Deepness of sadness, tormenting agony. A boy from long ago, an event continuously haunting him. Losing everything, growing up in loneliness. Hatred inside of him, his path towards tomorrow. Despising monsters, slaying them. Two yearning for days of old, the young woman facing her partner. Determination in his eye, that scar on his other. Pieces of two, hearts in alignment. That dragon protecting his family, gratefulness to them. Wanting togetherness again, sounding of his voice. Understanding him, that maiden nodding in agreement. Desiring to reach one, this of importance.

"Reagan, we are going after him." Faintness of her smile.

Scraping his claw against the ground, his fiery spirit. Ignoring wounds, his eye on his path. A boy once of happiness, smallness of their time. Closeness of them, warmness of old. Terribleness of an event, a rift separating them. Those going their own way, withstanding harshness. Surviving on their own terms, the haunting past. That Heavenly King lowering himself, the young woman leaping high. Grabbing his shoulder, pulling herself onto him. Sitting down, her attention on the commander below. Faintly smiling at her, understanding her direction, nodding in agreement.

"Hey, everyone loses their way in life at one point or another. Some of us stay lost, while others have someone to guide them. Do what you have to." Folding his arms.

A village shunning her, having in making her own way. Believing in her capabilities, seeking beyond. A single friend, bringing him along in her ventures. A guiding hand leading the way, that boy following her. A massive forest, their meeting with the Heavenly King. Terribleness of event, that one losing his family. His building hatred, this pain on display. Desiring to reach him, two sharing this sentiment. Nodding in agreement, her vision shifting to the endless starry sky. Glancing back for a moment, light in the deepest of darkness. Flying along this range, the burning souls of two.

"Your name?" softness of her tone.

"Jack." Faintly smiling.

"Well then Jack, take care." Minerva patting Reagan's shoulder.

Greatness of determination, not relenting. Visualizing the path onward, a way in reaching one in the farthest of abyss. Loudness of the dragon's roar, expanding his wings. Ascending above, heaviness of the wind. Ruinous of the area below, burns on the land. The commander folding his arms, watching two flying far. That entity in between dimensions, hair reaching long, shining gold. Eyes reflecting the crimson moon, that familiar red ribbon tying behind her head. Armor of aurum, her crimson noble cape extending down the lower half of her back. This Iconoclast, one carrying many horrifying tales. Few knowing the truth, countless viewing her as the true enemy. Her vision on the two, awareness on their drive. A close friend, enormousness of their suffering.

"Minerva...Reagan. I will bear witness to your path..." Calmness from her.

Conflict around, a disaster befalling those of this world. Concerning of this, yet those seeking what is inside. Importance in achieving their desires, willingness in continuing in this direction. Going after her friend of old, gambling on her chance. Believing in the tiniest possibilities, her burning soul. That partner of hers, greatness of his determination. A king once of smallness, growing over the years. Life knocking him down, constantly rising to his challenges. Wanting in repairing a bond of old, his eye on this line. Soaring through the sky, that emerald dragon from afar. Levant standing on her back, glancing behind. Sternness of his eyes, this not surprising him. A dragon persisting, not giving in.

Many years ago, that girl in her teenage years. Reagan strongly growing, three residing there. Those in a flowery field, petals flowing along. That shining sun upon them, friends of the past. Memories never leaving the boy, remembering the demise of his parents. A village under attack, numerous injuries. Developing by himself, holding hatred. Venturing out on his own, his goal in mind. Unable in standing for these creatures, despising two. That dragon calling out to him, sorrow in his tone. Desiring for those times again, a family once of the three. Appreciating this, everything slipping away.

"Silence! Take note. The only reason you still stand, is because of my cowardice to prevent her from bringing you home with us!" Levant pointing at Reagan.

Slightly looking below, that quivering dragon. Stinging words, awareness on this. Greatness of destruction, lives no more. His presence attracting a beast, youngness of his days. Danger shortly after his birth, trying to protect them. Rising to this challenge, smallness of a king. Cruelness of the world, a devastating strike. Losing an eye, that girl running after him. Days so long ago, his haunting failure. Uncertainness in proceeding, his racing mind. Minerva stepping forward, gesturing her hand to herself. Sternness of her vision on Levant, not allowing for this.

