Those once together, their little problems. Challenges at times, nothing serious, a bright individual. Colorful hearts, these simple feelings. A servant of the church, traveling through the lands. Completing requests, proceeding in her path. Limiting interactions, not wishing for attachments. Unable to avoid this, two meeting underneath the light of the crimson moon. A growing bond, cherishing one another. A dangerous line of work, that companion worrying about the young woman. Words not settling her, yet understanding the reason. Those loving their direction, believing in their way. Foolishness in it, that maiden learning this, losing everything. A sly church, concealing information in the shadows.
Stringing along countless, eliminating many drawing close. Forcing that innocent one everywhere, her pain, her sorrow. Her pure sentiments, not wanting much. Never stopping individuals, constantly progressing. Uncertainty in their goal, this boiling anger, fighting against former allies. Once part of their ranks, becoming a monster. Embracing her imperfections, selfishness guiding her way. A passing day, the warm shining sun. Individuals far away from the city, planning their next action. Flowing blades of grass, some large rocks around. Trees in the distance, animals about. Two sitting behind a rock, that map on the ground. The distant maiden, thinking of her companion.
"I hope things weren't too bad..." The young man slightly looking away.
"We did what we had to, minimizing the damage. There is no time to concern ourselves with them." That maiden studying the structure of the land.
"Right...tell me, what is it that you are after? Last I read, you were more of a loner." His vision on her.
Those earlier days, keeping to herself. Making little contact, even amongst her own. Walking down her path, a hindrance in attachments, guiding others at times. Ascending through the ranks, meeting expectations. Going above at moments, becoming one of their best. Encountering an innocent girl, that bleeding moon shining down its light. An unlikely occurrence, two from different worlds. A forming friendship, something more growing. Not understanding much at first, this one brightening her way. Their deep bond, adjusting her schedule. Returning home more, those simple events. Wanting them again, lowering her head. That young man noticing, pulling back a bit.
"The church did something that they will not walk away from..." Her frustratingly shaking fists.
"Sorry...I should not have intruded..." His head below.
Blackness consuming her, her shifting form. A body capable of performing the nigh impossible, her grand threats. Refusing to remain in silence, keeping her vision on her goal. Her powerful foes, one within their grasp. Her short time, needing to hurry. The flowing breeze, her attention above. Far away, that cathedral containing her enemy, its proud structure. Deep below, a damp prison. Little light in it, some corpses lining the walls. This foul stench, that innocent person in a cell. Some injuries on her, a little tearing in her red dress. Her vision on the leader, his hands behind his back, standing on the other side.
"This is what foolishness leads to, your imprisonment. Out there a monster is rampaging, all for one." His calm tone.
"These are normal emotions, everything happening has been entirely preventable." Her hand to her chest, her slightly stern eyes.
"Indeed, if only you two did not oppose the church." Exhaling from him.
Supporting that individual, one following through on her path. Sweeping away with the fire, her punishment in this. These true colors, experiencing it herself. Numerous not knowing, those pulling their strings. Leading countless, holding them in the palm of their hands. A preventable conflict, normal emotions. One breaking free from her confinement, raising arms against a great power. Her unrelenting resolve, that hazel one aiding in the smallest ways. Diverting some attention, assisting her partner. Success in it, a man casting her away into this cell.
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"Why did you do what you did?" Armand’s serious gaze.
"I would do anything for Isa..." Looking down a bit, gripping her upper arm.
A faithful individual, aiding in her own way. Her companion's path, assisting from her confinement. Enduring cruelty, not giving in. Hope within her once more, that one out there. Opposing this madness, believing in her way. Coming for one from the past, shouting her soul. Blackness staining her, her feverishly resisting heart. Those not within the presence of one another, yet able to provide something to the other. Unable to do anything more, Elina’s quickly beating chest. Warmth in this, seeing light in the deepest of darkness. Two continuing their strategizing, sitting behind the rock. This open field, flowing blades of grass. That young man pointing at the Temple of Seres, trailing it to their location on the map.
"This temple is our destination, but we have a stronghold not far from our location. Nearby Seres, we can assume Armand is at that cathedral." Zeke tapping down.
"However, given that his destination is likely the temple, we are better off simply going there." Her hand to her chin, looking away a bit.
"Precisely, now then. The question is how we will bring down the stronghold ahead of us." The young man scanning the terrains.
Narrowing down points, their destination towards the Temple of Seres. An area of importance, one having to defend it. A moment to strike, a way in going. Grand foes, each aligning to this. Positioning her arms, thinking on this. Steadily eliminating obstacles, that one remaining on his own. An opportunity in this path, her boiling hatred. Gazing at the structure of the map, recognizing this area. Dangerous animals, their enormous strength. Pointing down at a nearby area to her left, circling the parameter.
"Attacking head on will be foolish. Though, I do remember working some jobs here. The animals are quite ferocious, if we lure them to attack the town, we can use the panic to proceed. However, expect a high number of fatalities." Her calm voice.
Sighing from him, wishing to avoid this outcome. Understanding it, those against a massive power. A relentless individual, pushing ahead, yearning to grasp what is within. Her selfish direction, displaying her imperfections, embracing this. Essentialness in doing so, wanting her happiest days again. A chance in claiming it, rising to her challenges. A clear picture, the young man envision the brutality. His resolve not meeting a similar line, her conviction carrying their path. A necessity in this, a way to achieve his desire. Putting away the map, taking a short reprieve. Bracing back against the rock, that maiden gazing above. Remembering events of old, a nice one to her mind.
A horrific night, displays of the dead. Graves in sight, witches zooming by. Mirrors containing spirits, an unsettling house. A joyful evening, screaming from some, laughter from others. Entering into a room, reflections of two. Both planning this day, something new for them. Taking time off, wanting to spend it with each other. A small action, its massive meaning. Passing by it before, not doing so this year. Darkness around them, Elina hiding behind her companion. A black coat on her, her red shirt, a dark dress wrapping below. That young woman looking around, this interesting scene. Her white coat, her black shirt, her long jeans similar in color.
"I—I am not so sure about this one Isa..." Elina trembling, holding onto the maiden.
"Come on, there is no actual danger here." Faintly smiling, glancing back to her.
"I—I know, but this is too much for me..." Clinging a bit tighter.
"Fine, we can go elsewhere." Sighing from her.
Those living in this simpleness, an event horrifying them. That one out in the field, witnessing malicious occurrences. Echoing screams in her mind, many ferocious monsters. These relentless enemies, her life constantly on the line. This night entertaining her, her partner unable to withstand it. Understanding the difference in their tolerance, suggesting somewhere else. Those two leaving the building, choosing to venture around the town, seeing the sights. Relishing in this bliss, that bright girl.
Those nice days, those pure times. Everything slipping out of her hands, these frustrating feelings. One in sadness, flowers containing her memories. Her echoing voice, listening to her. Enduring cruelty, enemies dictating her direction. Secrets within, secluding information. Numerous following along in naivety, not questioning this grip. Few breaking free, haste from the church, eliminating their threats. Once playing along in their game, thinking on her path in the past. Ripping away livelihoods, some wishing to lead their own way. Opposing the church, a cult of them. Learning the truth, challenging that leader. Defeat coming to her, her life falling apart. Her sullen mood, the young man noticing. Rising to her feet, turning away from him. Afternoon upon them, importance in acting.
"Let us go." Her distant mood, placing her hand on her waist.