One from the deepest of abyss, tides of harshness never ceasing. Facing reality as herself, pushing onward, resisting the reason of others. A trial of acceptance, two halves once whole. One of innocence, the other of malice, both in reflection of the present. A heart of softness trying to maintain itself, anger at the depths. Selfishness guiding the path, that armor revealing once more. Pleasantry within the deity of highness, steadily seeing that companion again. Hopefulness within grimness, one capable of turning the smallest chance into an actuality. Unwavering resolve, a voice constantly extending. Dreadfulness far within, innumerable emotions. Sentiments never leaving, horridness of the past. A few days passing since then, a toll of immensity.

Cyra deciding for a reprieve. Confidence of importance, morality of necessity. Resting in a small town, residing at an inn. Littleness of it, activeness of the inhabitants. Blissfulness within it, niceness in taking life at a slower pace. Warmness of the sun, gentleness of the wind, hearing waves of the nearby ocean. Dreams within the past, unwillingness in enduring any longer. Seeking times of yore, wishing for an alternative. Hostility inside of a home, joyfulness with her companion. Two sharing a desire of similarity, the one of the earth having countless more. Horribleness branding upon her, scars eternally remaining. Experiences constantly haunting her, nightmares forever grabbing at her. Out by a porch, Cyra sitting in a recliner chair, enjoying a book at the moment. Longness since the last time, her old friend in awareness on her pastime activities, suggesting in picking one up on the way.

Armor shimmering underneath the light of the sun, eyes of the past. Reality of harshness, a devil forcing against its rationality. Taking her stand once again, rising to the challenges. A threat of grandness approaching, uncertainty in her chances. A heart refusing in relenting, pressure of intensity. A few nights at an in, no less she is requiring. Wanting in letting it all out, dissipating her stress and sorrow. Working for too long, never an ending. Falling deeper into despair, a pattern no doubt resulting in terribleness in the end. Setting her troubles to rest, this of importance. A way in combatting Ultima, her mind of clearness of necessity. Resolving countless conflicts, another waiting in taking its place. Gazing ahead, witnessing Argent racing around the grassy yard. Happiness of the child, that one of smallness collecting bugs. Faintly smiling, glancing to her right, feeling her old friend approaching.

"You know you don't have to worry about him." Valor speaks, walking up to the side of the halfbreed.

One of her own in days so long ago, cherishing her child. Hope of faintest, holding onto it. Yearning for freedom, wings of hurtfulness. Wishing for a life of betterment for her daughter, desperation at hand. Planning in place, a way in grasping that endless sky. A solution in giving one of littleness a life she can never have, everything slipping out of her hands. Horribleness of the experience, wishing in righting that wrong. Suspicion in mind, fearfulness within. That deity extending a cup of tea towards her, one trying his best, actions of smallness but meaningfulness. Setting aside the book on the table, taking hold of the cup with both her hands. Lowering the object, gazing upon it, her vision of gentleness. Thoughtfulness of her companion, even in the older days. Times no longer there, but certainly a possibility existing in making it a reality again. Desires of deepness, numerous driving her way, coming closer towards it. Maintaining her heart of softness, despair of greatness, but this is okay.

"I know, I just remember keeping an eye on Maria whenever she went out to see what animal would come and visit. It is a force of habit." Cyra informing him.

Days constantly within her memories, one continuously racing out. Animals of her daughter's friends, warmness in those experiences. Horribleness not far from them, hatred at her depths. Wishing for more, desiring in escaping. Unable in screaming out, power inside of a seal. Incapability of freeing herself, enduring painfulness everyday. Light existing inside the blackest of darkness, holding onto words of dearness. Parental instincts of naturalness, even if the child is not of her own. Valor understanding this, his companion teaching him this. Valuableness in his time with her, a god not having a family. Learning much over the numerous years, down to the simplest things.

"Heh, I understand."

Beating of deepness, simpleness in the presence of the other. Horribleness leading to freedom, actions of worth. A chance in claiming what is within, forcing against the rationality of others. Staining her soul in corruption, treading within the farthest of abyss. Eyes of warmness upon one another, malevolence calming from her, some happiness of existence. Continuously thinking his old friend is there, correctness of it. Unwavering beliefs, faith not in disappointment. Constantly falling, willing in standing back up. That smallest of light leading his path, believing those times of a possibility once more.

"By the way Valor, no gambling, mainly because you are terrible at it." Cyra firmly speaks.

