Wheels of Fate, BoF II novelization.

Summary: Novelization of Breath of Fire II: Shimei no Ko (The Destined Child). Some events altered. Strong language will be in play.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, they belong to Capcom, as the game does. I own nothing, hear ye, lawyers. But that doesn't gets you the permission to publish this as a book without the proper written and legally signed consent of whoever holds the copyright.

Before reading this piece: Written from Nina's POV. Just in case, have a package of tissues or handkerchief at hand. Thank you.

This chapter is provisional; I'm going to change some of the facts, because with Lady Kestre's help I'm doing a major rewrite of "Wings of Darkness", and this piece needs to be consistent with the facts exposed there. But I owed the upload, so now I'm upping this interlude and actual Ch. 07. Enjoy.


Interlude: The Sylpheed.

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My life... What do you want to know about me? Well, for starters I arrived ten years ago to NewHaven to study at Eldritch Meister Yoji's Magic Academy. According to uncle Davan, one of the very best places for learning arcane arts in Asparia. I don't know about that, but I agree that it's still a very good school.

I admit that I'm considered quite proficient at Black Magic, but I must say that I give all my efforts to learning as much as I am able. I have Master Yoji as my personal tutor; everyone else in the academy says that he gives mountains of work and want not to take any lessons from him unless necessary, I have even heard people that would wager on the fact that he's a monster wearing a human hide. No human could ever stress so much his students.

But I differ from them; some are lazy people that are not willing to work for what they want. Others have really other things to care about, but if they put a little bit more of effort, they would be much better students, and full-fledged magicians in the future; it doesn't matter which teacher are you taking lessons from, if you don't give your best, you won't be able to achieve your dreams.

Well, master Yoji had too much to teach, and I was overeager to learn everything I could. Mina, my younger sibling still finds it funny to call me a bookworm, and that I should date a guy, because too much time reading spell-books can be as bad as too many romance novels. I'm not that fond of the latest kind of books, but have two or three as favorites. And there are no guys in my life... at least no one in the academy. It's just that they are uninteresting, period.

About Mina my baby-sister, she hates being called that way, though. But my uncle Davan, who still considers me her niece, has told me that sometimes she acts like a defenseless princess to get her way... Baby-rotten-spoiled if you ask me. Each single praise I get is for working hard, but I still love her. She misses me; she has asked the king and queen to ditch her as a princess so she can come to study here.

You don't need to be a genius to know that they disagreed immediately... but gave her the chance to study magic. She has quite an affinity to Holy Magic, but not much time to practice. Being a princess can be a real pain in the backside sometimes. So, in the end, you could say that I got 'lucky'.

Well, even miss perfect, as the corridor rumors called me, had her flaws. Healing Magic and me never reached to a reasonable agreement for both of us, to say it politely. I always flunked those exams, badly. Master Yoji never scolded me... he just laughed out loud. But he apologized always, for he found it quite funny because according to him and the other teachers, Healing Magic is so basic that almost everyone with some little time of practice can learn even the most basic spell. But I ended up... blowing things up in several fragments when healing.

My dreams? I wanted to be free. To travel around, knowing places, people... to have fun... and to have... true friends. I did not have back then, with the sole exception of Mina, she not only was my sister, she came to make my life happier; also now I'm alone in that part.

Fortunately, I have not been by myself in here. I am living with my aunt Zarinna, who owns two houses in the city; I have a quite spacious room with several bookshelves, a nice concert quality harpsichord that I use to play music. In reality, she isn't my aunt, but once was my nanny. But I love her, nonetheless. She did not left me alone, even though I used to be so mean to her years ago.

There is this song that I have always liked, its named 'Stones'. I don't know why, but it has always touched my heart. The tune conveys some feelings of bittersweet sadness, just as my life has been since my wing-day. I identify myself with it, even if I don't know the lyrics.

I remember that day still as if it happened yesterday. I had seen the wings of the other people, mainly they were white with some other tones, but all of them symbolized purity, love, bravery and other good things. I wished for my wings to come, I wanted to feel the wind through them, to flap them and then imagine myself soaring through the skies, free from the chains that were my birthplace.

