Hello and welcome to this fanfic as a full conclusion to my previous fic.
Obviously none of the canon characters belong to me except the fan characters (made up characters for any series).
Favorite or comment and I'm hoping this will conclude quicker in this month or the next.
If you want to I have the former fanfic in order to understand this one more but it's up to you.
Aside from that a fellow writer will be doing a different translation of my previous fic, which is awesome!
Lets get started!
Thirteen years later...
The sun shines brightly as the remaining clouds from the rain yesterday finally move away leaving behind huge puddles and mud.
As a rainbow appears soon after it wasn't enough to take the sadness away from one person as he sits on the stairs that lead to the entrance of the last temple. From where he sits the view of the mountains were a sight especially with the rainbow up ahead.
But downhill he could see various empty temples.
Another day without friends.
The past years were difficult to begin with. The Holy War was for sure disastrous claiming more lives than he ever thought from the former pope to the army of Bronze, Silver, Trainees, Amazons, and lastly, the Gold saints.
Though both him and the Libra were the only survivors he felt guilty for not being with his comrades on those final days but he had a reason to survive the war for he was named as the new pope.
With his best friend in a faraway country it's difficult to maintain communication. He could teleport and visit him but this place is far more important. Already newcomers have came and started training while surviving villagers and guards help out reconstructing the place know as Sanctuary.
But his biggest problem are the twelve temples as there are no candidates within the years he spent as the pope.
Until one person step foot on the entrance of the far stretched place.
"Ah are you here as a new recruit?" A tall guard looked down at a teen who secretly hid his red nail as already the people here were seeing him as a surviving specter.
"Yes but I want to see the leader of this place on behalf of someone he knows."
"And who could it be?" The guard was skeptic.
"She remains to be private."
"Oh..." the guard quickly knew what the teen meant and looked at him for a while before he spoke, "Well you don't have his eyebrows or green hair but who am I to judge?"
"W-Wait that's not what I-" The boy was taken back until the man spoke again.
"I don't think he's available today but I'll see what I could do. Follow me."
It was strange for the teen to get this far, usually he should have receive a rejection and instead be led to the training grounds.
Still he's eager to know what happen years ago.
To be continued...