"Do not blame Reagan! He was only a new born! He tried his best Levant! You know how much guilt he feels for being unable to protect them!" Minerva's powerful tone.

Coming into a village, strangeness of individuals. Hostility at first, fineness with his presence. Everything falling apart, a foe attacking. A threat above himself, that little king trying his best. Failure in saving some, wounds upon him. This linking to him, understanding his part in it. That dragon looking towards his companion, this one protecting him. Wondering on her stance, that one no longer having a home. A catastrophe to their memories, never fading of it. Levant slightly looking away, frustrations within him. Greatness of his fury, his attention shortly to her.

"Minerva, you know as well as I do. That Reagan there...he is the reason that beast attacked...!" anger in his tone.

"Even so...he had done no wrong by simply existing..." Sorrow from her, lowering her head.

A wrong of the past, this weighing on the dragon's mind. Wanting in righting it, his own inability. A place once of his home, smallness of the time. Everything slipping away, hatred of one towards him. Accepting it, desiring to reach that young man. Days so long ago, Levant remembering each moment. Tapping his foot against the back of the emerald dragon, his decision in mind. That beast looking behind, her attention ahead. Flying onward, rerouting herself. Moving in the direction of two, those eyes of the maiden and Levant upon the other, shortly floating before one another.

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"Minerva, why do you follow?" bitterness of his tone.

"Levant...I understand your hatred. However, you are aware. That Reagan has been trying to apologize, that he has been trying to be a family again." Her sorrowful voice.

Efforts of a dragon, remembering those times. Smallness of moments, treasuring them. Growing over the years, rising to his challenges. Pieces of him, not backing down. Opposing others, surpassing his foes. This one of the past, wanting togetherness again. A boy in the forest, kindness once of him. Bringing this little king to their home, nearness of a life of bliss. Slightly looking away, that young man in awareness. A wrong of the past, hatred greatly within him. Turning his attention to Reagan, the Heavenly King calling out to him. That emerald dragon's vision to Levant, awaiting his order.

"Even so, what has been done. It can never be made right..."

Once flying freely, embracing in the bliss of one another. Circumstances separating them, a chance still existing. Visualizing their way, trailing this line. Motioning back his hand, that young man gripping his sword of darkness. His direction in going forward, fury at his depths. Two in front of him, aiming his blade at them. Minerva closing her eyes, her way in moving onward. A great wrong, feeling this chilling breeze. Opening her vision, moving back her hand. Grabbing hold of the hilt, this ancient weapon. Highness of sentiments, facing against this challenge.

"Reagan, do not lose heart. Levant is still in there." Assuring him.

Two underneath the light of the blood moon, an entity bearing witness to this. Once of closeness, terribleness of an event. Deepness of desires, these feverishly extending. Understanding hatred, not allowing for this ending. A dragon believing in the tiniest of possibilities, a boy from the forest long ago. Joyfulness with him, scaring him. Embracing in those days, three laughing children. Pleasantness of those times. Briefness of it, meaningfulness of it. Blood not of them, fineness with this. Connecting with each other, accepting his anger. That Heavenly King shrouding in fire, mightily roaring. A shockwave powerfully ripping through the area, those hearing the crying of the mighty king. No longer a little one, flying back. Residing from a distance, that emerald dragon looking to Levant. Awareness on his plan, her attention ahead. Rifts between three, directing his sword onward, his sounding voice.

"Asha! Charge!" Levant commanding.

Mightily roaring, this emerald dragon listening to him. Uncertainness in this path, yet following through on it. Those meeting in this battle, hearts once with one another. Everything slipping away, two not giving in. Believing in the tiniest of chances, awareness on Asha's displeasure. A boy walking in the forest long ago, wandering in loneliness. Vastness of it, unable in finding his way out. Hatred over the passing time, holding animosity towards two. That emerald one charging towards them, revealing her fangs. Adjusting his angle, the Heavenly King hastily flying above. Narrowly avoiding the bite, moving higher. One below pursuing him, two beasts sparring through the sky. Approaching fireballs, Minerva extending her blade, slicing through the attacks. Floating sparks of fire, those violently exploding. Folding in his wings, that king curving down, barely evading the attacks. Expanding his wings, balancing himself. Vision of two above, that pursuing emerald dragon, coldness of Levant.

