Desires guiding her way, regret lingering at her core. Feelings far within, anger brewing from her depths. Emotions desperately breaking free, a hand reaching for the nigh impossible. Torment throughout the years, the smallest chance coming about. One born underneath the light of the crimson moon, a curse of an existence. No matter so, once filling with love for the worlds, hatred consuming her. That familiar gentle breeze blowing through the field, the blue sky endlessly stretching, Lævateinn impaling in the background. A massive sword linking together her dream, that tree residing there, those pleasant memories existing from it. Standing tall, ageless, exactly how she is remembering it. Reynas standing beneath the object, gazing upon it. Faintly smiling, those pleasureful emotions coming from it. An illusion it may be, but those emotions holding true. Everyone having somewhere of comfort, this place remaining as such for her daughter.

"Keep resisting, Cyra." She softly speaks.

Pain eternally upon the soul, wings desiring to soar. Desperation coming at hand, racing to the peak. Leaping off, unbinding those chains from her heart. Death taking her, but freedom coming with it for a moment. Suffering even now, unable in resting. Opposing the reason of another, seeking days of yore. Feeling an approaching presence, that goddess well in awareness on her daughter's arrival. Maria being nearby, that girl knowing her mother will not see her, not until she is ready. Facing towards Cyra and Maria, those two making their way towards the deity. Calmness coming from her child, this no doubt different from before.

"Welcome, Cyra." She softly speaks, holding down her hands.

Treading through the deepest of abyss, diving even further. That faintest light within her path, holding onto the smallest chance. An unlikely meeting between two, times of yore in much joy. A night coming along, that blood moon shining its light down upon them. Words never reaching, companions walking away. Torment over the years, continuously wondering of the alternative. Standing before her mother, gazing around the area for a moment. A dream it may be, real it is feeling, those old friends holding this place dear. A connecting point, adventures for years. Reynas turning her attention to Maria, the girl looking up to her mother, clinging onto whatever little hope there is.

"Cyra...are you really happy here?" Reynas questions, some sorrow in her eyes.

Loneliness over the years, unable in screaming out. Treading through the coldness of the abyss, warmth not existing. Emotions inside of a lock, resolve feverishly extending. No longer binding to another, hatred rising to the surface. Pain eternally branding upon her, a place where her torture can come to a rest. Looking away, experiencing bliss within this dream. Her conflicts dissipating, an incredible feeling. Memories of pleasantry, her soul at ease. Chains binding her heart, this place slightly loosening those shackles, unwillingness in leaving her paradise. Maria awaiting her mother's response, much she does not understand. Two evermore different, one from the past and present. Cyra resting her vision on the goddess, sorrow expressing from the young woman. Slightly looking down, uncertainty in her answer. A realm not of realness, lowering her pain to a minimum, emotions clashing deep inside.

"I know...this place is not real...but..." Cyra stopping herself.

"But here...is where you can escape to, away from your troubles..." Reynas faintly smiling.

Wind once of freedom, wings soaring the vast distances. Smiling of brightness, despite the conflict of her personal life. Companions tackling their troubles together, enduring the harshness of reality. Joy in those times, embracing in the presence of the other. Years going by, that dream coming apart, words remaining inside of a lock. Walking away from the other, regret following. That maiden slowly nodding in assurance, conflicts eternally haunting her, constantly experiencing dread. Continuously wondering on the moment of her finally crashing, of her completely sinking into the depths of nothingness.

How long can I keep fighting? How long can I resist? How long will I accept this? I am tired of this...despair is all I know now, and this...this path I walk upon endlessly continues on...

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Torment in days of the past, emotions desperately wishing in coming free. Screaming in the abyss, none ever hearing. Anger brewing at her depths, those feelings yearning for the endless sky. A heart once filling with love, hatred consuming her. Two of the same, both of differences. Maria reaching for her mother's hand, thinking back to the past. That small one taking advantage of her kindness, never noticing the dread inside of her. Everyone requiring some kind of reason to press onward, yet her mother continuously pushing, remaining lost in her despair. Forcing onward, falling time and time and again, returning even stronger.

That gentle touch coming to the awareness on the young woman, a hand wrapping around her own. Turning her attention to her right, no one within her sight. Feeling the mysterious one, comforting it is towards her. Maria resting her vision upon her mother, even if it is but a somber morrow, this much she can do. Those eyes of the goddess on the child, some hope there is. Darkness consuming her daughter, even if she cannot see, there is always a guiding light. Swimming in the sorrowful sea, resisting the harshness of the tides. That faintest of hope always remaining there, her vision on her path. Those eyes upon the maiden, that woman faintly smiling.

"Always remember Cyra, you are never alone." Reynas softly speaks.

Loneliness for years, incapability of speaking to anyone. Torment never leaving, indescribable agony. A heart trying to maintain its softness, turmoil around every end. Resisting the reason of another, pushing onward. Resting her vision upon her mother, those words resonating with the young woman. Turning her attention away, thinking about the message. Treading through the deepest of abyss, no matter of the despair, she is never truly alone. Difficult it is to believe, for the longest while that maiden being on her own, fighting against the shackles forever binding her soul.

"I am always here, someone else is looking over you. That family you formed at that bar, and most of all, your old friend that will do anything for you, no matter how selfish the request." Reynas assuring her.

Pushing onward, constantly on her own. Despite it all, those existing inside of her life. That old friend doing anything, no matter of what she may ask of him. Those many bonds from the bar, a new family they are. Her mother within her paradise, consoling her in her time of need. That mysterious force guiding her, these feelings flowing through her. One never truly alone, those willing in extending a hand to her. Looking towards her mother, faintly smiling, nodding in agreement. Painful it may be, but one having others within her life.

"You are correct mother...I believe I am ready now, for the next trial." Cyra softly speaks.

Tiring over the years, pushing through the harshest of sorrow. Resisting the torment upon her, that fear never leaving. Hatred guiding her way, powerlessness in times of the past. Seeking a path back to her most pleasureful days, even if it is a direction of corruption. Moving further into the darkness, her vision on the faintest light. No matter of the dread inside of her, the maiden always finding a way back. Even in the blackest of abyss, that young woman continuously fighting against the harshness of the tides. Forcing forward, grasping at the smallest chance. This is simply who she is, that mother well in awareness on this.

"There is always a light in the deepest of darkness, remember this." Reynas softly responds.

Words of guidance, that young woman holding onto them in times of the past. Years of inescapability, agony at her core. Falling into the depths of despair, cherishing her child. Desiring for an end to her suffering, a better life for her own. A solution coming to mind, a way of doing both. Selfish it may have been, but a moment of release. Failure coming about, a thousand years of torture. Even so, that smallest of light guiding her path, a way in returning to her most blissful experiences. That maiden turning, feeling the grip around her loosening, Reynas and Maria resting their vision on her. Slowly inhaling and exhaling, that halfbreed gathering her nerves. Glancing back to her mother, faintly smiling in her direction.

"I am off now, mother..."

Nodding in reassurance, witnessing her daughter continuing down her path, battling the despair deep inside of her. Those earlier years of joy, that goddess going away. Watching for many years, seeing the happiness of her child descending into sadness. Unable in assisting, each moment eating away at her. Binding to the realm in between the living and the dead, her daughter's existence currently linking to her own. That young woman pushing onward, falling time and time and again. Rising even stronger, her drive towards a most simple goal. Maria holding onto hope, that her mother will continuously return. That goddess and child resting their vision onward, watching the devil moving further into the depths of blackness.

Even in the deepest of darkness, there is a light...I am never alone. Old friend...I hope you can forgive me for being so selfish, you really are my closest friend...