Days long ago, a pure soul coming into the former knight's life. Someone shining light onto her path, a true friend to her. Cherishing that individual, constantly doing her best.
An unlikely encounter leading to more, her heart yearning for those days again. That night, in the Kingdom of Valice, the quiet evening, a few about underneath the silent dusk.
The waves splashing against the surface, crates loading onto ships. From the castle, in the throne room. That king sitting on his seat, his vision to Rona. Her shining white armor, saluting this one before her.
"From what the scouts gathered, Atlalune took Phoenix's power. This should have been impossible, since she cannot use magic." Her unsettling voice.
"Atlalune was a gifted knight, I do not find it hard to believe." The king looking away.
"It sounds like you wish she was still with us." Rona sadly folding her arms.
"I do, but her actions cannot be overlooked. Either way, she did take out a problematic set for us." His eyes to the commander.
A knight from the past, someone surpassing her challenges. Working with her limits, bringing glory to the Royal Order. Continuously pushing, rising stronger than before.
An individual from the slums, talent residing in the most unlikely place. Her growing bond with the princess, two constantly around the other. A betraying blade, this individual taking the light away from his daughter.
"Your order?" Rona's hand on her waist.
"Her sins will never go away, she is to be executed." His hand on the chair handle.
"Very well, it will be done." The commander bowing to him.
That individual from the past, someone once part of the Royal Order. A dreadful night coming, flames scorching the kingdom. An innocent one no more, many still recovering from the loss.
A pure person originally part of their lives, her presence no longer with them. Rona facing away, thinking back to the past. Her way to go forward, holding onto her direction.
The cold night, that bleeding moon shining down its light. The rushing rivers nearby, a forest surrounding her destination.
The commander making her way through, her sharp eyes on her path. Believing in her course, her firm heart. Eventually finding herself in a castle, heading higher to the throne room.
Knights around her, a king sitting on his seat. That woman bowing to him, soon reporting her information, breaking down the concerning areas.
"To bring about the fall of Valice, our main problem is Atlalune." The commander folding her arms.
"From your report, it seems she and Estelle are almost inseparable. I assume you have an idea so that we can kill the princess." The king's serious vision.
"Yes, I do. Atlalune will do anything for the princess, so if it involves something like Estelle's freedom, then the two can be separated." Rona's hand on her waist.
An action long ago, steadily moving Valice towards its doom. A concerning individual, someone seeking after the princess' killer. Everything riding on quelling her, that former knight never stopping.
Her devotion to Estelle, two close friends. Those deep sentiments, her burning emotions. Walking forward, Rona keeping her eye on her goal. Someone finding her own way, tightly holding onto it.
"I wished there was another way Atlalune, I really did..."
A knight once under her, that person originally a sword. Diving into the battlefield, enduring her wounds. Striking down her enemies, grasping what is her own. Eventually meeting a princess, something more coming from it.
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Their deep bond, those pure sentiments between them. In the woods this night, the maiden sitting down by a fire. That noble-woman hiding behind Atlalune, hearing movements around her.
"D--do something Lune!" tears to her eyes.
That former knight's vision behind, seeing her expression. Those eyes of the sun, someone reflecting another. Her similar behavior, this pure innocence underneath the dusk.
The smallest things frightening Estelle, that one having the widest heart. A soul too pure for the world, an individual sweeping away in the cruelty. Thinking back, a memory to the maiden's mind.
The afternoon sun shining down on two, their presence in the garden of the castle. The princess in a black dress, holding onto the maiden's arm.
Listening to this one, hearing about many different topics. Some stressful, others more enjoyable. Offering her small opinions at times, her companion valuing her words.
An iguana shortly rushing by, this alarming Estelle. The pure individual quickly running behind the knight, peeking out, seeing the animal not far.
"At--Atlalune! Kill it!" tears to her eyes.
"No need to go that far, the numbers aren't much here, plus they help keep out some more concerning pests." Her faint smile.
Facing the princess, seeing those tears to her eyes. Someone fearing the most simple things, constantly standing as a guard for many occurrences. Placing a gentle hand on her friend's head, this slowly calming person.
Her shifting eye to the iguana running into a bush, heading on their way. Her settling heart rate, shortly moving to the maiden's side, looping her arm around their own. These two soon continuing onward, resuming their day.
This similar action, a noble-woman fearing the most common things. Seeing the tears in her eyes, begging the maiden to do something about the creatures.
A sigh leaving the former knight, an idea coming to her mind. Reaching into her bag, taking out five knives between her fingers. Throwing them high, those spiraling weapons. Locking onto their locations, piercing down, trapping the area in a net.
Forcefully pushing away everything in the place, a barrier keeping out the animals. The calming researcher, moving to the mercenary's side, happily looping her arm around Atlalune's own.
"You are a handful." The sighing maiden.
"Oh hush!" Sol pouting at her.
A pure soul in the dusk, those bright eyes of the sun. These familiar sentiments, wondering on a coincidence. A quirky individual, having the smallest fear. Two out in the woods, smaller creatures roaming around.
That maiden once living in the slums, enduring cruelty around every corner. Eventually rising through the ranks, finding herself on a higher plane with another. Feeling the gently blowing breeze this night, glancing to the noble-woman.
"Lune, tell me what happened through your perspective." Tilting her head to the mercenary.
"Estelle was my best friend. I was tasked with her protection, but I failed to do so, because I was away on a mission that turned out to be a diversion. When I returned, it was only to hear her last words. And in the heat of the madness, I was framed for her death. Since then, I have been looking for the god that killed her, Tiamat, a dark dragon. A deity from Laquel that constantly changes locations." Lowering her head.
"Tiamat...the night the princess died, that was also the same night I was really injured. I thought I was going to die, but my wounds suddenly healed, and I was up and running. Though, the color of my eyes changed." Her hand to her chest, sadly looking away.
Two souls underneath the dusk, one no longer living, another surviving the encounter. Her changing eye colors, a new life in her hands. Something more within her, these sentiments inside of her, feeling warmth around the maiden.
The former knight noting her words, a strange occurrence in the night. Thinking on the relevance, a miracle to the mage. A different feature, those emotions from the past.
"At least you made it out alive and well." The mercenary's vision to her side.
"Right...can you tell me what the princess was like?" her eyes to the maiden, moving back a bit.
"She could be a bit haughty, was forward to those she knew, but also easily afraid when it came to strangers and nature. Estelle was terrible with magic, but great when it came to research. She used to also get on me for my love of money. A real oddball, a princess choosing to befriend someone from the slums..." Her soft smile.
Missing those days, wanting to be at her side again. The maiden's desperation to save her, going out on a job. Returning to chaos, everything slipping away from her.
Those simple feelings from old, two relishing in it together. Flowing along an endless stream, witnessing their path together. Someone seeing more in the former knight, shining light onto her direction.
"She used to say the moon isn't a curse, a real strange one. I find it hard to believe, since she is dead..." Atlalune gazing at the velvet moon, her sad eyes.
The researcher's hands on her lap, her vision a bit away. Hearing those words, her sullen expression. A heart wishing for the past, someone once happy. Everything going away, a former knight sinking into a lonely abyss.
Carrying her fragments, seeking after one. Yearning to bring meaning to the princess' demise, her path towards it. That mercenary snapping out of her state, soon shifting her eyes to the young woman.
"Anyway, where do you want me to take you?" folding her arms.
"To the Kingdom of Valice." Her hand to her chest, looking to the maiden.
"No way, I will be swarmed by knights as soon as I step foot there." Brushing her off.