Years since tragicness, memories forever branding. Weight of heaviness, carrying this burden. A bond between two friends, finding the Heavenly King. Niceness in those times, nearness of them. Catastrophe striking, dreadfulness of that day. Paralysis upon her left arm, a cast preserving it. That little king growing, a scar on his face, an eye no more. Never healing wounds, companions learning from their experience. Hope in the deepest of blackness, two eternally believing in this. Endlessness of the sky, two below in a field of flowers. Longness of Minerva's snowy hair, her armor of darkness. Their attention above, dragons and wyverns soaring across. Strangeness of their formation, closely paying attention. That partner glancing to her, an idea in mind. Sounds coming from him, that young woman gazing at him. Lowering himself, Minerva nodding in agreement. Mounting his back, that one rising.

"Reagan, whatever happens, do not engage. We need to know what we are dealing with here." Carefulness from her.

Strangeness of this pattern, their attention on the sky. Beasts flying towards a direction, unusualness of this. Mysteries of the past, wanting to know some of it. Everything slipping away from her, that cliff constantly flashing back. Horror in her eyes, reaching for Reagan. Her partner suffering a wound of terribleness, refusing in allowing her to die. Narrowly making it, shielding her with his body. Two venturing together, wounds forever branding on them. Their connecting hearts, this leading them forward. Expanding his wings, his mighty roar. Ascending higher, increasing his speed. Shortly arriving from afar, a mountain in view, uneasiness by this sight.

"Now that I think about it, this is not the first time of such a peculiar pattern..." Positioning her hand to her chin.

Observing these patterns before, beasts of mightiness. Those heading towards a singular direction, a nest no less. Unable in making sense of this, pieces in place. An answer evading her, frustrating of this. Widely venturing, her partner with her. Moving closer, that chilling breeze. Flying higher, floating in place. Observing this scene, massiveness of a crystal at the center. Rocky terrains surrounding it, objects glimmering underneath the sun. Dragons and wyverns gathering around it, closeness of her vision. Darkness escaping this gem, this energy latching onto those creatures. Agonizingly screaming, her trembling vision. Her growling companion, uneasiness inside of him. Those animals trying to resist this grip upon them, their wailing shortly ceasing, turning their attention above. Memories of her home gripping at her, this shaking feeling.

Rubble around, a village in shambles. Fierceness of a monster, a king of smallness standing against a creature of mightiness. Furiousness of this wyvern, growling at him. Blades for wings, scaliness of its body. Secreting malevolence, crying out. Vision on this battle, determination in protecting his family. Two approaching the other, that wyvern breaking through. Harshly striking the face of this small ruler. Deepness of his pain, unable in maintaining balance. An eye no more, blood streaming down. That girl rushing after him, desperately trying to reach this little one.

Dreadfulness of that day, those images forever engraving into her mind. Constantly reminding her, pushing her onward. Malevolence from that day, similarity of it. Frightening of it, this sickening feeling. Pieces coming together, putting together more every passing day. Playing through scenarios, assessing the path of betterment. Multitudes of options, littleness of their effectiveness. Observing that nest, beasts eying the two. Chilling of this, betterment in retreating. Suicidal in engaging this, her hand on the side of her partner's head. That one glancing at her, shortly turning his attention to those monsters.

"Reagan, slowly back away..." Minerva whispering.

Heeding her warning, steadily moving away. Cautiousness of him, glaring at those foes. Many of them, uneasiness by this sight. Monsters carefully trailing the Heavenly King, readying themselves. Hostility of them, unsettling of this situation. Shortly coming out of their range, turning behind. Soaring away from the scene, relieving of this to those companions. Thinking back to the crystal, a day so long ago. Madness washing over those beasts, many flocking to this source. Positioning her hand in a thinking posture, connecting the finer points. A reason existing, wanting to know. Horribleness of the past, this forever following her.

"Reagan, we have to return at night, it is likely they will be less active. If we can destroy that crystal, then that may calm the situation..." Her vision on him.

