Venturing far, years of the past. Togetherness of two, beating within. Inactions of a mistake, tormenting emotions. Feelings throughout time, similarity of a desire. One unable in pressing onward, giving in, tiring of it all. Her final miracle, this of her gift. Frustrations within, that deity residing outside of the gate. That ribbon on the floor, kneeling to it. Grasping it in his hand, holding it to his chest. Aching within, tears inside of his eyes. Rising to his feet, gazing above. That moon not crimson, normalcy of it. A seal of completion, her presence no longer within the worlds. A curse at an ending, powerlessness of him. Shaking of him, glancing back. His lowering head, refusing in allowing things as this.

"Cyra...I promise, I will find a way to safely get you out of there..."

A bond between two, establishing this. Gratefulness of her, those flowing sentiments. Reminding of the reason, closeness of two. Not wishing in keeping him in place, her order within his mind. Incapability of forgetting her, never dying emotions. Holding it inside, no matter of the passing time. Quietness of Lævateinn, that sword in his hand. Lives throughout the worlds returning to normal, few knowing of her sacrifice. A future to them, one unable in experiencing it. Deepness of her desire, giving it up. Softness winning, fineness with it. Residing in a familiar field, flowing blades of grass. Warmness of the sun, a single tree of tallness. Standing underneath it, Argent at his side. Victor on the opposite end, those sharing in sorrow. Painfulness of that deity, raising the demon sword. Staking it into the ground, crying of the weapon. His faint smile, awareness on her wish, her crimson ribbon hanging in his hand.

"Valor, do you think sis is happy...?" Argent looking towards him.

"Yeah...I know she is..." He distantly responds.

Those words you spoke...I think I know what your dream is, and what I wouldn't give to be there with you. Though...I will not make the wish...since it was by your desire that I keep watch over the Nine Worlds.

A night of dreadfulness, two walking away from the other. Yearning for a difference, sentiments within. Feverish feelings, clashing against countless. An enemy of the gods, one branding her image. Her voice of powerfulness, shaking the resolve of innumerable. Closeness of her goal, everything slipping out of her hands. Giving up her desire, gentleness of her. Proceeding as herself, shouting her soul. That NetherWorld, Ezel bustling with life. Devils roaming the streets, some bickering and joy. That bar of liveliness, Ryan raising a mug. Everyone cheering, rejoicing in their peace.

The worlds are full of so many surprises. So much warmth, so much sadness...but without sorrow, there could be no happiness, and you knew this. Everyone is doing fine, even that Levi of yours.

Two meeting in times of old, a connecting line. One of the heavens, another of the earth. Brightness from a devil, mischievousness of her. Squabbles of littleness, soaring far. Patience of her, awaiting another. Disappointment coming, accepting this. Tormenting years, none hearing her. Blackness of her path, hatred at her depths. Kindness still existing, racing along in its endlessness. Emptiness of a seat, Ryan gazing at it. Sadness of him, wishing for her presence. A bottle of alcohol on the counter, her favorite no less. A place of her home, this forever remaining true.

Shattering tips, pieces scattering in darkness. Agony never ending, horridness continuously extending. A curse of an existence, resisting the reason of others. Returning from the dead, making her stand. Incapability of opposing any longer, her direction going forward. Echoing sentiments, those feelings reaching far. Coldness of breeze, a mountainous area. Stretching tall, that leviathan residing at the peak. Sitting down, his vision on the sky of vastness, blueness of it. Those passing clouds, seeing Cyra from it. Mourning for her, desiring for her presence.

You may have never considered yourself a hero, and you may have had many selfish desires. Though...in the end...you took all your pain, all your sorrow, and made a considerable sacrifice. I suppose...those words were never meant to be shared. I wonder...how happy you are in that dream of yours...

Her stifling voice, feelings inside. One of nearness in her presence, unable in proceeding. Living in torment, no longer willing in remaining in silence. Shouting what is within, breaking free of her prison. A moment of peace, words between two. Indirectness of it, knowing of those emotions. Flowing streams, sentiments carrying through. A void of endlessness, Cyra and Ultima unconsciously clashing. Those within a dream, a space without an end. Despair of deepness, joy existing. That young woman relishing in her experience, her life in Ezel. A mansion of her home, largeness of the area. Flowers far, a fountain at the center, water flowing down. Plants on the front porch, that sun of warmness. From within, floors of granite. A chandelier at the top. Pictures along the walls, decors on display. Luxurious of a lifestyle, carpets of ruby, statues around. Standing at the bottom, that halfbreed looking up a long stairway.

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"Hey Val! Hurry it up!" Cyra calling out.

