Those knowing about her, a knight once from Valice. Her feats out in the battlefield, someone able to turn the smallest chance into an actuality. Building her name, countless learning about her.

An individual fleeing, her reputation in the mud. This development before the man, his unsettling eyes. Walking over to a person by the bridge to the ship, questioning them on the information.

"It is as she says. Atlalune is no longer a traitor, and as such, the weight she holds has now been restored." Folding his arms.

"I believe that should be enough evidence." The maiden facing the man, gesturing her hand to him.

Once serving Valice, faithfully doing so. Her devotion to protect the princess, her many missions outside. Everything slipping away from her, that mercenary wandering in darkness for a long time.

A bright individual coming into her life, taking her back to those pleasant times. Not allowing her to suffer, standing as her shield. Flint biting his lower lip, shortly turning to the knight.

"Tell me this, why personally come here? I would figure you'd not be willing to go back to the Kingdom of Valice, whether or not your name was cleared." His hand to his chin.

"You're right, I don't give a damn about them. Aside from our common goal at the moment, I came here, because I am Sol's knight. Family, enemies, it does not matter. If she feels fear, I will stand as the barrier in the way." Her hand to her chest, sharply looking at him.

An empty shell for years, her guiding hatred. Searching for a dark dragon, that enemy constantly moving. A researcher giving her hope, shining light into her life. Two growing closer over the passing time, floating together in an endless stream.

That person identifying Tiamat's location, these connecting pieces to the maiden. Opposing her foes, protecting this important one to her. Happiness to the mage, her quickly beating heart.

"You should really stay out of personal matters. Anyway, we should continue this conversation at her home." The man gesturing to the maiden.

"Fine, but don't try anything." Folding her arms, her suspicious eyes on him.

Dealing with many sorts, witnessing their true colors. Those springing traps at a vulnerable moment, that maiden wondering on his angle. Glancing to her partner, seeing her unease. Visualizing scenarios, a few to her mind.

Shortly following the few, the researcher staying close to her knight. Eventually coming upon a walkway, twin large gates ahead of them. A wide field on the other side, a garden lining to the mansion in the back.

"I should have been firm on charging you..." Atlaune whispering to the young woman.

"Are you serious right now?" her humorless gaze on the maiden.

"Yep." Smiling at her, playfully poking the noble-woman's cheek.

The sighing mage, shaking her head in disbelief. An individual at their meeting, money driving their direction. Her purpose for it, using it to fuel her hatred. Seeking after a dark dragon, an image never leaving her mind.

Her steadily changing course, that researcher with the eyes of the sun. A pure person shining light onto her path, setting her flames anew. The knight's willingness to burn away at her soul, refusing to allow past events to repeat.

The soon opening gates, these few entering in. Smaller animals running by, some workers around the corners. Making their way inside the building, standing on the bottom floor.

The granite floor, statues lining the sides. Pictures on the walls, some plants at the ends. Smaller details throughout, each identifying the high lifestyle of the nobles.

"Now then, I also know you are a mercenary. Name your price, and I will pay it." Flint's hand on his waist.

"Which part don't you get? I am Sol's knight. Mercenary or not, I will never abandon her." Some anger from her eyes.

Working for the highest payer, making certain exceptions. Nearing her goal, her reason towards it coming to a conclusion. Her path at the end, choosing to go along with her companion.

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This individual continuously providing options, taking her back to those happier times. That noble-woman's warming heart, this steady beating within her chest. The older woman stepping forward, her stern vision on the maiden.

"I can assure you, you have no idea how powerful this family is." Gesturing her hand to the mercenary.

"Am I supposed to be afraid?" her hand on her waist.

"I hope it would not have come to this." Flint stepping forward, holding a light crystal forward.

"You gave our family treasure to him?" Sol alarmingly covering her mouth.

"You could have mentioned about a god..." Atlalune stepping back, her defensive stance.

"It is a family rule to conceal it until it is necessary to use. We never speak about it, and it was never an issue until now. I would have told you if I suspected this would happen..." Uneasily gripping her arms.

A concerning situation, not expecting this development. A weapon up their sleeve, her hasty heart on this reveal. A dangerous set of people, those going against their rule.

