A powerful foe, his staggering pressure. This trap on them, luring two into this place. Traveling his own way, embracing his own end.
Entities over the passing time, those escaping judgment. Damning countless, shattering the balance. Selfishness guiding them, individuals following along in its path.
These simple feelings, never dying in the wake of madness. An eternally burning soul, two residing in Valice. A city bursting with life, sundown almost upon them.
Streets lining with horror, props of zombies, webs along the corners. Graves throughout the path, witches flying about.
Magic shooting high, pleasant voices in the air. A home to two, a long time since experiencing this to one. Continuously wandering, accepting jobs.
Her deep loneliness, enduring great pain. Seeking after a god, trying to bring meaning to the demise of one. Hiding her face, her eventual meeting with a quirky innocent person.
An excitable noble-woman, someone hiring the ex-mercenary. Steadily unraveling the past, homing in on the person responsible for the princess's demise.
A battle between two old friends, that knight surpassing her ex-commander. Burning out her soul, reforming months later.
Sun and moon, two from different worlds, yet both connecting on a similar line. These two in front of a shop, merchandises on display.
"Oh come on Lune, choose something." The noble-woman facing her partner, her hand to her chest.
Those eyes of the sun, her long red hair. Her high fashion, this mage wearing a black and red dress. A researcher for the kingdom, someone making time for her own agenda.
Enjoying it with her knight, these close companions. Simple sentiments, small gestures. Meaning within it, appreciating their moments.
Misery continuously flowing, those clashing against others. A desire within, seeking after it. Finding a place for themselves, relishing in their current pleasure.
"Alright-alright, give me a sec Sol." Atlalune sighing, her hand behind her head.
Her snowy hair reaching down, tying at the base, her eyes reflecting the velvet moon. Wearing a long red coat, her black top, her shorts above her knees.
Pure moments, appreciating it. Once serving the kingdom, a king wishing for her presence again. Her part time commitment, doing so for her partner, acting as her guard out in the field.
Their many wonderful ventures, taking time for little things. That ex-mercenary stepping forward, browsing the options. A dark ribbon to her attention, grasping it.
Moving behind her partner, tying it to the back of her head. Sol slightly blushing, shortly facing her companion, the noble-woman looking down a bit.
"We should hurry along, before we are late to the event." Atlalune faintly smiling at her partner.
"Right..." That young woman returning a similar grin.
A realm infinite in mystery, countless possibilities available. One from old, this entity shattering an endless cycle. Becoming an enemy, her soul forever in the sky.
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Freely soaring in the wind, others unable to bind her, countless desiring for the same. None able to achieve this feat, yet embracing this irrationality.
Proceeding with their own reason, their flowing sentiments. Simple wishes, opposing the reason of others. Their grand sins, these normal emotions.
That knight paying for the item, two companions shortly heading on their way, experiencing this bliss. Flames flowing high, fiendish displays on stores.
Children and adults alike enjoying this day, the castle in view. Finding themselves inside, the floor shining in magnificence. These loud surroundings, statues lining the walls.
Spells illuminating the area in a vast warmth, many conversing amongst each other. That noble-woman moving ahead, turning to her partner. Brightly smiling, urging her onward.
"This is going to be a long night, so let's enjoy it." Sol's hands behind her back.
"Heh, I suppose a bit will not hurt." Atlalune folding her arms, faintly grinning.
"I was wondering when you two would get here!" a woman calling out.
Someone originally from the slums, clawing her way out. Her eventual meeting with a princess, her pleasant life going away. That person dying in her arms, her reputation going in the mud.
Those branding her a traitor, her guiding hatred for years. Eventually meeting someone with the eyes of the sun, that mage bringing back her joyful days.
Their eyes to the woman, the individual's brown hair tying back. A violet dress on her, some higher end jewelry around her wrists.
Standing before those friends, positioning her arms in a thinking posture. Leaning from left to right. Observing some slight changes, soon reaching out, closely pulling in Sol.
"Congratulations!" excitement from her.
"Eh?" blankness from the mage.
"I do not understand." Atlalune's hand behind her head.
"Wait, so no one proposed?" the woman pressing her index finger to her cheek.
"Wildly imaginative as usual Elise." That sighing ex-mercenary.
A friend to them, one learning about the two, an exaggerative individual. Different shades of people, each a building block towards tomorrow, this forever remaining true.
A mixture in their natures, some problems at times. Their wide differences, those finding common points, trying to ignore hostility. Conflict still existing, hearts resisting division.
Sol moving away, facing her companion. Folding her arms, tapping her foot against the ground. The knight in awareness, keeping some information to herself.
"No, but I am still waiting." That slightly pouting mage.
"Oh come on, we'll get there soon enough I told ya." Atlalune holding the side of her head.
"Well, I will like progress to be made this century." Confronting the ex-mercenary, her hands on her waist.
Opportunities in life, some living with their regretful mistakes. Their words never leaving, chains forever binding them.
This to the knight's attention, her path in it. Two heading higher, finding themselves on a platform above.
Gazing down at the party below, that ex-mercenary holding the back of her head, tapping her foot against the ground. Steadily moving forward, planning every part.
"Before long, we will be off to yet another place. Though, it is nice to simply enjoy this moment." Sol holding her hands behind her back.
"Yeah, hey. There is something that has been on my mind for a while now." Atlalune slightly looking away.
"Hm?" the mage facing her partner.
Vast adventures, those experiencing its amazement. Different lands, seas carrying history. Numerous roaming animals, each playing a role.
Everything sharing in its glory, yet a true point. A few chances to act, the ex-mercenary's aligning moment. Reaching into her coat, the noble-woman tilting her head a bit.
Their visions on the other, words not leaving either. Pulling out a small black box, the mage stepping back. Covering her mouth, this surprising situation to her. Atlalune grasping her companion's hand, descending to her knee.
"Lune..."
"Heh, there is only so long before an opportunity flies out the window." Faintly smiling at the noble-woman.
Hearts closing the gap, this simple moment to them. Finding their place, proceeding down their path together. Facing their challenges with each other, this important instance.
That patiently waiting mage, her quickly beating heart. Loud voices, those not aware. A tearing in the space, a rift behind the noble-woman. A shocking occurrence, her eyes behind.
Its powerful suction, the ex-mercenary calling out to her, moving her partner into her arms. This force pulling the two within, both screaming out. The closing portal, many confusingly looking around.