A knight making her decision, charging into the jaws of death. Trying to bring forward a miracle, everything slipping out of her hands. A dark dragon setting fire to Valice, eventually flying away into the dusk.
Searching for it for years, its location in the wind. Enemies able to call down a terrifying foe from anywhere, a beast capable of leveling nations.
Suspecting the person behind the attack, needing to discover its current point. This night, in the Kingdom of Valice. People about, an attack five years prior still shaking them. Barely making it out, a war still on them.
Losing their bargaining piece, awaiting their destruction. Their leader concerning with a mercenary, these unsettling sentiments within them. In the throne room, Rona standing before the king.
"It appears Ishra has defected to Atlalune, this was an unforeseen event." Folding her arms.
A knight racing down her path, her willingness to damn countless. Reaching after what is within, yearning to bring meaning to the demise of one. Defeating deities, harnessing their powers.
Her direction to Valice, this unsettling development. Trouble on other ends, difficulties on multiple points. A kingdom steadily moving towards ruin, their enemies closing in on them.
"Given that she has the power of three deities, what is your order?" Rona positioning her arms in a thinking posture.
"For now, we let her come in and see what she is after here. There are other concerns for now." Tapping the side of his chair.
"Very well, then I will use this chance to properly prepare." The commander bowing to him.
Her greatest student, someone continuously surpassing her expectations. An individual reminding of herself, her devotion to one. That maiden never stopping, desiring to see her goal through to its end.
Unable to permanently take her off the board, this mercenary returning in a feverish frenzy. Rona shortly leaving the area, eventually making her way far below to a secret room. A portal in front of her, the king of Laquel on the other side. A man in his fifties, his calm blue eyes.
"Atlalune will be here in three days. This is a good opportunity to attack Valice, and wipe her out along with it. Send in the god of lightning Taranis, he should be a good counter to her abilities." Rona's serious eyes.
"This is taking far too long to silence Valice. If things continue to go like this, you will be required to step in and kill Atlalune." His sharp vision on her.
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"I have already known this for a long time, but I would rather avoid it if I can. For now, it is best to stick to the plan." Her hand on her waist.
"Alright, I will release Taranis." Sighing in some frustration.
Her action five years prior, springing a trap on the maiden. Someone surviving an ambush, making it back to Valice. Acting on her secondary plan, pinning the death of the princess on the knight.
Many trying to execute her, that person pushing through. Her determination not to fall, desiring to find the god responsible. That dragon still in her mind, one in the wind.
The next morning, out in the sea. In the lower quarters of the vessel, the researcher resting in bed. Her high fever, twisting and turning. Her steadily opening eyes, sitting up.
A sneeze coming from her, placing her hand on her forehead. Feeling hands on her shoulders, her eyes shifting to her guard. The maiden gently moving her back down to the pillow, covering her with the blanket.
"Lune...?" her confusion at them.
"It was one hell of a battle and storm last night, looks like you caught something. Take it easy until we get to Valice." Sitting down on the edge of the bed.
"I can't just lie around in bed all day..." Her conflicting tone.
"Well, looks like you will have to. Rest, I'll get some medicine from my bag." The mercenary standing up, faintly grinning in her direction.
A strange occurrence this day, the noble-woman wondering on it. Sol sitting up in her bed, watching the maiden heading off to the corner of the room. That mercenary kneeling, shortly rummaging through her bag. Thinking on the previous night, words from her companion.
Two souls in one, a knight to them. Another chance to protect her, that individual her own person. Eventually finding the medicine in a lower pouch, her distant mind. Soon walking back to the mage, sitting down at the edge of the bed. Pouring some out on a spoon, extending it to the young woman.
"You're...behaving kind of weird, Lune..." The researcher shyly looking away, her hands to her chest.
"I am your guard, part of it is ensuring you do not succumb to a sickness." Slightly pulling away.
"Yes, but...isn't this a bit too much?" Sol softly smiling at her.
These warm sentiments to her heart, her uncertainty on the happenings the last night. A shift in her guard, her quickly beating chest. Her slightly reddening face, this person going far.
Thinking on her previous offer, someone trying to aid her with her family troubles. A job outside of their agreement, an individual willing to go beyond. Her feverish resolve, embracing her imperfections and selfish desires.
"Ya know what? You're right, you're fine." Atlalune standing up, tossing the spoon out the open window.
Feigning her agreement, playing on the situation. The shrugging maiden, this one walking away. These simple emotions, relishing in them again. A reason behind them, the mage sharing similar traits to another.
Those pure eyes of the sun, a person shining light onto her dark path. An unbelievable situation to the researcher, her alarming vision to the knight.
"You sure flipped the script quickly on a sick person!" her clear displeasure.
Tears once in silence, carrying on alone in her sorrow. Another coming into her life, lifting a great weight off her shoulders. This one sharing her soul with someone else, two individuals in one. A way to save the noble-woman, the princess doing so.
Gaining her freedom from it, accepting this life belonging to another. Remaining in the shadows, allowing the mage to lead her own way forward.
The maiden stopping, turning to her friend, laughing at them. The young woman's rising emotions, soon facing away. Lying down, pulling the blanket over her, her hasty heart.
"Heh, you two really are one..." Atlalune faintly smiling.