I was born Nina Erina Windia, daughter of Kenneth and Hina Windia, King and Queen of Wyndia. For ten years I lived as a princess, being educated for ruling people and being conscious of their needs; protocol, politics and all of those. In first, all was like a game, and I grew accustomed to it. But from the windows I saw the other children playing outside, and somehow my heart was empty.

Then, my sister Mina came, and I had a playing partner; we were really close. We still are, she is the only member of my direct family that I see once every four or six months, for one whole week.

Why couldn't I just go and play with other children? My parents never let me do so. For I was the princess of the kingdom, Heir to the Throne. They feared for my safety, that harm might befall me, or worse things. So I had to play in the inner gardens of the castle; it wasn't the same feeling as seeing the others play outside, free; later I would learn that some of them had freedom, but barely survived. Nonetheless, when Mina was around for playing, everything felt nicer. Well, we still had to attend lessons with our private tutors and governesses, but we did it together.

My favorite lessons were the ones about Music, and its history in Asparia and how some clans used it. I was in no way a virtuous performer; for my age, I was good, maybe talented. On the other hand, I disliked drawing with a passion. Never worked with my hands though; my pampered surroundings gave me almost everything I could wish for... until my tenth birthday.

The night before my birthday I had a dream, a really strange one. It started when I was looking at the horizon from the tallest tower in the castle that we were allowed to go; in there I heard in my mind a scream of anguish and pain, a demonic laughter, then a roar of some sort of mighty beast. If history didn't say that Dragons died in the great war from 500 years ago, it would have been one... and for certainly a majestic one. The evil cackling was no more, and its voice changed to a pained one.

Then that scenario faded, and I was in the all too usual throne room of the Kingdom, I was seated next to my father, in a chair put there especially for the occasion, while my younger sibling was next to my mother. My father wanted both Mina and me to attend, for he wanted us to see how we would have to behave when one of us came to age. I was sure it would be me, and my baby-sister would have been free to do as she pleased with her life, inside the customs of the nobility.

An audience was going on; five cloaked persons whose face I couldn't see brought two seriously wounded boys to ask for assistance for treating their wounds. One was a grass-runner puppy and the other... the strangest sight I had ever seen; a boy with blue-hair, taken in a ponytail. Both seemed about one or two years younger than me.

Blue Hair? The only person I knew with that shade was my sister Mina, and she was a curious thing. When she was born, I saw her with a little patch of the same tone she has now. This boy's was one or two shades darker. He seemed in too much pain, breathing although he wasn't moving.

I never got to see their eyes, but somehow I was sure that the eyes of the boy must have held kindness. My heart was sure of that. I heard the chatter between my parents, and the leader of the figures. Meanwhile, I heard directly inside me a deep and ancient voice, speaking in an old dialect asking me if I truly wanted to aid them. I said yes, out of pity I thought at first since I was raised as a princess, but it wasn't; I truly desired to do so.

That voice told me that if I wanted to aid them I had to embrace my heritage, my wings... but in doing so, my future would be a harsh one. Even if I knew what would have happened... I would still have made the same choice; after seeing the children outside playing and being told of the truth of their lives, that some of them barely ate once a day, some were orphans without parents, and others were mistreated by theirs... I knew that I wanted to be different than just a ruling figure. I wanted to make a difference. So I chose to walk my own path. I embraced my wings and my destiny.

Thus I felt an exhilaration coursing through me... and felt different, with my new wings being now a part of me. They were so large for a little girl, as the ones of the ancient wyndians if I had learned well my history lessons. But they were different... for they had black feathers; I had found them beautiful, they were so different from the rest; also I could feel how what I now know as magical energy flowed through them.

No one in the room moved, as if paralyzed by fear, then the same voice spoke for all of us to hear and identified itself as the Dragon God. Then he asked the bearers of Wind and Holiness to step forth and aid me. They manifested as spheres of light, and then as tall female figures made of light, and we intertwined our hands, making me feel another rush of power.

Now, my body was not my own... I was in a different shell, to put it in words, but it wasn't exactly like that, for it moved as if it were mine. I was now a lot taller than everyone present, standing about one head above my own father. My hair was hip-length and was now a light hue of blue, as a clear sky. My eyes, had I a mirror I would have stared at a pair of crimson embers radiating kindness. My wings... They had changed! I had now two pairs of majestic light purple wings, that would easily allowed me to soar freely the skies.

