Endlessly flowing waves, the young woman's harsh path. Desiring to carve her own way, pushing against the tides. Someone in silence for a long time, an individual living in torment.
Eventually refusing to remain quiet, her sounding soul for all to hear. A person's displeasure for the battlefield, her deep pain. Persisting along her dark road, reaching for the slimmest light, avoiding shadowy hands.
The deity facing her, his hand on his waist, soon extending his other to her. A familiar blurry image to her, this lingering warm sensation. Memories secluding within, the maiden desiring to know, her hasty heart.
"A good friend of mine used to say. There is light in the deepest of darkness." His faint smile.
Tears in the darkness, a heart aching in the depths. Eventually standing up, forcing against her shackles. Pushing onward towards her desires, crushing her obstacles. His message to her, this weird feeling to her.
Her rising emotions, concentrating on a singular point. Springing chains in the abyss, these rushing around her. Shackling her, a powerful seal keeping her in place.
Her deep frustration, wondering on the person in her mind. Following these flowing sentiments, soon walking up to him. Extending her hand, nodding in agreement, shortly shaking his own.
Their attention shifting to the battlefield, devils gathering to their location. An intensifying conflict, two releasing the other. Valor facing ahead, gripping his katana. The chillingly blowing breeze, his doubt, his hesitation no more.
"Let's go, Maria." Glancing back to her.
"Right." She agrees.
"Her memories are clearly sealed...if I break it, I might do more harm than good. For now...just seeing you again is good enough..." Slightly looking away.
Witnessing her resolve from the past, those feverish emotions. His uncertainty on the repercussions, weighing a dangerous possibility. That person with him, an individual without her memories, his happiness with her presence.
Thinking on her escape from the All-Father, wondering on her success. Another likely force, the deity wishing to know. Keeping his eye on Odin for years, an enemy closer to come.
His companion's displeasure for the battlefield, seeing her breaking psyche. Wanting to take her away from it, her crushing despair overwhelming him.
"Why did you come here?" Valor walking onward.
The young woman following behind, her mind on Freya's efforts. Someone turning against the gods, truth in their message. An entity meeting this deity, her hazy mind.
Feeling warmth in this instance, her boiling emotions. Unable to clarify it, a person desiring to fit together the pieces. A goddess having a debt to repay, an individual knowing the maiden.
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A deity keeping their secrets, that strange reason. The maiden treading down a terrible path, seeking a faint light. Those not with her, yet their hopes and dreams in her hands.
"Freya said I had to find someone if I wanted answers...I believe she meant you..." Cyra's conflicting tone, her hand to her chest.
"Freya huh..."
Tears spilling in a lonely abyss, her never ending agony. These branding feelings, mirrors walling her. An individual binding in darkness, a soul forever resisting, seeking her deepest desire. Memories not with her, the young woman steadily heading down her direction.
Reaching for the smallest light, her powerful resolve. Valor thinking on the information, a goddess pulling strings from the inside. That valuable friend, needing to make it back in time. Danger with Odin, a young man not allowing for the discovery.
"Not sure what she would mean by that. Though, not to worry. Odin cannot touch you so long as I remain." Valor positioning his arms in a thinking posture.
His failure from the past, a god reaching for one in the depths of blackness. Diving far, screaming out to her. Shadowy hands lunging after him, his wish to resist it. The maiden's crushing despair on him, trying to stand against it.
A deity wanting to take her away from her torment, that decisive battle still with him. Racing down an endless stairs, screaming out to her, everything slipping away from him.
His companion before him once more, refusing to fall again. His words easing some of her concerns, the young woman's eyes on her past. Making a step forward, needing to confront Odin.
"My memories. I need to reclaim them...and then, I will follow this burning hatred in me for Odin. Only then, I feel like I will be able to grasp something I most want, whatever it may be..." Her hand to her chest, her vision a bit below.
Darkness surrounding her, the young woman's true boiling sentiments. Walking along this madness, someone not relenting. Continuously pursuing her path, her will to rise to her challenges.
Bringing foes to their knees, shouting her soul. An individual opposing rationality, embracing her selfishness. A soft heart still remaining, this never changing. The deity slightly looking away, concerning with her.
Battles taking away pieces from her, her psyche suffering more with each one. Shortly gazing ahead, his respect for her, a better choice to slowly recall old events. Her driving resolve, a person tearing down countless.
His uncertainty on the calamity, needing to steady the pace. This painful decision to him, those in a grim war. Having to bring her back over time, this being his solution to go forward.
"Then...I will do all that I can to aid you..." His hand on his waist, looking away a bit.
Constant tragedies pulling her below, its never ending torment. Taking away parts from her, crashing away at her psyche. Two from different times, happiness from one, hatred from the other. Both reflecting the same, her experiences guiding her.
Another coming chance, the deity wanting to find a way to sever those terrible chains on her. A person willing to risk everything, someone desiring to see her truly smile again. The maiden observing the deity, his strange behavior to her. Suspecting him, a young man concealing something.
"Do you know me...?" her slightly serious tone.
"I just met you, so no. Though, I'll do whatever I can to help you regain your memories." Glancing back to her.
"I see..."
Mirroring walls in the darkness, the young woman walking along its endless line. A person seeking after her past, that blurry individual ahead. Wondering on them, her aching heart.
Many passing memories, companions giving much. Shortly ceasing her movements, turning to her right. Focusing on one, reaching for it.
Shadowy hands springing out, wrapping around her. Cyra resisting the powerful seal, her desperate vision on the memory. A grassy field, two underneath a tree.
Unable to clarify it, a mysterious power harshly pulling her away. Her sounding voice, forcing against the influence. The maiden feeling the gentle wind, leaving the situation for now.
"Familiar he feels. Still, until I have something stronger to hold him on, then that is all it is..." Her conflicting emotions.