Never thinking on it much, her mind on a single point. Desiring to complete her wish, striking down countless in the way. This nearing moment, waiting years for it. Proceeding as herself, embracing what is inside of her.
Accepting the weight of her sins, her damning path. Meeting a precious person, these warm feelings to her heart. The researcher facing her, leaning forward a bit, holding her hands behind her back.
"Why not continue to be my guard while I do my research? After all, are you not my knight?" her bright smile at the maiden.
A knight to another, a new purpose in her life. Reclaiming the passion within her, living those simple days again. A way to continue this, her mind on the possibility.
Something more growing between them over the passing time, her determination to protect this person. Failing one in the past, those experiences with her. A second chance to her, tightly holding on this time.
"Yeah, I think I will like that. It will be fun." Atlalune grinning at them, lowering her arms.
Her world in darkness for a long time, rage carrying her forward. A sun coming in, shining her light on her path. Revealing a road, a way out of her despair.
The noble-woman moving to her companion's side, happily looping the maiden's arm around her own. These warm emotions, relishing in them again. Cherishing this pure one, not repeating her mistakes.
For a long time, I thought those days would never come again. And now, just like that, they are here again. This time, I will ensure to protect what is important to me.
An individual from the slums, making her way higher. Gaining recognition from Rona, that commander taking her under her wing. A moment leading to a valuable meeting, a knight devoting herself to the princess.
Their close bond, those growing sentiments over the passing time. Unable to save her, everything slipping away in a fiery hell. Wandering in sorrow for years, another coming into the mercenary’s life, shining light on her road.
"Anyway, first off, we have to drill a few things into your family." Her hand behind her head.
"Right, let's get going!" Sol's joyous voice, fondly pressing against the maiden.
A new venture with another, walking down her route. Tightly holding on this time, refusing to let go. Her enemies in mind, awaiting their arrival. A situation currently on her hands, not repeating her mistake from the past.
These two continuing onward, eventually finding themselves on a ship out of Valice. Deep out into the sea, the noble-woman sitting down on a bench. Atlalune seating herself next to her, resting her wrists on her knees.
"I have to thank you." The maiden looking into the vast blue sky.
"Why?" the researcher tilting her head to her partner, her hand to her chest.
"If I didn't meet you, I'd likely have remained a traitor, and still had to hide my face." Glancing to her.
"I did not do much...if anything, you helped me a lot, and are still doing so." Sol embarrassingly looking away.
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"Do not sell yourself short. Bottom-line is, I could not have gotten this far without you." Extending her hand, patting the mage's shoulder.
Carrying her burdens, enduring her sorrows. Keeping her mind on her goal, not able to get far. A chance encounter with a person, that individual taking her a long way.
A bright young woman, her quirky nature. Someone shining light into the darkness, her passion out in the field. A coming conflict, the maiden waiting for it. Her high suspicions on the one linking to it all, her boiling blood.
"We both helped each other, I could not have gotten out of that cell without you. And you took me this far, I guess we can call it even." Her slightly red face, resting herself against her companion.
"Heh, fair enough." Wrapping her arm around the mage.
Steadily moving on, finding her way with another. These warm sentiments to her heart, cherishing her time with this pure one. Feeling the gentle flowing breeze, some slight sounds in the distance. Their days going by, relishing in the presence of the other.
Enjoying smaller activities, some small squabbles. The maiden riling up her partner, getting out many responses. Two underneath the crimson light, looking over the sea. The noble-woman holding onto her companion's arm, bracing against the knight.
"We will arrive tomorrow..." Sol's unsettling voice.
"Do not worry. I promise, everything will be fine." Glancing to her, softly smiling.
These words to the mage, some ease coming to her. Her eyes on the bleeding moon, its beautiful light shining down on the water. Two within its presence, the sounds from the ocean waves to her attention. Settling herself, focusing on the current point.
Enjoying the dusk with one to her heart, passing along the time with her knight. The next day, their eventual arrival at a port in a city. Both standing at the edge, looking down at a few at the bottom, an older woman strictly looking at the researcher.
"U-um..." Sol uneasily gripping her arms, her eyes to her side.
"You have to have more confidence in yourself. Plus, I am here to help ya as well." Her vision on her companion, placing her hand on her waist.
Family troubles, her awareness on it. A difficult scenario to deal with, her failure in the past. Taking that lesson, correcting her mistake. Not allowing another to fall, carefully proceeding down her direction.
Those companions making their way below, shortly before the few. The older woman stepping forward, her stern expression on the mage. The breeze a bit heavy around them, some birds flying by.
"It is about time. Sol, we cannot allow you to be a researcher for Valice any longer. You only barely made it out five years ago. If you get blown to bits, then whatever bargaining chips we have would be thrown out the window." Her hand on the side of her head.
These similar occurrences, those condemning others to a life of displeasure. An individual loving to travel, her goal to unravel the mysteries of the Iconoclast. Detailing many things, keeping her countless findings. Someone wishing to soar, to see the vast world.
That maiden's stern expression, holding back herself for now. Her attention to a man walking forward, his high standing. His brown hair and green eyes, a black suit on him.
"Lady Sol, it is a pleasure to meet you. I am your fiancé, Flint." Bowing to her.
Deciding it without her, choosing to go along with their plan. These memories to the knight, her increasing rage. Watching someone slowly losing her little freedom, not wishing to do so again. The young woman uneasily moving away, her hands to her chest.
That knight stepping forward, acting as her shield. Reaching into her bag, taking out the Royal Insignia. The older woman's confusing eyes on the mercenary, this strange situation to her.
"What does this mean?" folding her arms, her serious vision on the maiden.
"This is a direct order by king Elade. In short, it means this marriage is null, and Sol is free." Atlalune's calm vision on her.
"This is ridiculous, why would the king concern himself with something like this?!" swinging out her arm.
"An order is an order." Shrugging at the woman.
A man wishing to make some amends, giving an insignia the knight. Great weight with it, a way to stop the marriage. The noble-woman surprisingly looking at her companion, thinking back to her words outside the throne room.
Someone planning to spring a trap, her confidence in her success. The mage's settling heart, her soft smile. Moving closer to her partner, happily clinging to her.
"Wait a minute...I recognize you. Atlalune, traitor to the Kingdom of Valice. That insignia could be stolen or a fake." Flint stepping forward, folding his arms.
"I would imagine it will take some time for word to spread. Though, I am no longer a traitor. Cleared my name a few days ago." Her hand on her waist.