Days long ago underneath the crimson light, two outside in the garden. The cold breeze against them, its slightly heavy wind. Sol standing before Agatha in a white coat and red shirt, a black dress wrapping below the mage.
"Do you honestly think you can get anywhere without us?" Agatha's sharp tone.
"Well...I got accepted by King Elade. He finds my talent for research very valuable, it was also approved by his researchers as well..." The young woman nervously looking down, holding her hands.
"And how long will that last? Your worth is in your looks, what you have to offer. For our family Sol, your purpose is to be married off to maintain our status." The person folding her arms, scowling at the mage.
"But...I want to actually do something with my life. I have my own dreams..." Lowering her head.
"Those will do you no good. As you've been told since your days as a girl, you will one day marry into another great family, you aren't worth anything else otherwise." Agatha shaking her head from left to right.
A heart yearning to freely fly, desiring to pursue her passion. Her wish to unravel the mysteries from the past, yet a great barrier preventing her way.
The mage standing in the darkness, feeling the walls closing in on her. Her vision on a slim light, wishing to make it into a reality.
A mysterious being floating behind her, their long blonde hair and crimson eyes. An entity in gold armor, their noble crimson cape stretching down from the lower half of their back.
"Do not remain in silence, and shout your soul. Eventually, someone will hear you. Take hold of your own future." The devil's soft tone.
Words ringing through the mage, Sol soon turning, witnessing the being fading away. A white light washing over the area, breaking down the walls. Possibilities in the researcher's hands, courage building within her.
"Then...then I will show you that there is another life for me." Sol turning from the woman.
"Don't be foolish Sol, you are just putting yourself in needless danger." Agatha's increasing irritation.
"Maybe...but I will take the risk..." The mage heading onward, her quickly beating heart.
A person deciding on her path, wishing to freely soar in the endless sky. An individual applying herself, working through the ranks. Eventually meeting a certain one, a precious knight to her heart.
Atlalune, Sol, and Clea standing in a room. A table at the center, extravagant couches surrounding it. Pictures lining the walls, detailing the older times. Plants in the corners, each reflecting a different part of the world.
"It has been a while Sol, you haven't aged a day." Flint an old man sitting down on a couch.
"You can call it a contract with a devil, a good friend of Atlalune and myself." Sol walking up to him.
"Hah, pays to know others." Flint smiling a bit.
"You look like you've seen better days." Atlalune moving up behind her wife, folding her arms.
"Well, Clea rightfully chewed me out, and I can't get any sleep due to my decision." The noble-man sighing.
"We are aware of your situation, you sold Lucil to the mob who resides in Valgard." Sol scowling at him.
A small child enduring the terrors of her previous family, the mage's aching heart. An individual escaping their terror, her knight carrying her away from her torment. Another taking the brunt, losing their freedom in an endless chain of sorrow.
"You were warned weren't you? If you went through with the agreement, the family wouldn't be near destruction." Lowering his head.
"Was that the solution? To use her life as a bargaining piece for temporary relief?" Atlalune looking away, frowning a bit.
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"Sometimes that is all we have. I was put in place to secure the deal, it was a situation beneficial to both the mob and the family. However, after I lost to you Atlalune, everything fell apart. I left them, and did try to go clean. Though, as you can see. They will follow another to the end of their days, ringing them dry or killing them." Flint looking to her.
"Then maybe you should have hired me back then, it would have saved all of us this headache now." The ex-mercenary gesturing her hand to him.
"Call it pride, I was stubborn." The old man slightly smiling at her.
"The past is in the past. We should be focusing on saving Lucil, and crushing the mob here for good." Clea's serious expression.
Atlalune thinking on the man before her, someone far different from the past. The steadily passing time, waves freely flowing in each direction, unable to determine its true way forward. Some changing through the days going by, showing something more resting in their black souls.
"Right, so I will be doing a briefing on what to expect." Flint spreading a map on the table.
"Ethan gave us some details, so we'll be relying on you for the rest." Atlalune walking up to his side.