"Minerva! Even though the villagers all hated you...! I...!"

A boy in those days, seeing her efforts. Following her, two meeting by the gate. A forming friendship, heading into the vastness. Trouble coming, never stopping. Deepness of a bond, trusting in her. Extending his blade, Minerva standing on Reagan's back. Malevolence releasing from her, that entity in between dimensions. Bearing witness to this evolution, diving in the depths of despair. Emerging stronger, darkness violently flowing out. Embracing this, not backing down. This one still in there, highness of emotions. Her soul on display, this girl from long ago.

"You even go so far as to stain your soul with the darkness of these monsters!" harshness of his voice.

"If it shall mean that you can see...then I accept the penalties with it." Calmness from her.

Sentiments within flowing out, her feverish heart. Not giving in, wanting betterment. That king sharing in her view, flying along a dreadful path. Diving deeper, that falling boy, calling out to him. Descending towards a lake, curving just above the surface. Splashing water, Asha pursuing them. Lifting off high into the air, swerving around. Locking onto those two below, heading to them. Minerva crashing her blade against Levant's own, both sliding past each other. Those dragons rerouting, two old friends continuously striking against one another. Circling the other, not relenting. Both shortly moving afar, redirecting again.

"My mother...father! Our village! You cannot tell me it has not been due to bringing him back home!" fury of Levant.

"Levant! Reagan did nothing wrong by merely existing! Have you forgotten?! Have you forgotten the joy you two shared?!" Minerva retorting.

Three in those times, a dragon following this boy through the forest. Not of blood, vastness of differences. This not mattering, a bond between them. His slightly widening vision, emotions from long ago. Shaking it away, two clashing once more. Chilling wind, sparking fury. Passing one another, Minerva's vision below on the flowery field. Pointing to the ground, that king complying. Descending to the area, landing in this field. Petals blowing in the breeze, Levant and Asha from a distance. Two dragons grinding their claws into the earth, each flying along their path. Reagan loudly roaring, his extending cry. Hearing this, Levant's expanding eyes.

"You can apologize all you want! I will never forgive you!" harshness of his voice.

Stabbing pain, residing in loneliness. Carrying on over his years, this burning hatred. A decision on that day, ruin to his eyes. Losing his family, a dragon attracting the presence of a beast. This chilling breeze, sentiments on display. Reagan spreading his stance, his body burning in fire. Pieces of him, never healing wounds. Rising to his challenges, this boy in the forest. Wandering in its vastness, unable in finding his way out. Jack running in, witnessing the area engulfing in flames. Blocking out the intensity, unease from his expression. Two friends forming a bond with the Heavenly King, pain inside of their darkest days.

"Levant, your family will never comeback. I know...but...—"

Embracing what is within, seeking after one of the past. A soul soaring along the vastness, gazing to the earth. A wandering boy, searching for a way out of a forest. Descending below, racing after him. Actions of the past, incapability of changing those events. Moving ahead, shouting what is within, her vision on her hand. Blackness secreting from her body, stretching far above. This of her path, fineness with it. Deepness of selfishness, a heart not relenting. Reagan refusing in giving in, believing in the tiniest of possibilities. Constantly resisting, wanting to right the wrong so long ago.

"—Blaming Reagan will only cause more pain, you know this." Her vision on him.

Slightly looking away, her words to his attention. Deepness of his sorrow, this one of the past. Shortness of their time, yet those images plaguing his mind. Unable in letting go, his hands frustratingly shaking. Battling against the past, racing through a forest of vastness. Trying to escape this maze, two once with him. Asha gazing up at him, awaiting his response. That young man's attention ahead, glaring at the two. Directing his blade at them, tapping his foot against the back of the emerald dragon. Conflicting sentiments, refusing in acting. His attention down on her, wondering on the reason.

"Asha! What holds your movement?!" he demands.