But I knew I had a duty to do, for I had chosen to embrace a duty... I just did not know it would be so hard the price to pay.

I was named then, as the 'Queen of Angels' by the Dragon God. A nice title, and also a very ancient wyndian legend. But it only remains a dream now.

The voice asked me to take the necklace that the boy had; it was a marvelous jewel, invaluable. It was shaped as a dragon, holding a crystal; that crystal was shining with different colors. The Dragon God said that it was called 'The Eye of the Dragon' or a 'Dragon Tear'. Using it, and a spell that my heart chanted by itself, with the aid of the spirits with whom I had held hands earlier, I was able to expel the malice contained within the dying children, as spheres of darkness that were incinerated in holy fire.

It was curious; although now as an adult I had heard that grown men could die with just their heart being pierced... these were a different kind. The puppy seemed to have many of his bones broken or splintered and several internal injuries. The blue-haired boy... had his chest split open, with a grievous slash crossing him from shoulder to hip, exposing his heart. Even though their wounds had been bandaged and treated... I knew the extent of them, and cried for them. No one should ever have to suffer pain like that.

The voice helped me to cast the legendary healing spell of Vigor, and their wounds were closed, albeit the boy remained with a scar on his chest. He had faced an evil greater than most mortals would, or so the Dragon God said. He called him 'The Child for the Mission'. And then... I couldn't resist.. I did the only thing a girl could for a boy that had suffered so much... I kissed his forehead softly and tenderly, for a long time, after I had given him the Dragon Tear back.

Then, the spirits left me, and I felt weakened... I walked towards my father and fell in his arms...

I felt everything go to black, and fell, endlessly...

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Only a dream, you know. But it was my birthday, supposedly a special day... for it was the day of my wing-day, according to what the defunct Seer of the High Winds had predicted when I came to this world. I was expecting a cake, and hopefully a party with some children to play, maybe some parlor trick performer or magician. I would have loved something simple like that to make me smile. But it did not come to be.

What happened that day you say? After the dream I woke up; I was free from studies and other activities for being my special day, so after having a nice breakfast I went to sleep again, this time not having any kind of dreams. My wings had sprouted and unfolded. They had shining dark feathers, sparkly as obsidian stone, for they reflected light nicely. And they were as large as the ones in my dream. I could hover for some seconds; something that later my uncle Davan told me that it took him three years of practicing after his wing-day to barely hover a second, and it left him sore for days. I had just floated about ten, effortlessly.

I ran excited, as if the world were to end now towards the throne room, where my parents would be; they had audiences to attend. I wanted them to be the first with whom to share my happiness, I wanted them to be the first to see my wings.

Curiously, there were no guards in all the way as I ran. When I reached the doors, I just pushed them open and they gave in easily. I entered and ran discarding all protocol; it was my day after all, so a little forgiveness here and there would come. I smiled, radiating my happiness for everyone in the chamber to see it.

There were some guards, advisers, the prime minister, servants, and other people; I can't seem to remember exactly who and how many, my parents were seated in the thrones, looking at me. At first they seemed indignant because I entered discarding all my education as a princess of the kingdom. But then I extended my wings, and jumped towards them, gliding as only the most pure-blooded Wyndians could do after years of practice and exercising. My wings had unfolded fully, the light present in the room making them radiate all possible colors as it reflected and refracted on them.

I embraced both of them, again against all proper education for monarchs in official business. They were my parents, period. Even before being the sovereigns of the kingdom. I cried in happiness, for I wanted them to see that her daughter had the most majestic wings a wyndian had ever bore since centuries ago.

But then I heard pained sobs, and felt sorrow in my heart... and saw that my mother was crying openly and helplessly... it was her sorrow, being conveyed directly towards me. I looked at my father... he was at a loss... he had crystals in his eyes, biting back his tears. I did not need to hear him to know that the same sorrow as my mother's was present in him... and maybe an even deeper one.

I looked at them panicked...

"Mother? … Father? Are you ok? Do you not like my wings?" I asked innocently... but somehow dreading the answer.

My mother kept crying; my father embraced me, as if not wanting to let go. No other noise could be heard in the chamber.

