Continuously wandering in blackness, her gripping fear. Fleeing from those troubles, this dusk dragging her back into the madness. Her deep darkness, hatred boiling with each passing moment.
Constantly pushing forward, no matter the morrow, no matter the sorrow. That maiden stepping away, her vision on Rebellion. This crying sword, wishing for her to accept herself. Actions from the past, a heart desperately trying to maintain itself.
Events coming together, one from long ago slowly returning to the surface. Her eyes to the Iconoclast, her steadily calming sword, her growing confidence.
"Good, embrace it..."
Two within this plain, standing on a platform of memories. Their powerful resolves, both reflecting the other. That enemy moving forward, her fading steps. The young woman immediately turning, witnessing the approaching claw.
Raising Rebellion, intercepting the assault. Her gaze on the malice burning from the talon, this darkness of her own. Both pulling away, instantly greatly clashing once again. This shaking void, not stopping their attacks.
Each passing moment, Cyra embracing the corruption all around, a heart in the farthest shadows. That Iconoclast descending on the maiden, her nearing claw.
Their meeting eyes, these flowing sentiments. Cyra leaping away, her foe's claw crashing down into the ground, forming a massive rift. That reacting platform, the imprint from the land. The gentle shining light, revealing an event long ago.
The young woman looking at it, witnessing the Iconoclast and Valor underneath a tree in the daylight. Two joyously chatting, these warm sentiments. The shortly closing distortion, that maiden turning her attention to her opponent, sadness from her.
"Such a life...I can never have...never again...! But here you are! Hiding from it! Like a coward!" the Iconoclast swinging out her claw.
Those days no more, her deep hatred. A heart desiring for the impossible, one going far. Becoming an enemy, to be able to return to her happiest days again. Years in agony, her curse of a birth, her life falling apart.
The Iconoclast's chilling tone running down the maiden's spine, countless enemies experiencing this fear, a voice capable of breaking anyone standing before her. That entity stepping forward, directing her claw to herself.
"Come at me with everything you can muster, otherwise...I will devour you!" the Iconoclast's powerful voice.
Everything coming in full circle, that one from long ago. This agony far within her, an entity diving into the farthest blackness. That young woman stepping away, feeling deep anger inside of her.
Hatred at herself, hatred at the Nine Worlds. Once living in happiness, someone long ago stripping away her bliss. Her joy replacing with despair, the weight of her sorrow, fury, her sins, all of it crushing down at her.
Going far, challenging the gods, engraving her image into countless souls. Closing her eyes, shaking her head in sympathy.
"Perhaps I have been hiding for too long." Cyra turning, pointing ahead.
Her hazy memories, these slowly connecting events. The Seraph faintly smiling, awaiting the return of one. A warm light rising from the platform below their feet, a rift appearing in the endless void, revealing another event.
Three gazing at it, sorrow in their eyes. A flowery field in the depths of the night, that bleeding moon shining down. Two old friends before the other, pain from them both.
Words branding itself on the soul, insincere emotions. Two walking away from the other, this fading memory. The closing distortion, that maiden and Iconoclast looking to the other.
"It is like that night we parted...we never truly met again..." Cyra lowering her head.
Old friends parting, the young woman loathing that night. Two never truly meeting again, one eternally walking in the deepest abyss.
Another following, trying to right his wrong long ago. These dreadful emotions, sentiments rising to the surface. An eternal nightmare, words never truly reaching the other.
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Countless years going by, everything continuously falling apart. A heart once filling with love for the worlds, hatred consuming it. That maiden slowly shaking her head from left to right, the Iconoclast's gaze on her.
"Indeed."
Her deep pain, a curse of an existence. One from the heavens damning her, the young woman returning their actions in kind. Taking the battle to the gods, forever engraving her image into innumerable souls.
These never leaving feelings, a heart trying to maintain itself. Pure white wings extending from the maiden's back, the entity witnessing her ascending off of the ground, floating in place.
Those descending feathers, covering the most painful memories on the platform, revealing the faintest hope. Light in the farthest of darkness, her belief within.
