I don't own RO, and only own the characters in this story.

I figured I should at least finish this story, being the shorter one of the two I've left behind on Hope you enjoy the read.

And yes, my grammar is still horrid, if you can, attempt to ignore it and simply enjoy the material presented. Thank you.

To be honest, I do not remember much during my coma, but I have snippets of recollection of the event occurring around me.

While I was asleep, I remembered several bits of conversation happening around me.

I remembered since the retreat of Baphoment, I was quickly carried to the Cathedral, with Sel whispering loving words while I felt his cold hands trembling as he held mine. And I soon passed out.

Next thing I knew, I heard in the far corner there was a very heated argument between Sel and the other priests.

"What do you mean she might not wake up?!" Sel yelled angrily.

A priestess nervously answered, "There's something in her, a power we cannot identify. We are unsure of what harm it may do to her…"

Then I heard a loud crack, something broke, the sound of the breaking of something wooden. A loud gasp followed by hurried footsteps rushing to tend to the violator of the furniture. Before I knew it, I felt my conscious slipping away again.

The last bit of memory I had during my coma was when I smelled the crisp cool night air indicating it was night time. I felt the familiar comforting hands that I would recognize anywhere grasping on mine. I heard faint sobbing and my heart ache. How I wish I could tell him not to cry, to show him some sort of sign that I'm conscious and that I'm alright!

"Oh god, please be okay 'suki –" Sel spoke in-between sobs.

Then I sense a trace of anger in his voice … "If only I am stronger, I can protect you. If only!" There was a long pause after…

His next statement left me confused at the time. "Don't worry, everything will be fine. This will never happen again. Never again will anything be able to hurt you…" There was a tone of determination in his words. I wanted to ask him what did he meant, but I couldn't. I felt his soft lips gently touch mine, his grip loosen and he left.

By the time I opened my eyes, I was as incapable as a newborn babe. The priestesses informed me that I have been asleep for three months. During m recuperation period, I did not see my beloved husband. When I questioned people of his whereabouts, they only changed the topic swiftly and that made me felt really uneasy.

As I worked towards my full recovery, I missed my husband terribly, the people continued to ignore my request of information, at least they have not announced him dead, therefore I know he will return to me, someday.

However, even if I wanted to dwell on this matter, the waves of monsters that were attacking my beloved capital would not allow my mind to rest on the matter for long. I worked hard to regain my strength back as soon as possible, in order to join back into the front lines, at least it would keep my head clear of worries.

Soon enough, I was back onto the scene, my sword hissed a soft hum, indicating the fearful aura that the city is spreading with the mobs of baphomet juniors around. Waves after waves they came, and we defended, it seemed like a war that was never going to end, something must be done.

As much as I'd like to continue to help think of a plan to stop this chaos, I found myself facing off with an army of mandragoras and baphomet juniors, it seems like our enemy has gained more allies, while we were beginning to run dry.

My body moved automatically, bringing my shield up against every clash, swinging my sword to disentangle myself from the sticky vines of the plant.

Suddenly, my legs and hands were caught simultaneously, while a junior charged at me. Gasping, I closed my eyes waiting for the blow. Instead I heard a shriek, after another, I felt myself being free again, and the captivators shriveled away.

I looked up, and my eyes met with another pair that held such energy, such intimidation that I felt my voice caught in my throat, and those eyes belong to none other than my missing husband.

But something was different, as if my eyes could suddenly see shrieking and horror spirits surrounding his body, he was engulfed by a glowering dark energy, to be specific, he was consumed by shadows. He reached out, and twisted his hand in such a way, and I heard behind me, a junior was crying in pain, in mercy.

I felt cold, very cold. Is this really Sel? He is smiling with such maliciousness that I'm scared to speak, scared to move, and scared to breath.

And I fainted, again.