A coat extending down, whiteness of it. Shortness of her black jeans, a shirt of darkness, that ribbon of redness tying at the back of her head. Embracing in simpleness, a heart of freeness. Unawareness on a battle of endlessness, this of her deepest desire. Difference from a night of horribleness, leading a blissful life. Distressing of this situation, a devil having plans. Her companion slacking a bit, that deity coming down. A shirt of redness, his pants reaching below his knees. Littleness of problems, naturalness of it. Fineness with it, moments of betterment. Connecting hearts, appreciating him.

"Okay-okay! Jeez! You're such a slave driver woman." He sighs.

"We should have left by now, quit your complaining." Her hand upon her waist.

"I got the sports equipment ready!" Argent racing in, excitement of him.

"Mommy! Look!" Maria joyously running up to her mother, a frog in her hands.

An existence with those to her heart, loving them. Desiring for this, living it with one of closeness. Hatred for longness, opposing the logicality of others. Crushing her enemies, surpassing her trials. A final one coming, unwillingness in returning. Accepting her failure, enviousness of others. Illness of feelings, her wish within. Turning to her daughter, brightness of the girl. That deity standing by the side of his companion, the frog of confusion. Disbelief of Argent, questioning the process of this one. Those of differences, a line of connection.

"I...I have no clue how you can like that haha?" paleness of Argent.

Likes and dislikes, each of their own. Points of smallness, notability of it. Irrationality of guidance, those proceeding with their path. Some going beyond, others remaining in place. Few thinking of the reason, a point of relation. Facing the boy, disapproval of that girl. Growing closer over time, nearness like siblings. Unable in winning this argument, knowing of it. Worlds of mysteries, secrets residing inside of them. Two venturing far, learning much. Patience of the land, an actuality of her desire. Words to the other, feelings forever branding within.

"Its cute!" Maria pouting at Argent.

Littleness of conflict, normalcy of it. A heart of deepness, yearning for an existence of naturalness. Unawareness on her seal, emotions guiding her way. A reality of joyfulness, troubles of smallness. Companions gazing at the two, both shortly laughing. Wonderfulness of these moments, slowness of life. Desires of deepness, one of most importance. Wishing for it, relishing in pleasantness. Closing in the distance, holding onto the arm of her old friend, happiness of her. Selfishness of her end, fineness with it. Those seeking what is inside, clashing against others.

"Now then, I will set the ground rules. Valor, no gambling."

Expectance of this, unsurprising of it. Events of old, saving her companion. Her harsh stance, disapproving this behavior. Learning from this, forgiveness of her. Faults within individuals, accepting it. Guiding him, loving of her heart. An eye of sharpness on him, betterment of his direction. Consequences of a possibility, pleasantness around him. One never changing, driving her up the wall now and then. Pureness of sentiments, tackling challenges together. Warnings before them, uncaring of it. Togetherness of their way, embracing in the pleasantness of the other.

"And...?" humorless of this.

Disbelief of her, one capable of gambling until the end. His companion cleaning up his problems, generosity of her. Awareness on his efforts, development in controlling those urges. Some capable of withstanding, others unable to do so. Few having a hand of guidance, numerous casting to the shadows. Cruelness of actuality, never ending blackness. Those finding a point of smallness, living their lives with others of nearness. Ignoring horribleness, accepting the best. Normalcy of this, tormenting occurrences. Simpleness in existence, hearts delighting in this.

"That is the only rule." Annoyance of her vision on him.

"Oh come on! I didn't do anything so bad!" dismay of him.

"Ahem."

Firmness of her stance, one setting the rule. Awareness in not going against her, strictness of her. Two sides of actuality, one of innocence, another of malice. Feelings forever within, resting far inside. Enemies learning of her, an abomination of a birth. Impeding on her life, lashing out at them. Unable in resisting, her last miracle. A seal upon her, this of her wish. Incapability of winning this situation with her, giving up a bit for this life. Numerous years in the making, her desire spreading in this light. Tightly holding on, unwilling in letting this go. Freeness of the wind, niceness of it.

"When did I go wrong in my life...?" he groans.

Words forever existing, two meeting underneath a tree of meaningfulness. A flute drawing the attention of an entity of grandness, a devil to his awareness. Growing bond, feelings of greatness. Stillness for longness, moving out of his shell. Meeting her expectation, appreciation of him. Those laughing children, enjoyableness of life, pureness of it. Infinite in mystery of the worlds, fulfillment of what is within. No matter the morrow, no matter the sorrow, that young woman continuing onward. Her companion forever following, their unbreakable bond.

"Around the time you met me, shall we go?" Cyra pleasantly smiling towards Valor.

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