly smiling, facing away from the small one. Painful it is, one trying her hardest. That will to continue on, mirroring the resolve of her mother. Resting her vision on the gate far ahead, that goddess embracing the flowing breeze.
"Your mother will not see you, but she does somewhat notice your presence. This is your story as well child, do what you feel is right." She glances back to the girl.
A mother incapable of seeing her own, yet having awareness on a presence. Pain continuously gripping at the heart, one desiring those earlier days. Two from differing worlds, one from highness, the other walking the land. Differences uniting, a bond forming over the passing time. Maria slightly looking down, even if the chance is nearly nonexistent, it does not mean it is hopeless. That wish in grasping the possibility, following the faintest light to the end, perhaps a miracle can happen. A somber morrow it may be, but hope always remaining.
"Sometimes, it is okay to be selfish." The grandmother softly speaks.
Selfishness existing at the core, feelings of naturalness. Those desiring the nigh impossible, envious in the bliss of others. Agonizing it is, living day into day out. Even so, that will in resisting continuously persisting. Those words of her grandmother resonating with the small one, confidence filling the child. Maria resting her vision ahead, moving onward. Little it is she can do, but certainly her aid can be beneficial once again. Within the graveyard, that dreadful breeze blowing through. Chilling it is, sickeningly unsettling.
Flowing blades of grass underneath the light of the crimson moon, dying trees falling to the ground. Tombstones far and wide, tiles cracking. A horror of an experience, fiends lurking in the shadows. Cyra dashing along the pathway, pursuing the doppelgänger. Rushing past the imposter, adjusting her blade. That clone facing in her direction, the young woman swiftly launching an uppercut. Tearing away at the surrounding field, that assault colliding into the imposter. rubble flying into the air, massive rocks crashing down, breaking the land.
That clone stepping away, those eyes of the young woman at an unrest. Malevolence swirling around, darkness rapidly repairing its body. Stern her expression is, a foe capable of regenerating the damage upon it. Grim the situation may be, that resolve refusing to relent. Pain excruciating on the body, one continuously rising to the challenge. Hatred brewing over the years, a soul yearning for the endless sky. Corruption manifesting from the depths, emotions lashing out. Those dancing underneath the light of the moon, rising even further than before. Infinite in mystery the night is, a realm holding the most sinister of secrets. Darkness existing at the core, feelings of relation.
That devil carefully fixating her vision onward, witnessing the doppelgänger rushing in her direction. Malevolence circling the clone, tearing through the negativity, blood red eyes revealing. Fur coating in silver, a body of a person, the head of a wolf. Scraping its claw against the land, striking against Lævateinn. Enduring the assault, those eyes meeting with one another. Hearts beating in sync, both embracing in the crimson light. Adjusting her footing, Cyra moving to her right. That beast passing her, the monster looking in her direction, rushing onward. Intense its speed is, vanishing from the area. That foe dashing through the grass, revealing itself in front of the young woman. Its stance lowering to the ground, those claws in view. Her heart at an unrest, that imposter fiercely striking in an uppercut, launching the devil high into the air. One catching her off-guard, speed and power of grandness.
"Tch...!"
Loudly howling into the night, that young woman turning her vision below, her body recovering from the impact. Leaping high, that monster hastily approaching the halfbreed. Striking through her in an instant, pain excruciating on her. Darkness swirling around the fiend, those blood red eyes locking onto its target. Descending on the young woman, unrest inside of her crimson vision. Narrowly holding her blade in the way, that claw of the fiend crashing down at her. The force of the assault sending her colliding into the ground, that monster landing from a distance. Resting its vision onward, witnessing the devil slowly rising to her feet. Stepping away, trying to hold her footing, her body hanging a bit low.
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"How foolish of me...very well then..."
Agony upon her, emotions rising from the depths. Desires of deepness, feelings reaching to the surface. Malevolence circling around her. Standing straight, her offhand over her right shoulder. Those eyes of crimson piercing into the imposter ahead of her, an enemy copying her down to the finest detail. Truly frightening this is, one having to face themselves. No matter so, that heart pushing onward. Even if it is but a somber morrow, that will to oppose forever existing. Minuscule the chances may be, but that being enough to resist.
"Mimicking my abilities will serve you no good." She sharply speaks.
