These tormenting feelings, seeking what is within. A past in the shadows, those from above having a tight grip. Her deep rage, refusing to follow along, fragments inside of her. Wishing to make sense of them, one providing an opportunity. Jumping on it, this faint light on her path.
Racing in a black abyss, those reliable companions at her side. A grim conflict, enemies elsewhere. Making their way to an icy realm, a place without warmth, Niflheim on display. The falling branches, objects breaking against the land. Trailing along its chilling reality, Helheim revealing.
A realm of the dead, this endless hell. A tormenting world, the many scattering items, screams filling a battlefield. The lingering bloody stench, a place not for the feint of heart. The young woman noting a strange occurrence, her sharp vision on her surroundings. Shortly setting up camp, needing to understand her condition.
Eventually residing from a distance, her attention on the moon. Something missing, wondering on it. Her deep dread, her distant gaze. Kain sitting by a fire, the others with him. Their visions to her, feeling unease from her. One keeping to herself, her kind heart leading them onward.
"There must be familiar memories all around." Kain slightly looking away.
Her presence not in acknowledgment, that normal object. Her hazy memories, these lingering fragments. Needing to meet with one, her goal in mind. This terrible war around her, those with her. Lives in her hands, seeking out her freedom.
Martha gazing at the maiden, wondering on her dread. Those not remembering their past, understanding some of her sorrow. Their leader's morale affecting their own, this familial connection between them. Concerning with her, wanting to do something more.
"If we can find this person, perhaps things will go back to normal for her." Martha looking into the fire.
These simple feelings, sharing in agony. Following one into danger, trusting in her. Their linking sentiments, unable to do anything. This frustrating Kain, the man looking away a bit. Cruelty from the gods, hatred for them.
A faint light at the end of this path, warmth from the past. Those distant memories, painfully reaching for them. Emily walking onward, her friends gazing at her. The chilling breeze, death lingering in the air. That young woman noticing someone, glancing behind. Seeing the person, their hands behind their back.
"You remember something?" Emily's soft voice.
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Streaming lines, these tormenting waves. Washing away in its terrible force, fighting against the harsh tides. Screaming out, sinking below. Hands reaching in, pulling her to the surface. Mysteries from yore, those kind individuals currently with her.
Appreciating her worrying friends, her problems within. Slightly looking down, the blurry image of a person to her mind, this familiar feeling. Shifting her attention above, something not right. A difference in the moon, noting this point. Wondering on it, reaching for smallest light.
"Not really, all I know is that this moon is different. There is this hatred in me, for what it may have been..." Cyra distantly extending her hand to it.
Her never dying sentiments, eternally carrying a burden. Enduring its heavy weight, wanting to know the reason. Fearing it, yet racing down her path. A fragment in her, warmth from it. Those riding along this wind, their direction towards freedom.
A strange young woman, Emily thinking on her message. Gazing above, that normal orb. A light casting down on them, its slightly shifting color. Faintly glowing red, both noticing it. The shortly fading occurrence, that weird display. Glancing to her commander, seeing the distant maiden.
"Maybe it has some connections to your life before this." Emily's index finger to her chin.
Looking a bit back to her friend, her uncertainty within. Unease gripping at the young woman, her hatred for an object. Moving her attention to the moon, trying to visualize her past. Her binding memories, pieces still remaining. A connection from old, these agonizing sentiments.
Seeking to clear her foggy mind, someone able to do so. Her emotions within, blackness surrounding her. Wandering inside of it, others along with her. Having a hard time seeing, those precious individuals guiding her. The trailing shadowy hands, sadness in her heart. Believing in the tiniest light, this always existing.
"Perhaps you are correct. Whatever the meaning is, maybe this person might have those answers." Cyra's slightly grim expression.
"Come on, let's go hang out with the rest, no point in getting worked up. We'll meet this person, and say good bye to these gods." Emily brightly smiling, waving at her.
Pieces within, her certainty from the actions by the gods. Her deep rage, these powerful feelings. Seeking after her past, selfishly reaching after them. Her soft heart, wanting to bring her companions with her towards betterment.
A moon hiding secrets, that faint red glow from it. The young woman faintly smiling, turning to the angel. This pure person, taking on responsibility for her squad, acting as an elder sister.
"Yes, we can concern ourselves with this later." The maiden gently agreeing, her hand to her chest.
"That's the spirit!"
Wandering in blackness, this family around her. These warm sentiments, those kind hands, appreciating them. An excitable one, watching Emily running off. That pleasant person, the young woman shaking her head in disbelief.
Relishing in those nice feelings, seeing the angel turning from afar, waving at her. Nodding in agreement, Cyra following along. Shortly sitting by the fire, these people around her. Listening to them, hearing their laughter. Her gratefulness to them, yearning to give something more to them.
My friends...you are making a great gamble following me. I cannot guarantee your safety, but I will try to have each of you free from this madness. Maybe then we can all truly sit down, and enjoy life at a slower pace...