I know...
That in this world...
There's pain and suffering everywhere...
And that one day, it will die...
But I like this world...
So that's why...
I want to protect this world.
This sky...
The wind...
The land...
Everything.
Flicking blue locks from her face, Aaris looked out at the Tower of Salvation that loomed over all of Sylvarant, showing that the world would soon be saved. Her thin, frail fingers ran across the blood red crystal on her collar bone, a Cruxis Crystal. She was the next Chosen One, and it was constantly reminding her of her heavy burden. Everyone depended on her, every Chosen until now has failed the regeneration with their lives, what if she was next?
Even Colette, the person whom everyone thought would succeed died in the end, failing to bring an end to the madness of the Desians. Her journey would begin today, and Yuan, a blue haired mercenary, would accompany her.
Her green eyes shifted to the sheath that rested against the wooden wall beside her. Her arm reached toward it, removing the majestic blade from the leather. It shone in the light that came from the window, and she smiled softly. It was a gift from her guardian. How he knew she fought with a sword was still a mystery, but she gratefully accepted the blade, testing its balance and weight in her palm.
"Miko-sama!" A female voice called out from down the stairs of the house, "Miko-sama!"
"Hai!" Aaris called back in reply, clipping the sheath to her belt and heading down the stairs, pulling her hair into a ponytail that brushed her shoulders. "I'm here, kaasan. Nande?"
"It's time for us to leave, miko." Yuan nodded his head towards her in greeting as he spoke.
"Aa...arigato." The girl bowed her head nervously. "I knew that…" She answered shyly. "Well, let's go." She exclaimed with false enthusiasm.
In truth, she was scared.