One pushing beyond, grasping at the smallest of opportunities. A heart in bondage, one traveling in the deepest of abyss. Wings desiring to soar, a soul wishing for the endless sky. Feelings guiding the way, emotions feverishly lashing out. That imposter resting its eyes onward, witnessing negativity concentrating around the young woman. That darkness thickening, malevolence quickly surrounding her, striking the area. Blades of grass and rubble flying into the air, branches of dying trees falling to the ground. Cold the breeze is, that blood moon shining its light down on the battle below. Several strikes tearing apart at the negative energy, revealing out of the darkness are blood red eyes, shining silver fur glimmering in the night.
That body of a person, and head of a wolf. Standing on her side, directing her claw at the beast. Adjusting her footing, vanishing in an instant. Her presence all around, the doppelgänger slowly turning. That claw of the maiden approaching, the imposter narrowly clashing against her. Those eyes glaring into the other, both breaking away, immediately colliding once again. Emotions dancing in the bliss of the wind, feelings crying out. Times of yore, two from differing worlds. Days of purity, words never reaching, torment setting in. Agony over countless years, hatred building from her depths, that will to oppose taking hold.
A chance in reaching the sky once more, a plan coming in place. Time going on, that young woman pursuing her deepest desire once more. Walking into the area, Maria seeing those two mighty entities clashing against the other. Neither giving an edge, both reaching for their desires. Descending from above, Cyra striking down at the doppelgänger with her right claw. That beast enduring the assault, its muscles expanding. Touching down on the ground, the young woman dashing away, evading the counterattack. Standing from a distance, those eyes of the devil locking onto her target. Unrest within her, one seeking a solution.
"At this rate, my energy will be depleted...there must be something I can do to close the gap..." Her eyes trembling a bit.
One traveling in the deepest of abyss, tides relentlessly pushing against her. A heart continuously resisting, that soul desiring the endless distance, wings wishing to soar. Doubt deep within, options running thin. Even so, a devil refusing to relent. Holding her hands close, Maria reaching onward in this game of chance. Little there may be that she can do, but certainly that small one having a solution going forward. A way in giving her mother a chance against this foe, minuscule the odds may be, but this no less enough.
"Mom...you may not see me any longer, but I know one day you will. You never truly lose, you always return stronger..." She softly speaks.
Years of torment, one falling time and time and again, returning even more powerful. A heart desiring for the nigh impossible, hatred brewing from the depths. Agony incomparable, that will resisting the bondage upon it. Light purely shining from the gap between the hands of the girl, hope in the farthest of darkness. Cyra and the imposter turning their attention in the direction, seeing it brightly radiating. The clone blocking out the intensity, that energy burning away at the fiend. Facing her attention towards the monster, bearing witness to her opportunity. That beast struggling against the energy, pain upon it.
"This is my chance..." Cyra locking onto her moment.
Selfishness existing ever so deep, one envious of those all around. A life of simplicity that she cannot have, despair in the pleasure of others. That darkness far within, one mirroring her, trying to take what little she does have. A devil desperately holding on, reaching for what is rightfully her own. Adjusting her footing, immediately rushing at the foe. That imposter noticing her approaching, meeting her action in kind. Urgency in their eyes, two mighty beings clashing against one another, their ferocious claws pushing against each other. Maria looking onward, faintly smiling.
"This should help..." She gently states.
One residing in between the living and the dead, holding onto the smallest of hope. Those words of her mother ringing through her, guiding the way of the girl. Even if it is nigh impossible, it is never truly hopeless. Pushing onward, Cyra slowly overpowering the doppelgänger. Darkness surrounding the young woman, malevolence brightly burning from her. Nine wings of blackness extending from the darkness, those blood red eyes glaring at her enemy, skin blackening in a metallic coating. Malevolence dispersing, a massive shadowy claw of a dragon emerging. Immediately grabbing the head of the imposter, Cyra standing straight, holding the beast high in the air. Their form returning to that of a shadow, one reaching its limit.
"What is rightfully my own, is only mine. Always remember...no matter of my foe. At one point or another, I will return much stronger than before..." She coldly speaks.
Enemies over the years, one continuously returning more powerful. A devil holding onto what is truly her own, fighting against the tides pushing against her. Crushing down on the shadowy figure, darkness slowly flowing into her. Negativity thickening around her by the moment, that malevolence steadily fading from her body. Her hair of gold returning, those gentle crimson eyes. Turning in the direction of where the light once has been, positioning her arms in a thinking posture. The familiarity of it, that warmth coming from it. Faintly smiling, soon facing away. Maria looking onward, witnessing her mother heading on her way.
A second time this happened, this is no coincidence. I can only wonder who is looking over me. Whoever they are, their efforts are most appreciated. Still...this makes another trial that has been completed. Not much longer now, that light shining at the end of the abyss, I can see it better now...