His attention behind him, that malevolence from afar. Days of the past, enormousness of this weight. Standing against it, not giving in. Wanting in saving his family, everything slipping away from him. Diving after his companion, deepness of his wound. Trying to focus his vision, narrowly reaching her. Each with their problems, that girl's paralysis. Half of his sight gone, this not stopping them. Picking themselves up, growing stronger. Searching for a solution to this madness, wanting to know the purpose of that day. Their happiness going away, unable in returning home.

Descending in a flowery field, a man in brown armor. Highness of his flag, an eagle of it. Unease from his gaze, witnessing a dragon heading his way. A few knights behind him, those wearing a sigil of an eagle on their armors. Following under this one's command, bracing themselves. Reagan landing below, wind of heaviness rushing through. Maintaining their ground, visions ahead. That young woman's eyes on the man, sternness of her gaze. Lowering his flag, that one stepping forward. This one before him, capability of leveling battlefields to ashes.

"We have been informed of an interference within this direction. Is there anything you might be able to share?" folding his arms.

Attempting in holding his nerves, a beast of mightiness. Years of experience, surpassing their challenges. Relying on themselves, searching for answers. Haunting memories, nightmares constantly coming. Pushing onward, believing in their way. Disapproving of countless, uncaring of it. Two against the world, protecting one another. Glancing back to the mountain, concentrating malevolence. Events of old, horrifying images. An approaching chaos, screaming of those beasts. Shifting in their behavior, hostility of them. Her attention shortly on the man, calmness of her gaze.

"From what I know, a crystal at the peak of the mountain is infecting these monsters." Patting the side of Reagan's head.

Scarring memories, terribleness of a beast. Its echoing wail, fury within it. Tormenting agony, taking out its rage. Upending her life, tearing apart everything. Unable in returning home, surviving with her partner. Searching for answers, shutting out others. Believing in her way, building her reputation. A force on the battlefield, rising to her challenges. Carefully inspecting what is ahead of her, assessing her movements. Defeating innumerable, those learning of her. Ferociousness of a companion, this one seeking her out. Positioning his arms, thinking on this information. Similarity of the reports, taking out a notebook. Flipping through the pages, shortly glancing to her. Tossing it to her, that young woman catching it, her attention on the sketch of a crystal.

"Does it look like that?" seriousness of him.

"Correct, right now, it is best not to engage. It is better to wait until late into the night." That maiden warning, tossing the notebook back to the man.

Experiences over her years, surviving the harshest of conditions. Making her way, refusing in falling. Her partner with her, pieces of two. Never healing wounds, not allowing this in stopping them. Picking up themselves, pushing onward. Feverishness of their hearts, searching for answers. Days of the past, a moment of happiness. Everything slipping away from them, no longer having a home. Wanting solutions, venturing far. Pieces falling into place, thinking of an old friend. That man catching the notebook, his vision upon the sketching. Glancing in her direction, her frightening eyes. A chill running down his spine, steadily inhaling and exhaling. Placing away the object, an enemy she is not.

"I suppose so, then I guess we have your support to dispose of this?" folding his arms.

"Just this once. However, we tread carefully. The goal is not to wake these monsters, but to destroy the source and escape." Calmness from her.

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Tracking this for years, connecting points. Events steadily shaping together, wanting answers. A pattern over the passing time, an energy plaguing monsters. A crystal infecting them, enraging beasts. Images constantly flashing in her mind, that day of old. Everything slipping out of her hands, her partner suffering a wound. Those falling off a cliff, desperation from them, trying to reach the other. Surviving this, a home no longer accepting them. Continuing on in togetherness, finding their way. Patting the side of her companion's head, that dragon loudly roaring. Many on guard, witnessing him ascending above. The powerful wind rushing through, Minerva's vision on those below.

Darkest days of old, that girl of youngness. Riding upon her dragon of smallness, those two in a village. A cast around her arm, a scar on the face of her partner. An eye no longer there, his powerful resolve. Staring down those surrounding knights, growling at them. Refusing in allowing further harm to his companion, rising to his challenges, enemies scattering on the ground. Seeking answers, unable in returning home. A horrifying encounter, an enraging monster. Two losing everything, picking up their remains, continuing onward. Togetherness of their hearts, untrusting of others.

