Flowing along in this endless stream, pushing against the harsh tides. Painting her way onward, seeking her own solution. Her duty above, those returning sentiments, leading her back to the past.
Fear in the princess, her desperately pounding heart. This cruel night, her monstrous form. Trying her best, one becoming a beast, an entity holding true to her promise.
Difficult decisions, a heart fighting against these shackles. Closing her eyes in frustration, clashing against this path. That one far inside, desires slowly rising to the surface.
"My duty...these emotions..." Biting her lower lip.
"What will you do, Cyra...?" that vampire's careful vision.
Following through on orders, silencing many. Something missing, a gap within her. Thinking on it, constantly seeking answers. Despising the battlefield, these ill emotions. Not wishing for this, her soft heart.
Actions ripping away at her, battling against this. That princess stepping away, her trembling eyes. Refusing in giving in, loudly squawking. Ascending to the sky, the young woman's attention above. This beast circling her, that intensifying energy.
Forming a massive tornado, two within this harshness, rubble flying everywhere. Extending her blade, locking onto the Elven. These frustrating feelings, leaping to her target, swiftly striking through the beast.
Painfully screeching, feathers blowing away in the wind. This concentrating force, blasting the princess to the ground. Crashing into the land, cracking her surroundings. Highness of the maiden's blade, her brightly building malevolence.
Her crying heart, her racing mind. Descending on the fiend, this powerful force crushing the area. Immediately opening her eyes, fear in the Elven. This nearing entity, that beast quickly rising.
Dashing away, narrowly avoiding this attack. That blade colliding into the ground, ripping apart the area, wildly flying objects in every direction. Standing straight, her shaking fists.
Uncertainty in this, standing in blackness. Wings of pureness behind her, bearing witness to her direction. That princess ahead, tears in her eyes.
That carefully watching vampire, betting on this heart of the past. One from the shadows, enduring the harshest weight. Her crouching stance, connecting her line to her foe.
"Is this truly me...?" her shaking voice.
Lowering head, grappling with this situation. Deepness of her pain, those crimson eyes on the beast. Racing along her path, breaking the surrounding area.
Revealing the reflection of the Elven, that princess falling to her knees, closing her eyes. Her quivering heart, this nearing blade. Blackness around the maiden, mirroring walls to her view.
Crimson eyes in its reflection, guiding her onward. Fading from her view, stopping herself. Standing on her side, her sword aiming at the neck of her opponent. Sentiments within, a resolve long ago steadily coming out.
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Her slightly shaking sword, this tearing away at her. Confusion from the princess, this gripping fear. Slowly opening her eyes, her vision on the blade of the young woman.
Her deeply pounding chest, this fiend gazing at the maiden. Their connecting visions, this final line. This darkness around the entity, that Seraph behind her. Their hand over her own, their meeting gaze.
Time slowing for this beast, her life in the hands of another. Only able in looking onward, her churning stomach. This sword an inch away from silencing her, that trembling hand. Anger in the eyes of the entity, her resisting heart.
One from the deepest of shadows steadily rising to the surface, an old resolve reflecting from the young woman. Her eyes on this Elven ahead of her, a harmless one.
Extending her blade afar, this flinching princess. That closely watching vampire, witnessing this development. Staking her sword into the ground, coming to her conclusion.
Believing in her path, not allowing anyone in dictating her direction. Proceeding as herself, slowly awakening to what is within. This confusing the princess, uncertainty in the situation.
A heart inside of the past, knowing the weight of her actions. No matter of her difficulties, no matter of the sorrow. This entity continuously resisting, trying to grasp her deepest desire.
"So you have decided..." The vampire faintly smiling.
This heart revealing itself once more, steadily coming back. Infinite in emotions, desires clawing its way to the surface. This night of eternity leading her back to the past, yearning for her return.
That vampire witnessing this, awaiting his moment. A wrong of old, failure in acting, this leading to many tragedies. Two intertwining lives, both hoping for the same. His final chance, a promise to keep. Those gentle eyes of the young woman on the princess, that one confusingly tilting her head.
The strange maiden, someone stopping her action. Continuously taking the harder direction, this natural feeling to her. Walking in the farthest of abyss, none hearing her cries. That faintest light guiding her way, pressing onward with her resolve.
"You miss him huh..." Her soft voice.
"Lance..." Sorrow from the Elven.
"Yeah...Lance..." Regret from the maiden.
"Where...is he...?" that princess' pleading eyes.
Her slowly returning senses, remembering the words from Richter. Not wishing to believe in them, hoping for a miracle. Her unsettling emotions, this situation before the young woman.
This dire night, sorrow underneath its light. That Lord of Darkness ascending in power, demons becoming more unruly. Necessity in quickly proceeding, that man requesting her aid.
A simple wish, granting him it. This princess before her, wondering on another path for the prince, a way existing to right this wrong.
"Apologies...I was unable to do anything, so I ended his life..." Biting her lower lip.
This heavily hitting news, a life no longer in this world. Her aching heart, having to accept this. Inability on doing anything, this gripping at the maiden.
Mysteries in her past, an answer possibly existing. That crouching princess, her flowing tears. Slightly looking away, those shaking fists of the maiden.
Frustration at her depths, her actions over her years. Performing her duties, this not of her. Her slowly surfacing heart, hatred boiling at her core. A resolve reflecting from the shadows, this will to oppose.
Countless lives I struck down in the name of the gods. These deities are no better than those monsters I slay, and I am no better having followed those orders...
Deciding on her direction, these streaming waves. Flowing along in its endlessness, moving towards her past. Slowly reclaiming herself, not allowing for her silence.
Thinking for a bit, shortly kneeling to the princess. A solution in mind, selfishness rising to the surface. Facing her wrongs, gently resting her hand on the head of the princess.
Those tears to the young woman, embracing this entity, letting out her feelings. Allowing her the time to properly grieve, this difficult situation.
"Shed no more tears, there might be a way to bring him back, and return you both to your original forms..." Softly informing this one.