"Still...I will keep pressing onward, no matter how long it takes to return to such a time..." Her gentle eyes on the Iconoclast.
The faintly smiling being, her proudness towards this person. One willing to face reality once more, no matter the pain. Enduring her struggles, her will to resist constantly taking hold.
An entity damning the Nine Worlds, all for a chance to grasp her deepest desire, to return to her happiest days. This individual no longer hiding, embracing what she is. That maiden extending her blade, her eyes on her opponent. Her guiding light, setting her path ahead.
"You are the past, and I am the now. There is still much more I can do, there is still hope." Cyra's calm tone.
"Indeed, but do you truly believe that it is possible to finally grab hold of your deepest desire?" the Iconoclast's deeply penetrating voice.
"I cannot say for certain, but I will never relent." The young woman slightly smiling.
One embracing her imperfections and selfish desires, her heart yearning for its freedom. Her soul breaking the shackles binding it to the land, expanding her wings.
Bursting through the void, that entity flipping high into the air, evading the first assault. The maiden rebounding from afar, rushing to the being above. Their meeting eyes, accepting the other, this darkness deep within.
Descending on the young woman, her claw in view. Colliding down, meeting the blade in kind. Two clashing mighty forces, malevolence crushing the area.
The Seraph faintly smiling, bearing witness to this development. Cyra shifting her angle, striking through the Iconoclast. Creating a new path forward, following up on her assault, the entity's slightly widening gaze.
These extending sentiments, her sounding soul. Rushing around the field, barraging her foe from every direction. Shockwaves tearing through sound barriers, the maiden ascending far above.
Calmly floating in place, an electrical prison containing her opponent. Divine lances materializing out of the shadows, surrounding the entity. Expanding her arms, the young woman closing them together.
Those lances racing towards her foe, nearing them by the moment. Determination in their vision, stardust rapidly leaving her body. Dematerializing upon the collision, these weapons crashing into each other. Dispersing, showering the field in a mesmerizing light.
Cyra's eyes on the Iconoclast, that energy approaching her. Extending her sword afar, locking onto her opponent. Her breaking body, meeting her opponent in kind. Two energies clashing throughout the void, the violently shaking realm.
Those memories below radiating a warm light, sadness and happiness together. Two ferocious beings rushing at each other far below, revealing their physical forms, malice brightly burning from them both.
Their accepting eyes to the other, the claw of the Iconoclast at the head of the maiden, and the blade of the young woman directing at the neck of the entity. Their gentle smile on the other, shortly pulling away. The being turning from the maiden, her hand on her waist, slowly fading away into the darkness.
"Are you ready now?" the Iconoclast glancing back to the young woman.
The maiden's hand to her chest, this enlightenment within her. Her painful experiences, those memories from the past. Remembering some, most still hazy. Pleasure existing within, facing those occurrences, accepting the blackness within her.
No matter the conflict ahead, one tackling the past to move onward. These desires deep inside, a heart aiming to make them an actuality. Even if it is a somber morrow, even if the abyss is endless, hope always residing.
"Yes, I believe I am, we are one and the same. Even if the worlds so shall damn us, we will continue to fight, for the chance to return to the time we were most happy." Cyra's soft voice on the being.
"Right...keep fighting, Cyra..."
That will to continue on, to make those days of yore into a reality once more. Fighting against the wheel of fate, her heart slowly coming free, that soul taking flight once more. The young woman's eyes onward, walking forward.
Stopping in front of the Iconoclast, the Seraph doing the same. Both shortly facing away, their backs to the other. All glancing behind, faintly smiling. Nodding in agreement, the maiden moving forward.
The Seraph following behind, that Iconoclast fading into the darkness. These pleasant emotions, embracing the numerous feelings inside of her. The young woman's eyes on the platform of memories, watching it glowing brighter.
Soon awakening from her slumber, standing from the ground. Her vision on her friends, all still soundly sleeping. A slight smile on her face, shifting her gaze to the velvet moon, her heart seeking the nigh impossible.
I may be corruption itself, but even so, I shall continue to fight. My memories may not have all returned, but I finally know why I have been feeling this way. I will fight...to return to the time I was most happy...
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