Sins in the deepest of darkness, one from long ago revealing for a moment. Her burning hatred, a heart resenting the battlefield. Her will to continue on, wanting to see this nightmare through to its end.
Her stubborn resolve, no matter of the morrow. Fear gripping countless souls, an image returning with each passing hour. An enemy to all, accepting it. Enduring dread, few reaching out to her, traveling alongside her in the abyss.
Struggling through the endless night, these companions resisting the harsh tides together. A rest of importance, Cyra temporarily calling a halt to their venture.
Mysteries in the cold night, ruin everywhere. These branding sentiments, her displaying soul. High on top of a cliff, sitting at the center, a fire brightly burning.
Flames not extending far, but telling a story of its own. These few sitting around it, their eyes on the starry sky. A long way for them, everyone having their limit. None able to go on forever, resting their wings from their harsh journey.
Tiresome occurrences, endless conflict throughout the years. Her crying heart, her never ceasing pain. These emotions within her, her past slowly coming to light.
Her eyes to Anya, this calm Elven. One losing much, suffering in the harsh dusk. Shifting her attention to the Queen, a dragon finally catching her breath. Running for a long time, enduring agony.
Holding onto hope, no matter of the slim chance. Shifting her gaze to the vampire, his distant vision to the fire. Taking a moment, studying his behavior. A strange one, gaining her suspicion from the start. Keeping him close, slowly drawing out answers.
Continuing her observation, steadily nearing those questions within her. A wonderful companion, appreciating his presence. That dragon's eyes to the velvet moon for a moment, shortly moving it to the maiden.
The young woman noticing, looking to the Queen. An unsurprising occurrence, a person wondering on these problems. That encounter with Hades, her own error allowing for an ambush. Everything falling apart, an eternal night engulfing the world of the humans.
"Valkyrie, tell me...why did all of this happen?" the Queen's sorrowful voice.
One that is the night itself, the possibility to control it. Unable to do so, mysteries from old. Seeking after it, yearning for what is within. Her steadily returning nature, blackening in darkness.
Everything steadily coming around, her actions causing this madness, despair clawing away at countless. Distantly gazing into the fire, the brightly shining light.
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Her regretful eyes, a decision bringing this misfortune, sadness grasping at everyone. A great wrong, the Lord of Darkness having his chance. Her intention in mind, an excuse of it. Her willingness to face up to her sins, going forward with her way.
"This is my fault..." Lowering her head.
Sorrow in the Queen and Anya, their eyes on her. The vampire looking away, understanding her decision. Wishing to protect the heavens, a vulnerable point. Hades acting on it, pulling her into a whirlpool of despair.
Accepting her responsibility in it, her slowly revealing past, her never dying actions. Trying to right her wrong, yet more importantly, reaching for her deepest desire. Two seeing her sadness, her sincere remorse.
"Your fault? How so?" that Queen tilting her head in confusion.
Steadily inhaling and exhaling, her vision on the velvet moon. Aster turning his attention to her, one from old facing up to her wrong. A moment of weakness leading to catastrophe, an eternal night cloaking the world of the humans.
Learning from her mistake, her heart seeking to bring an end to this nightmare. Her will to oppose taking hold, a resolve burning even stronger. Shifting his gaze away from her, aware of her true goal.
"Power, that was what I wanted. To be able to protect my home, a grave error it has been. Hades saw that greed, that weakness inside of me. As a result, I was deceived, but that is simply an excuse. I confronted Hades, and Valor a god, my closest friend...came to my aid. Together we fought against that dragon...a foolish error I made. Turning my back on the beast, he sprung on me. Valor protected me...but was critically injured in the process. Hades then came right towards me...and separated me into two beings. I lost my artifact, without it there would be no hope, so Valor sent me far away from the battlefield. Afterwards, he managed to seal Hades deep within your castle, this was how all of this began." Her distant voice.
Conflicting emotions rising in the Queen, uncertainty within her. Losing her family, the one responsible in front of her. Anya's condition linking to this entity's action, all of it resting on the young woman.
These aggravating sentiments, yet her heart not able to despise her. A bond forming between these few, a horrible night bringing forward a valuable experience between them. That maiden trying to right her wrong, piercing the madness in this nightmare.
Wishing to give back what is no more, while also seeking her deepest desire. Cyra looking down for a moment, Reviver shining hope in the darkness.
No matter of the chance, her will to resist taking hold. One grasping at the nigh impossible, making it into an actuality. No matter the morrow, even if the sorrow is grand, those dreams of her comrades can become a reality once more.
The Elven's vision to the Queen, shortly shifting it to the young woman. Unable to resent the maiden, thinking of her as an older sister. That princess strongly believing in her, a way to reverse the damage. The dragon's eyes on the entity, positioning her arms in a thinking posture, her slightly more serious expression.
"Your weapon...where is it?" her concerning voice.
Reaching behind, taking hold of the staff. That young woman holding it in front of her, gazing at it. Many memories from the past, an old friend gifting it to her, cherishing it. An artifact more like family, comforting her in her darkest hour.
These countless emotions within her, that one rising from the abyss once more. The Queen noticing, giving her a moment. Deep pain, the faintest hope of a possibility. Enemies everywhere, this weapon constantly being there for her.