"Witch, the madness that has been happening. It is your fault is it not? Or at least you are part of the conflict." Coldness of one.

Venturing far, repetitiveness of the occurrences. Concealing her sadness, incapability of understanding. Growing mistrust, believing in her partner. Two against everyone, fineness with it. Leading their lives, surviving on their own. Strangeness of happenings, enraging monsters. Wanting to know, everything slipping out of her hands. Fear guiding the hearts of many, willingness in pointing fingers. Secluding in their comfort, joining in arms. A sigh leaving her, her attention above. Tapping the side of Reagan's head, that one understanding. Blazing fire from his jaws, those approaching foes. Ascending above, launching it below. Colliding into the land, expanding far. Those blocking its harshness, stinging of their flesh. Her calm vision upon them, many glaring up at her, those two soaring away.

Those years ago, hostility towards two. Searching for answers, many rejecting them. Learning harshness, fineness with it. Proceeding with each other, facing their challenges ahead. Those below her, possibility of a threat. Fear guiding hearts, many acting as one. Uncaring of details, believing in their way. Smallness of this conflict for now, another pressing matter. Flying away from the area, that rushing wind. Night shortly coming, that bleeding moon shining down its light. Chilling of the breeze, Reagan lowering towards the ground. Visions on the knights, that dragon landing along the trail to the mountain. Narrowness of a path, a nest of chaos awaiting. That young woman descending to the ground, stepping down before the knights. Her careful vision on them, her partner similarly doing the same.

"Now then, we proceed with caution. Not even I know what is exactly in these parts." Her hand upon her waist.

Not wishing in conversing with them, experiences over her years. Betterment in doing so, putting aside her pride. An issue above herself, needing knowledge. Horridness of the past, ferociousness of a beast. Wounds upon two, losing their homes. Illness within the young woman, proudness of her partner. Two tackling their challenges, a wrong of old. Desiring in righting it, difficulty in doing so. Proceeding with one another, not relenting. Turning from the knights, Minerva gazing at the trail. That commander moving up behind her, someone in his early twenties. Hair of the land, eyes burning like the sun, armor of a snow dragon.

"Your injury, perhaps this is enough. We are not enemies either how." Folding his arms.

Difficulties of life, those pushing onward. Ignoring limitations, reaching beyond. Feverishness of their souls, making a name for themselves. This one before her, a difference from earlier. Strangeness of an individual, concerning with her condition. Those over her years, many turning against her. Taking advantage of her state, her partner protecting her. Challenges over her years, fineness with it. Learning in living with it, refusing in relenting. Cautiousness of her, glancing back to him. Her companion slightly glaring at him, shortly motioning his direction to the path ahead.

"This is of my own concern. Either way, I cannot stop." Her vision on the trail.

That bleeding moon shining down its light, an entity in between dimensions floating far above. Longness of her blonde hair, a red ribbon tying behind her head. Armor of gold upon her, a crimson cape of nobility reaching down the lower half of her back. That feathery helm on her head, her crimson eyes. Bearing witness to this, watching Minerva moving onward. Her partner following behind, expectance of hostility. Those tackling their challenges together, not giving in. Rising up, opposing the rationality of others. Searching for solutions, feverishness of their hearts.

Raising his hand, knights gazing at their commander. Urging them along, making their way deeper. Ascending up the pathway, harshness of the terrain, smallness of monsters. Fighting their way through, shortly finding themselves at an intersection. That young woman's vision on the ground, a malefic claw mark to her view. Kneeling below, steam rising to the air. Foulness of the scent, that commander moving up to her side. Her partner sniffing the mark, familiarity of the scent. Angrily growling, a powerful foe. Many going against it, lives quickly ending. Her attention on her companion, soon returning her vision to the mark below.

"If my suspicions are correct..."

