Days from the past, those once endlessly flowing along. Embracing simpleness, relishing in new experiences. One once a sword, serving underneath the church. Steeling herself, hardening her heart. Guiding others, leading them onward. Distancing herself, her cold presence. Something lingering within, not in awareness on it. An unlikely meeting, two encountering underneath the light of the blood moon.
This revealing a nature to light, one of innocence bringing joy into her grim world. This new path, relishing in happiness. Seeking after the truth, unraveling information. Unease by this, that following day. Walking up the stairs to the cathedral, entering it. That leader amongst some elites, the maiden approaching him, shortly standing before the man.
"Lord Armand, I have some questions for you. If you will allow it for a bit..." Her sharp gaze.
"Ah yes, that is fine, I can spare a few moments." His calm demeanor.
"Isa, what is the meaning of this? You just cannot barge in and demand moments of his time." The commander folding his arms.
"Please, give us some time alone. Isa has always been one that took my interest." Faintly smiling, glancing to the person.
This moment upon her, a day in moving information. Needing to know, knowledge to her attention. Searching through those files, linking them together. Missing parts, wondering on them. Unsettling findings, enough evidence to confront this leader. Risk in the members around, that man clearing them, his strange action. Those shortly leaving the room, two remaining within it. His shifting mood, his immense pressure. Not backing down, their footing in place. Carefully proceeding, hostility towards the other. Grasping the hilt of her sword, stepping forward.
"The point of moving around information, is to cover the strings of corruption. Branding others as criminals, then those next to them getting affected. The numbers constantly piling up, getting larger and larger. What is it that you are aiming for, Armand?" her cold voice.
"Impressive, I suppose I should not have expected anything less."
"So, you do not even deny it. Tell me, what is your aim?" tightening her grip.
"Everything has been for the betterment of tomorrow, to end this eternal conflict." His hand on his blade.
"Those are not the ideals we carry, we do not use the lives of others. You Armand have sullied our way of life, and for your crimes, you will be silenced here." Standing on her side, directing her weapon at him.
Her black armor, spikes along her. Her thick gauntlet, her flowing dark hair, those crimson eyes. Proceeding in her path, not allowing for this mockery. A leader not denying it, two meeting in this battlefield. High sentiments, a blade in pieces. Returning once more, challenging this grand one. Hastily moving to him, his sword above. Descending his blade, colliding into her weapon. This massively exerting force, repelling her, that maiden crashing through the benches. Hitting against the wall, falling below. Not giving in, struggling to her knee, glaring at him.
"Everything we have worked for, everything we had done! Those lands we ravaged! It has not been towards betterment! You were expanding your influence, holding everyone in the palm of your hands. Branding many innocent ones as criminals, those who did not share in our beliefs. Then those close to them, were taken. Though, I could not find what happened to them, because information keeps moving..." Rising to her feet.
"Magnificent, but your devotion will be your end. You are amazing Isa, but you should have stayed in line like everyone else." His blade afar.
Connecting details, her conclusion at hand. A leader not denying it, his powerful display. Expanding his influence, pulling strings behind the scenes. Sullying their ideals, not accepting those of differences. Foolishness from her, ignorantly following along. Not standing for it, her feverish heart. Walking along a path of light, two residing in this endless realm. Proceeding in their own way, dashing towards the other. Rapidly colliding, his enormous force. Closing in on her, her approaching sword. Shifting his stance, hitting her weapon, readjusting its direction. His nearing palm, her swift movements. Narrowly avoiding him, this catching his attention. Those spinning around the other, pressing their blades against one another.
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"Remarkable, from the moment I saw your progress. I knew you had so much talent, but I also knew your resolve could become an issue." His serious gaze.
"These are your true colors huh..." Her cold voice.
Nothingness of her beginning, her hard efforts. Moving through the ranks, ascending even higher. Her feverish heart, never relenting. Believing in her path, limiting contact. Her powerful resolve, that leader catching notice. A concerning individual, talent with her. Following the church, a blade for them. A commander witnessing more in her, demoting her. Freeing her from her bondage, difficulty at first. An innocent one with her, shattering her sword. Her new life, happiness in it. Information to her awareness, diving back in.
Confronting their leader, combatting him. Two moving through the room, furniture scattering around. Rubble everywhere, their eyes on this conflict. This attracting the attention of others, members racing in. Witnessing the fight, a surprising sight. A battle between two, this ruinous room. Elina rushing in, her trembling gaze. Her flowing grey ribbon behind her head, her short dark coat, gripping it in unease. A crimson shirt on her, a black dress wrapping below. That maiden on her knee, her sword from a distance, glaring at her enemy. That one standing on his side, calmly looking at her.
"Arrest Isa, and have her thrown onto the Prison Island. She has committed treason against us."
"Isa!" that girl running towards her.
"Isa? Why would you do this?!" this shocking the commander.
Defeat towards her, every instance to her awareness. One overpowering her, his tremendous capabilities. That final collision, two against one another. Clashing around each other, their intense determination. Closing in this distance, her approaching sword. Tilting his stance, his blade hitting her own. Blocking the attack, his elbow crashing into her chest. Harshly impacting her, sliding back on her feet. Approaching her, his high sword. Fiercely looking at her, his descending blade. Her hasty action, defending herself. Enormously colliding into her, shattering the surrounding land. That one flying afar, crashing through rubble, her sword on the ground. Struggling from her, rising to her knee, glaring at him. This solution before them, the innocent one nearing her.
"Detain the girl as well, it is highly likely that Isa wasn't acting alone."
"You bastard!" her harsh voice.
Rising to her feet, those gripping the young woman. Unable to resist, tiring from her battle. That pure one, her hands to her chest. Fear in her eyes, these people surrounding her. This current display, records reflecting it. One taking up arms against him, another not sharing the same burden. Hatred at her depths, these frustrating feelings. Blood streaming down the side of her head, heavily breathing. Unease inside of her, this grim situation. Members grabbing her companion, trying to force her way forward. Those preventing her path, both screaming out.
"Elina!"
"Isa!"
Flowing sentiments, not able to do anything. These boiling emotions, wishing to act. Cruel methods, dragging another into their conflict. A despicable individual, her quickly beating chest. The commander remaining there, uncertainty in him. Knowing Isa for a long time, thinking on her action. Continuously acting in their best interest, this not making sense. Something not right, a confusing situation. Those pulling two away from the other, that maiden's rising feelings. Her vision on the leader, rage fueling her, breaking free. Charging at him, swiping her sword from the ground.
"Armand!!!"
"Farewell...Isa." His solemn tone, his blade above.
Not allowing for this, grasping the tiniest chance. This enemy before her, one secluding secrets. Pulling strings from the shadows, innumerable following along. Completing missions, expanding his influence. Information to her attention, confronting him with it. His high position, another method not existing. Awareness in the balance of power, taking it into her own hands. Rushing at that one, this shocking everyone.
Her approaching sword, his descending blade. Powerfully colliding against her weapon, shattering it, sending her afar. Hearing her screaming partner, hitting the wall. Falling below, her attention weakly ahead. Her blurry vision, those taking away her companion. Her sounding voice, calling out to the young woman. Unable to resist any longer, collapsing on the land, losing consciousness.
I lost, and Elina was taken away. Four years I spent in prison, desiring to save her. I may have finally killed him, but there is one more threat. Elina...I will save you...