Disclaimer: I do not own Odin Sphere though it would be nifty if I did hah.
She knew not the reason of the strange, more so awkward, feeling that coursed through her very being that cold winter morning. Perhaps, it was due to her transforming into a walking, breathing, paradox. Once a proud warrior, now reduced down to nothing more than a common housewife, bound to her mortal enemy in marital servitude. Where armor had once encased her lithe form, she now felt suffocated in the dress that had once belonged to her mother. A Valkyrie should have no use for such things.
But a Valkyrie without honor is nothing at all.
She dared not say that she hated her father for punishing her so harshly----the law was supreme, the collective came before the individual, and by killing Bergan, she had violated a sacred oath.
And now here she was cast, a prisoner, kept by the very devil that had killed swarms of her people, perhaps even her dear sister herself. Yet, by way of mastery of the dark arts, feelings of despair morphed into something so foreign that it had completely caught her off guard.
In the beginning, she had turned away from his seemingly cold glare, only to sink deeper into her thoughts of hatred and sadness. He represented everything that threatened her former lifestyle: chaos, unruliness, a complete disregard to life—and what had frightened her the most about this man, this demon, was that just as she made up her mind about him, he had come back and done something so genuine, so out of character, that she couldn't help but change her mind.
She now grew accustomed to waiting for him, ever so patiently, for his return from whatever quest he had left for. Here and there, back and forth, he was constantly returning from battle, only to stay for a few sweet hours, before leaving again.
The warrior that hibernated within her longed to go with him for the sake of battle, for the sake of plummeting the psypher of her sister's sphere into the enemy. The other part, however, only yearned to comfort him, to hold, to cherish---
"Dear child, are you day dreaming again?"
The soft voice that interrupted her thoughts was welcomed, for she knew it would provide, if only a short while, an intermission from her melancholy thoughts. Still, something still lingered. "Myris…." She whispered softly. The Pooka knew all to well where her mistress's thoughts had been wandering. "Do you think me a fool?"
"Why would I think such a thing, princess?"
"I feel as though everything around me is spinning so far out of control…everything is changing and when he is not by my side…I feel as if I'm nothing…"
"A heart that has found its match to draw them both outside of individual loneliness is not foolish, Gwendolyn."
The Valkyrie teenager sighed, turning to face her long time confidant, tears brimming down her porcelain face. "But I feel as if it were so-----" she paused, thinking of her next choice of words very carefully. "I shouldn't have these feelings, not for someone so unlike myself."
Her caretaker simply shook her head, her toy like ear bending down slightly. "Love can transcend boundary after boundary if you choose to let it."
Gwendolyn turned back towards the rising sun, her hands clasped together in front of her. Perhaps, Myris was right. That love, which had once been so blatantly denied to her, could now be realized after so long.
"How very foolish we are, Oswald."
Fin.
Notes: This is the first fanfic I've written in a while. For some reason, I just got really inspired while playing the game. I haven't beaten it yet, but I'm working on it