"What is it?" the commander shifting his gaze to her.

Those living in this life, resisting the reason of others. Proceeding onward, danger around every end. Experiences over the years, surpassing challenges. Death constantly at their throats, this no less their way of life. Catching onto patterns, smallness of details. Learning from encounters, emerging stronger. Thinking on this mark, this display of malevolence. Chilling of it, rising from the land. Positioning her hand to her chin, her partner looking at her. Awaiting her plan of action, her guidance leading them to betterment. Trusting in her, his only family.

"Have your men fall back, there are far too many of us here." Minerva warning.

"Wait, what is going on here?" that commander turning to her.

Fighting spirit, those living on the battlefield. Death constantly looming, evading its tempting grasp. Flowing along in a stream of endlessness, resisting the rationality of others. Danger around every end, this beating in her chest. Grimness of currentness, refusing in backing down. Never relenting hearts, two with each other. Protecting one another, finding their way towards a morrow of betterment. Searching for answers, this enemy before them. Rising to her feet, knights wondering on the situation. Surrounding rocky terrains, malice steadily burning away at it. Fire of darkness igniting a trail, everyone witnessing this. That direction leading onward, enormousness of a threat.

"A Grand Dragon...a very small party can take it on in this limited space. However, a large one will only result in casualties." Her sharp gaze.

Terribleness of an encounter, experiencing this over her years. Witnessing their power, tremendousness of it. Terrains dictating success, assessing this herself. Her never ending path, tackling challenges above herself. Her partner with her, supporting her. Two refusing in relenting, their hearts with one another. Concerning foes, this part of their life. Turning their pain into power, pushing onward. Memories plaguing their minds, everything slipping away from them. Processing this information, that commander shaking his head from left to right. Facing his men, raising his right arm, seriousness of his expression.

"Men! Leave here at once! That is an order!" instructing them.

Confusing of this to the knights, their efforts in coming this far. Treading through harshness, a uniting goal. Essentialness in finding a solution, hostility of monsters. A shifting in their pattern, those going berserk. Malice secreting from them, tremendousness of their display. Gazing at one another, wondering on the reason. Having in complying, reluctantly doing so. Rerouting themselves, leaving the area. That commander returning his attention to Minerva, seriousness of him. Greatness of a foe, an unfriendly environment. Protecting those underneath him, not wishing in needlessly risking their lives.

"Maybe you should leave as well, I can certainly handle one of these." Assuring her.

"As I stated, I cannot stop." That young woman walking ahead.

Pursuing her path, believing in herself. Trusting in her partner, two against everyone. Searching for a solution, mysteries weighing down on them. Shortness of their joy, everything slipping away. Unable in returning home, venturing far. Growing with one another, protecting each other. Injuries upon them, this not stopping their direction. A sigh escaping the commander, his attention on Reagan. Gazing into the eyes of this man, shortly grunting at him. Distantness of him, witnessing the Heavenly King following behind her. Holding the back of his head, thinking on the message. Difficulty of their lives, making their own way.

Continuously falling, rising even stronger. Efforts over their years, shaping their direction. This branding on him, that commander trailing behind them. Those ascending higher, brightening flames of darkness. Reaching the peak, a crystal shining malevolence, thickness of it. A young man residing there, riding on the back of an emerald dragon, floating in the air. Green scales brilliantly radiating, blazing fangs directing at their foe. That person's hair reaching long, tying at the base, reflecting the velvet moon. Eyes of the undying land, armor of a crimson dragon.

Vision on this beast of blackness, hatred inside of the young man. Branding memories, never able in forgetting. An event of the past, losing everything, his rising hatred. That towering dragon, negativity consuming the monster. Malevolence burning from it, mightiness of its claws, fangs bleeding malice. Extending his long blade, darkness of it. Glancing to the surrounding creatures, those dragons and wyverns. Hesitancy of them, growling at him. Three entering into the area, Minerva, Reagan, and the commander. Attention on the person above, that one gazing down at the two.

"Minerva..."

"Levant..."