Author's Note: New story, yes, but I have a script to go off of this time, so hopefully this'll turn out better. Just to let you readers know, if you have not played Grand Chase, you may be confused as to who's who. Go to grand chase . ntreev .net (no spaces) and click on characters on the left side.
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Who knew pain could come in so many forms. It can be physically, mentally. . . and emotionally. Things could've ended differently, but I'm glad they didn't, or else one, maybe more, would be dead. Now we're all retelling this tale, all eight of us, no matter how much it hurts to think about the past, no matter the small part we may have had. . .
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I'm. . . just an elf. A very happy one at that. Happily married, with two children, but, I wonder. . . what he saw in her. Was it because she, too, was a sentinel? Sometimes the thought just pulls at my mind, but I know that he truly loves me. He asked me to marry him, and it was such a lovely wedding, the best day of my life, I think. Oh, the sound of the forest, the caress of the soft breeze as we said our wedding vows, and the sight of my own husband as he slipped the ring onto my finger, whispered to me, "I love you," and then kissed me. . . But before he proposed to me, my heart was in pieces, by the very same elf that I love. . .
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I never asked to get involved. But maybe by wanting to join Grand Chase, I already chose to get involved in all of this, whether I wanted to or not. It wasn't worth it to see my two closest friends get hurt, even though I somewhat despised them at first. However, they are now my dearest friends, almost like kin to me. I tend to explode upon others if they try and hurt them or me. One of them used to be. . . Well, he's now the one I love, the one who, despite being a bit off at times, the one I used to attack a lot, like sticking bombs down his pants or in his hair, is now the one so close to me, I cannot bare to see him hurt. Times change, and so do people, no matter how tough they may seem.
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I'll never figure out how I managed to hurt her so badly. Well, I know how, but, I thought I would've been able to control myself better. I did what could've been the worst thing to her, but she took me back, in the end. If I never went to her, to try and convince her that I loved her, to get her to forgive me, she might be dead by now. . . All the blood, i-it scared me, it tore at me, knowing the state I put her in, all the pain she went through. . . because of me. . . But now, I'm just so happy I'm with her again, so happy, I feel as if I could cry. It hurts though, to think of the past again, but, I should know that it's just the past, but the past is an ugly reminder, sometimes, of the present, and maybe even the future. But, I'm just glad that it can be a pleasant reminder, too.
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How could I have been so stupid before? What did I ever see in her? But that doesn't matter now. No, what matters is my precious wife, the one I love so much, it hurts. In fact, I was the one who hurt her, and maybe I could've ended up being the one that killed her in a way that would be almost torture to her. I knew she was so upset. . . She didn't even want to see me. S-She told me that it hurt to even think of me, or even hear my own name. I-I never had to beg her for forgiveness, but. . . maybe it's because she already forgave me when I proposed to her. . . Either way, I love her, and there is no one else in the world that makes me feel the way I do whenever I'm around her.
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My own past. . . It has haunted me for so long now. But I've found someone who, despite my past, loves me either way. At first, I was somewhat afraid of her, then I tried to kill her, but I realized I just couldn't kill her, couldn't just take her life so easily. No. If I did, I would never be able to live with myself, knowing I killed her, even if, even if. . . I didn't deserve her. Though we love each other so much, I feel as if I don't deserve her, this precious girl I'm in love with. But it may have been because of her, and my past, that my role in this grew great. It was. . . because of me, that we all almost perished. . . And for that, I hope everyone forgives me.
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I'm an oracle, a dancer, a muse, and perhaps more. You'll never really know. But either way, no matter who or what I am, I can't forget my experiences with this group, ever. So much has gone on, and I feel like I was a bystander, watching the events unfold, unable to do nothing. . . But still, my friends want me to write down my part, but they won't force me. I fell in love with one of these guys, but he's not for me, never for me, because he doesn't love me, but I'm glad. I'm glad that he's with a girl he loves. Even if he thought it was wrong.
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What can I say? There's nothing I can say. When I think about it now, I was the start of this huge mess. It's all my fault, and I hope that someday, everyone will trust me, forgive me. . . I can't tell anyone my true feelings of the girl I like, because even she won't trust me. I regret what I did, all the pain I caused, all the sorrow. Please forgive me. I don't know why I did it, and I might never will.