"Oh come on, how bad did the last one go?" he questions, shrugging at her.

One of strictness, habits of the past. Eye of sharpness, keeping her old friend in line. Incapability of limitation, conflict of needlessness. Sternness in her approach, caring of his safety. Childishness of her old friend, his stance of familiarity. Disbelief of her expression, a deity thinking it of a possibility in pulling one over her. Friends for years, actions of expectance. An addiction problem, her stance remaining the same. Two of closeness, those watching out for the other. Days of the past, events reflecting to her decision. Softness within, hardness on the outside.

"I had to pay off your debt before you were hunted down." Aggravation expressing from her tone.

Unforgettableness of the past, one defending her companion. Taking his debt onto herself, naturalness of her action. Voice of dissatisfaction, lecturing that deity. Horribleness of the habit, damaging no less. Smallness of squabbles, two continuing onward together. One of firmament learning from her, admiring her for so long. Feelings far within, words remaining inside of a lock. Meaning of understanding, a wrong in righting. A companion of nearness, that devil constantly assisting him.

"And I am eternally grateful for that." He smiles at her.

" Please, just no gambling." Cyra sighing, holding the side of her head, looking away.

"Fine..." He reluctantly complies.

Wind of freeness, wings of shakiness. Falling below, tides of harshness. Drowning in despair, opposing the reason of others. Reaching for the faintest light, tears spilling in the void. Continuously reaching for the smallest chance, minuscule of the possibility. Enough in pushing, seeking times of yore. Pleasantry so long ago, hopefulness of it once again. Challenges at hand, one constantly rising, resistance strongly persisting. Positioning his arms in a thinking posture, that maiden glancing to him. In awareness on his persistence, an idea coming to his mind. Turning to her, raising his index finger.

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"And no extreme skydiving with Argent." Her unamusing gaze upon him.

Mood of brightness fading from the deity, casting away into the depths of blackness. A mind reader he is thinking, no less, that halfbreed knowing of his childish tendencies. Friends for numerous years, those learning of one another. No matter of the parting, closeness never leaving. Forever waiting, wishing for a miracle. That time coming along again, a way in making deep desires into an actuality. One of most importance, innumerable existing. A devil willing in crushing down her enemies, staining her soul in corruption. A god following, valuableness of him.

"Oh come on! Then what else is fun?!" he gestures his hands towards her.

Putting her foot down, ensuring the safety of the child. Motherly instincts, an experience never going away. A mistake long ago, selfishness guiding her path. Death taking her own, returning for her daughter, failure of the result. A thousand years of torture, awakening once more. Reaching for her farthest desire, wishing in righting her wrong of old. Two clashing wishes, trying to doboth. Searching for own in between the living and the dead, suspicion in mind. Fearfulness of greatness, warmness of the possibility. Traveling with her old friend, patience continuously residing. An extra child upon her one can say, her watchful eye over him. Excitableness, adventurous of him. Lovableness of that side, two meeting underneath a tree so long ago.

"Take him out fishing." She looks towards Argent.

Moving in this abyss of loneliness, vision on the dream. An alternative of a chance, feelings flowing free for a moment. That temple far below, a night of dreadfulness. Shouting her soul, confronting one of horridness. Shutting him down, hatred breaking free. A trial not long after, greed driving her onward. Reclaiming armor of yore, Lævateinn evolving. Blood boiling, a threat at hand, a demon rising to the conflict. A reprieve upon her, conversation of blissfulness with her companion. Valor facing the child, that one of smallness engrossing in his new hobby. Numerous bugs, amazement in it. That god slightly looking away, wanting to do his own thing. That young woman never allowing for it, recklessness of his idea.

"Aww...fine..." He unwillingly agrees.

A gift of dearness still hiding away, uncertainty in holding it. Crimson still within her memory, dearness of it. Wishing in doing so, time not of rightness. Relishing in these simpler experiences, forcing ahead in the blackest of darkness. Light of the faintest, this no less enough in pushing. Argent turning in the direction of the devil, running up to her. Those old friends gazing upon him, witnessing his collection of bugs. A container in the direction of the maiden, excitement inside of his eyes. Her vision on his catch, countless roaming about, crawling up the glass. Differences in boys, fascination in the most unpleasant things. Supporting his new hobby, innocence within it.

"Oh? You caught quite a bit." She pleasantly states.

