Disclaimer: I certainly do NOT own Claymore, that which includes the characters and the story line. I DO own the set of original characters portrayed on later chapters and plot I schemed up with for this fanfiction but everything else aside is respectively owned by Norihigo Yagi.
For Whom the Gods Lament
Epilogue: Star crossed
A pair of firm arms wrapped themselves around a delicately exposed neck. "Listen, child." The owner of the binding appendages talked softly with the intentions of speaking only to her companion. "What is it, Teresa?" A girl around her budding teens brushed the long, chestnut colored hair away from her neck, giving way as the older woman protectively embraced her from behind. The two sat alongside a humble fire after a day of tediousness. The charcoals gently crackled and a lake reflecting the crescent moon near them quietly existed. "I can never give you a normal life, but I will preserve it with all of who I am as long as breath is in my lungs." The child, gradually comprehending the impact of the woman's words, wept like she usually did and the older woman simply hushed her while wearing the faintest of smiles.
"God damn it, Clare!" An elongated arm coiled tightly around her sinking body causing her to regain consciousness. Bubbles escaped her mouth violently as she rose to the surface. Helen, rough as always, delivered a good amount of slaps across Clare's face until the drowned subhuman regained enough strength to defend herself. Miria quickly intervened, and her words were more than sufficient.
"Enough, Helen. Let's keep on swimming. A week spent on the ocean is tiring enough as it is and wasting energy so carelessly is a foolish move." Clare uttered "Thank you" to a baffled Helen.
"Deneve, can't you talk some sense to our dear leader here that I was merely saving Clare's life?" Deneve coldly ignored her talkative comrade, providing zero eye contact as the power team of five paddled against wave after wave that crashed into them. Helen snarled. "Whatever. I just wanna eat something already."
Miria glanced to her left side, where Galatea resides. "How far off are the nearest youki you can detect?"
Paddling gracefully, the long haired woman flicked her eyelids once, releasing a miniscule amount of her power. "I sense a large group of humans south from here. If I can estimate, we're roughly twenty-five kilometers away from the continent of Vidal. We can make it to the nearest city of Sh'iadonlem in a couple of hours but for now we must keep going without rest. It'll be over soon enough." Galatea, with no effort on her part is a living radar for youki wavelengths. Allowing her powerful youki to trap similar or weaker ones onto hers, auras inferior or superior alike are flies to a spider's lair.
Deneve, for the first time on that day, opened her mouth. "This escapade better help in your investigations, Miria, or should I say, our investigations now. It seems there are more risks than benefits into this," Miria was about to interject, only to be interrupted. "But you are our leader, who has clearly proven her merit. I trust this will not be in vain."
Clare pierced through the rough waters, leaving everyone behind her. "On to Sh'iadonlem then."
Everyone roared in optimism except for a calculating Galatea, who was already considering the possibilities of unknown dangers ahead.