Handing the crystal to another, this suspicious situation. Noting her companion's words, analyzing the problem at hand. Her eyes on each member, that foe in front of her. Fitting together new scenarios, one to her mind.

"Now that you have a better understanding, hand over Sol and be on your way." His faint smile on the knight.

"A bargaining chip. Tell me this, was this marriage a way to settle a feud? And by my guess, Sol's family would be destroyed if she does not marry you." Slightly spreading her stance.

"Very perceptive. Yes, that is right. This was the agreement that was made. So, what is your choice? Die fighting a god? Or will you walk away?" swinging out his arm.

"Elade...that was why you gave me the insignia." Closing her eyes.

A mistake from the past, his words to her. These aligning pieces, a man wishing to give another chance. Allowing the maiden to protect what is precious to her, her mind on the item. Shortly reaching into her bag, taking it out.

That Phoenix on it, this strange force from it. Equipping it to her waist, feeling it resonating with her fiery power, her serious vision on her target. Sol sadly looking away, holding her upper arm.

"Lune...I..." Lowering her head.

"I know, there was so much you wanted to say, but kept bottled up in you. Though, as I said. We will drill a few things into your family."

Thinking back to those pieces, a researcher fearing to lose her freedom. Concealing her troubles inside, eventually revealing a bit more. Shackling to her engagement, not wishing for it. Fearing her family, reaching for the slimmest hope.

Keeping their secrets, wanting to scream out. That maiden understanding the situation, her willingness to proceed down her path. The mage's eyes to her companion, a person not backing down. Someone rising to their challenges, acting as her shield.

"You will still continue? Are you mad?" his strict eyes on her.

"I will burn away at my soul, and I will continue to do so to protect what is important me. Now come, bring your god." Standing on her side.

A heart riding along in an endless wave, her flames inside. This feverishly extending, refusing to fail again. Running down her path, feverishly extending her hand. Trying to grasp what is within, not allowing a pure one to suffer.

Taking on this weight, feeling the heavy pressure in the room. That man unleashing the power of the crystal, a light shining within the area. Its energy wrapping around the knight, trapping her in a white space. Her attention around her, seeing the countless mirrors, hearing the enemy's echoing voice.

"You will never find your way out of there, Atlalune."

A difference from the rest, feeling the great force from a god. Unable to locate them, a foe somewhere in this vast realm. That Iconoclast in between dimensions, her vision on the problem.

Slightly scowling, locking onto the deity in this place. Shifting her gaze below, watching the maiden heading onward. Someone not giving in, tightly holding onto what is inside of her.

Bearing witness to her path, these burning emotions from the mercenary. The knight passing through a mirror, stepping into a fiery hell. Swirling flames around her, Phoenix moving through it. This bird shortly flying above, expanding its mighty wings.

"You continue to use my power, selfishly pursuing your desires. If you carry on down this path, ruin will come because of you." Their sharp voice on her.

"If that is to come, then fine. Now tell me, where is Sol?" standing on her side, directing a knife at the deity.

Gaining the power of gods, using it towards her own aim. A soul once in silence, unable to do anything. Trying to sound her spirit, everything slipping away from her.

Eventually gaining Phoenix's strength, steadily reclaiming her past. Her feverish resolve, forcing onward in the madness. A night eternally with her, these frustrating sentiments within her.

"Is it really Sol you see, or is it someone else?" another voice in the space.

This echoing entity, his words rushing through her. Her hand to her chest, these feelings inside of her. Steadily moving on, another in her life. Choosing her, relishing in happier times. Slightly looking away, soon proceeding forward.

Passing through the harsh fire, making her way to another mirror. Her eyes on it, her distant gaze. Emotions at her depths, this trial towards her. Two souls in one, her mind on it. Walking forward, entering the object.

Shortly finding herself on the other side, Titan standing tall. Bringing defeat to this second god, taking their power, using it towards her goal. That one reaching down, tightly grabbing her in their hand. Holding her close, mightily roaring at her.

Flames extending from her, her spreading fire. Scorching the entity, hearing its screams. This foe dropping her, the maiden landing below. Someone needing her help, a person bringing joy back into her life.

"You might sound like you are doing this for Sol. Though, aren't you really doing it for princess Estelle?" the light deity's voice ringing through her.