"Yeah! Can I keep them?" he questions in excitement.

"Of course. Hey, Argent, do you want to go fishing with Valor?" Cyra questions.

"That sounds like fun! Will you come too?" he bounces up and down.

Days within memory, her own having requests. Unable to do much, wishing in giving more. One of highness of the answer, a path of clarity. Biting her fear, planning in place. Factors outside of her control, her daughter following them. Freedom of the wind, power no longer inside of a seal. Dreadfulness upon her old friend, descending below. Materializing once more, clashing against the Dark Knight, unleashing frightening potential. Words of gentleness, a mother at the base. Equivalence of a failure, a regrettable experience. A chance once more, that child not having his own family, integrating into his new life. Cyra thinking on his question, a boy around his age possibly preferring in engaging with those similar to himself.

"Come now, I am certain you will have no fun with me there." She assures him.

"Not true! You two are a blast together, I can't stop laughing haha." He brightly smiles.

"Hehe, okay-okay." Cyra smiling at him.

A realm of lawlessness, two of differing worlds. Possibilities once of endlessness, heaven and earth meeting twice in times of yore. Blissfulness in the occurrence, freedom in the wind. Smiling of brightness, a moment no less. Dreadfulness setting in, painfulness of grandness. Seeking days of old, a father and daughter searching in the blackest of darkness. Hatred at their depths, answers slowly revealing. Standing from the recliner chair, sipping her tea. A rest never coming, enjoyableness of the activity. Gazing upon the one of smallness, lowering her cup.

"Better get ready then, we will leave shortly." Cyra informing him.

"Okay!" Argent quickly running off.

Worlds once within her palms, mysteries of vastness. Those venturing far, breaking rules of naturalness. Secluding their presence, a Tyrant knowing of it. Holding his hand, strictness on his daughter, yet softness as well. Reason of his own, allowing her in going so far. Untrusting of a deity, one of closeness going away. Acting after so long, learning of the one behind the incident. A mother giving her life for her child, a family of three tearing apart. Confronting the demon after numerous years, hostility still in existence. Ultima on their way, the end of days approaching. Valor resting his vision on his old friend, that child clearly affecting her. Unable in saving her own, that young woman giving another a chance in succeeding.

"The kid is growing on ya huh." Valor faintly smiling, propping his arms behind his head.

Coldness on the exterior, tenderness within. A heart of softness, one pushing onward as herself. Armor of gold upon her, shimmering underneath the light of the sun. That crimson cape of nobility on the lower half of her back, one rising once again. Grimness of the situation, a hand of guidance. Incapability of denying his words, gazing into the vastness of the blue sky. Warmness upon her, gentleness of the refreshing breeze. A wonderful day in progress, enjoying life at a pace of slowness. Hope within the darkness, words eternally staying true.

"Indeed, though sometimes I think I sound like an overprotective sister." Cyra smiling, glancing to him.

"Meh, with me around, that might be a good idea haha." Valor leaning a bit towards her.

"Hehe, so true." She pleasantly agrees.

Joyfulness within his presence, times of the past inside of her memories. Desiring events of yore, forcing onward, opposing the rationality of others. A curse of an existence, unwillingness in enduring. A voice once stifling, shouting her soul. Resolve feverishly igniting, anger at her core. Emotions boiling, rising to the surface. Resting after so long, embracing in these simpler experiences. Argent shortly meeting with Cyra and Valor outside of the inn, some fishing equipment in his arms. One raring in going, excitement of clearness within his eyes. Pausing for a bit, realizing fishing is an activity outside of his understanding.

"By the way, how do I fish?" he props his head in confusion.

Infinite in mystery the realms are, one once enjoying the vastness of it. Pain on her, everything slipping through her fingers. Frustration at her depths, a night of horridness. Two walking away from the other, words inside of a lock. That one from the land remaining below, the one of firmament flying away. Sadness of greatness, horribleness of it. Innumerable years going by, that chance of a possibility once more, to reclaim those happiest days. Kneeling to the child, placing a hand upon his shoulder. Confusion in the eyes of the one of smallness, looking into her own. Children filling with exhilaration, realizing in lateness of their incapability in doing certain activities.

"It is quite simple. I will teach you, and then you can go fish with Valor." Cyra smiling at him.

"Cool! Okay!" he bounces a bit in excitement.

"What am I? Chopped liver here?" Valor speaks in disbelief.