"Yes, once we have the information, we'll then make our next action." Sol moving next to her wife.
"In that case, given that it is just you two. It might be best to go for the headquarters itself, cut the head from the snake. Given the range from the rest of the strongholds, I'd estimate you would have around fifteen minutes." The old man's hand to his chin.
"Not much time, what are the layouts of their headquarters?" the ex-mercenary's serious vision on the map.
A massive operation before her, Atlalune connecting possible paths towards her success. Her unrestful heart at the task, thinking on the girl with their enemies.
"There are ten rooms, each outfitted with a trap. Though, the more concerning ones are on floor seven and nine. Those are neutralizers, in short, it stops the flow of energy. Magic, and other forms of attacks will not hold up in that field. Though, if you take the secret path on floor six to the east end bottom floor, you will find the command room. Use that to disable the neutralizers." The old man folding his arms.
"Lune, I don't think fifteen minutes is enough time. Lucil will be in too much danger, on top of that, we will undoubtedly be swarmed." Sol gripping her arms, looking down a bit.
"Yeah, I thought as much. So, let's call in some help." Her slight smile to her partner.
"I really don't want to bother them, but Lucil deserves to be Clea on Christmas." The mage biting her lower lip.
A great challenge before them, two thinking on their friends. One amongst them, an individual able to bring forward miracles. An entity connecting them, their unbreakable link. Clea looking down a bit, her mind on the small girl.
An enormous building at the center of the city, its many guards around it. Lights steadily flashing in the area, men in black patrolling the place.
Deep inside the structure, a little one alone in a dark room. Chains binding her to the wall, some clears wounds showing from the slight moonlight shining from the window.
The girl sitting on the ground, a white dress on her, her long beige hair and green eyes. Lucil wrapping her arms around her legs, quietly sobbing.
"Clea...he..lp...me..." Her aching heart.
A small bit of hope with her, believing in the tiny light in the deepest of darkness. A little one losing her parents, yet the maid showing her a warm hand, taking her into their embrace. Lucil's mind on the past, her pleading tears to another.
A few days prior, two beneath the warm sun outside the mansion in Valgard. Some workers tending to the garden nearby, sadly glancing to Lucil and Clea.
"I don't wanna go!" the girl in her blue dress clinging to the maid.
"I know, there is still some time. Flint is doing everything he can, but we can do something as well." Clea kneeling to the child, warmly smiling at them.
"Huh? What...?" sadly looking at the woman.
"You remember the story about the noble-woman who found her knight, the knight who took her away from her troubles and allowed her to freely soar, right?" gently resting their hand on the kid's head.
A story piercing into the hearts of everyone there, few aware on the truth behind it. A mage born to a noble family, her life constantly in chains.
Their small decision to step out leading to an unlikely encounter, a moment setting their direction with infinite possibilities.
"Yeah...but that's just a story..." The girl's hands to her chest, grimly looking below.
"No, it wasn't. The noble-woman is Sol et Lunam. The sun and moon, a member once part of your family." Clea's eyes to the sky.
"Really? She is real...?" the child's shock at the woman.
"Yes, and her wife is Atlalune Reizewind. The knight who took Sol into her arms, and walked out after defeating the terrible god Helios." The maid's gentle vision to the girl.
A god trapping the knight in a realm, attacking their psyche. An individual coming close to defeat, her heart in shackles.
One piercing the darkness, shining light on the ex-mercenary's road. A tale resting in many, guiding them onward at hard times.
"Why don't you and I write them a letter? It is worth a shot, right?" Clea's gentle smile on the girl.
"Okay...do you think they will come?" the kid's uncertainty, holding her hand to her chest.
"Yeah, I really do think they will." The maid's bright smile to the small one.
Lucil in the dark room, grasping the tiny bit of hope. Her paining heart, tears in her eyes. The girl soon looking to the window, raising her hand to it. A soul wishing for the outside, to freely soar in the endless sky.
"Is the story really real...? Clea...I...I will believe..." Her heavy breath.