A suicidal mission long ago, her willingness to save the princess. That person disapproving of her action, the king allowing her one last chance. Their parting words to the other, everything riding on the line. Their livelihood, those pleasant days.
Enemies holding the board in their hands, yet one opposing their reason. Her fiery emotions, this extending to the current time. The following morning, in Laquel Castle. Rona standing before her king, relaying the situation to him.
"Taranis fell to Atlalune. I must admit, I am surprised she made it out of that one. It is likely I cannot continue to play the ally." Folding her arms.
"To think she would return this much of a threat. This leaves our last chance, prepare for the attack on Valice." His hand resting on the handle of his seat.
"I will immediately do so, and this time, I will deal with her myself." Her hand on her waist.
An individual from the slums, her talent out in the field. Taking the maiden under her wing, guiding her progress. Never imagining this display, a knight constantly rising to her challenges.
Sinking her to the bottom, stripping away everything from her. That mercenary returning, refusing to stay quiet.
Unleashing the burning of her soul, defeating another god. Embracing her imperfections and selfish desires, forcing onward in a feverish frenzy. This morning in Valice, Atlalune in a room.
The maiden getting together her equipment by a dresser, ensuring her supplies. Shortly facing behind, her attention to the large sapphire bed. Sol sitting up, sleepily rubbing her eye, a yawn leaving her.
"You of all people should be resting longer." The researcher stretching, her eyes to her companion.
"I think I can rest more easy when we are on the first ship out of here, this isn't exactly a place I like." Faintly smiling at her.
"I am sure it will get better in time, things are slowly looking up, right?" her hand to her chest, softly grinning at the maiden.
"Well, I am no longer a traitor, so that's a plus." Shrugging at the mage.
"Hehe, I guess this is a start." Sol pleasantly pressing her fingers together.
Relishing in this simpleness, looking at a positive end. The knight's displeasure for the kingdom, enduring it for another. Fatigue still with her, enduring the harsh attacks from the god of lightning.
Overexerting herself, trying to keep ahead of him. Those two shortly making their way to the throne room, their presence before the king.
"It is good to have you again, Atlalune." Gesturing his hand to her.
"Do not get the wrong idea, I am not part of this kingdom any longer. However, I will cooperate, if it means I will get my chance at Rona." Her hand on her waist.
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"The more I think about it, the more I see how she would be able to get her nails in deep. Setting the stage to remove you, this leaving Estelle exposed. And from there, a multilayered plan to account for whether or not you returned alive." Lowering his head.
"Yes, but what I wish to know, is if she was the one who summoned Tiamat. The more I think about it, how the situations played out, the more my suspicion grow." Gripping her upper arm, looking away.
"She hasn't been spotted the last few days, correct?" Sol stepping forward, her finger to her chin.
"Right, if it really was her, she must not want to take a risk with Atlalune. If things check out, she would be planning an attack at this point." Ethan positioning his arms in a thinking posture.
Slowly piecing together the past, accounting for various information. The maiden's firm belief, that convenient night. Her ex-commander pinning the attack on her, that paper to her mind.
Taking on a suicidal mission, her miraculous return. Holding the princess in her arms, the destruction around her. These aligning parts, springing the woman's trap. Learning more years later, her boiling blood.
"Mistakes were made, and now it is time we put a close to those events." The mage's hands to her chest.
An unstable time, a whirlpool of madness on them in the past. Enemies closing in, a solution to stop them. The maiden volunteering for an almost hopeless mission, her determination to save the princess.
Cherishing that person, wanting her to live free. The king looking to the noble-woman, an individual reflecting his late daughter. His faint smile, slightly shifting his attention to his side.
"Either way, knowing her, it will be a bit of time before she makes her move. Until then, I have to help Sol with something back at her home. I will try to get it resolved in a few days." Atlalune folding her arms, her eyes on the king.
"If we catch wind of Rona, a message will immediately be sent out to you." His vision to the knight.
Nodding her agreement, a small window with them. Thinking on her ex-commander's pattern, a few scenarios to her mind. Her uncertainty on the specifics, these unsettling emotions inside of her.
Witnessing that woman's tactics, a skillful person. Her careful steps in the past, an individual teaching the knight much. The maiden carrying those lessons with her, visualizing potential occurrences.
"Atlalune, I have something for you. Please, come closer." The leader's gentle tone.
Her shifting vision, her cautious state. Someone not serving the kingdom any longer, choosing her path away from it. Actions from the past, these still to her mind. Steadily approaching him, Sol confusingly propping her head.
Ethan bracing back against the wall, his vision to the two. That mercenary shortly in front the man, an insignia of the Phoenix in his hand. Extending it to her, the knight taking hold of it.
"I am aware on what you are going to try to do. This insignia holds great weight, with it, it is an absolute order from me. You can use it to save Sol from her marriage." Whispering to her.
"Why are you giving this to me?" her surprise.
"Just a foolish old man trying to make things right. I should have trusted in my daughter's knight, and fought. Instead, I led you down a path to destruction, and Estelle did not have your protection. Our kingdom burned, and everything fell apart..." Sadly looking away.
"I see...you have my thanks..." Atlalune putting the insignia in her bag.
A mistake from the past, not trusting in his daughter's knight. That person's desperation, taking on an unlikely job. Charging into the jaws of death, leaving the princess without her protection. An error leading to catastrophe, their shaky state.
Barely holding on, moving towards their demise. This hope with them once more, an individual able to turn the tides of the war. The maiden soon leaving the area with her companion, those two shortly in front of the other outside the throne room.
"What did he give you?" Sol curiously pressing her index finger to her cheek.
"Just something that will come in handy soon. Either way, he might be a foolish old man, but I can see he is trying to make things right now." Her hand on her waist, slightly looking away.
"That's good to hear. Hey, Lune...what will you do when this is over?" the mage turning away, uneasily gripping her upper arm.
"Don't know, bringing meaning to Estelle's demise was my only goal. Maybe I'll continue being a mercenary." Propping her arms behind her head.