Murmuring started arising... and even some voices started shouting.

"The Dark wings of Destruction!"

"The Harbinger of Despair!"

"Kill her! She'll be the end of our land!"

"Sacrifice her! It's your own law!"

Then, I felt a hand upon my head and heard a voice... asking me to sleep... I gave in... the last thing I saw was my mother and father crying together.

I woke up at sunset... in an unknown room to me. My uncle Davan was there with me. He took me to the terrace of the inn he had rented. I saw him, looking at me fondly and proudly as I hovered with all ease towards him. He laughed heartily and told me about his hardships to learn that, but did not mention my first glide in the throne room, as if he did not want to make me suffer again. He used to go play with me when I did not have Mina.

I just loved my uncle; he also went to visit me with some other of the elite guard; none of them hated me for my wings. They also were fond, and still called me Princess, when no one but my aunt-nanny Zarinna, Mina or my uncle were in sight. In any other chance I was Lady Erina SkyDiver, an almost forgotten relative of Lord Davan Skye, who was put in care of Miss Zarina. But master Yoji somehow knew, and he always called me Nina in private, and Erina when other students were present.

As much as my uncle loved me, that day he had a grim expression, ads if he dreaded to do what he had. I still remember his words... He was the first one to tell me that my wings were beautiful... not explicitly... but it was thoughtful from him. I'm sure that I'll fall in love with a man who can tell me something like that... Wait, too many romance novels!

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"Nina, look at the sky, can you see how beautiful is the dusk, the line that shines there where the last rays of sunlight meet with the blackness of night?"

"Yes, uncle."

"Well... your wings now remember me of that line; so, know that whenever I look at it, I will be thinking of you; as your parents will surely do. I'll make sure of that."

"Thank you uncle... I want to tell you of a dream that I had recently... I was in the throne room..." and I told him about my dream. He just smiled, but somehow I knew he was hiding the bitterness he had in his heart, about to be manifested as tears.

"A powerful dream indeed, my Nina... who knows what will it bring for the future. Well, make sure you pray to the Dragon God then, and if you find a shrine here, just go when you can. Now, I have something important for you."

Then he handed over to me two magically sealed scrolls, and a Wyndian passport. I tore the seal from one of the scrolls; it was a letter from mom.

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My sweet Nina.

First than all, I want to apologize to you... we have been torn apart by a turn of the wheels of fate that no one could have expected... and for your own protection we had to part from you to keep you safe from those who would wish you harm; your father shall explain in more detail about it. Know that from now one, to the world you shall be known as 'Erina Skydiver', but for us, you will always be our sweet Nina.

This, for in a future, we may be even forced to deny your existence as a princess, and it pains me to think that for something truly stupid as it could be the color of your feathers you had to be exiled from your own castle... to keep you safe...

We may be far away, but we will never stop loving you.

Also, when Mina comes of age, after her wings emerge, we will allow her to visit you for one week every two months; just to not to interrupt her studies, for now she will be the Heir to the Throne, and will have to live up to it since I cannot bear any more children.

After you read your father's letter, I do not truly expect you to forgive us. We are being monsters by sending you away from us at such an early age... but this is the only way we knew to keep you safe.

Also, we want you to learn the ways of Magic; we feel that you might have talent and thus be able to defend yourself from those who wish to harm you.

Farewell, my sweet Nina,

Hina Windia.

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My dear daughter:

When I was younger, and also a rash, foolish prince... there was a legend in Wyndia, that spoke about one with feathers as black as a raven being the harbinger of destruction, a dark demon made flesh, that would tear apart our kingdom, "The Wings of Darkness are those of the Avatar of Destruction" they said; even I believed that, so supported a law stating that every single black winged child had to be... executed.

This grim duty was done by overzealous people usually, not listening to reason, or the tragedies that they could cause, just for believing blindly in legends or myths; thus, in their oh-so-righteous crusade they caused too much pain and left horrible scars and a wake of destruction so horrendous, that I feel my hands tainted with blood today, as if I was the one who executed everyone single one of them, and the one who died as collateral casualties.

I did not realize that my stupidity, until now... your wing-day; I know as a proud parent, my heart assures me of it, that you cannot be a demon, and you will never be; you have a heart too pure for that. I just know that you care for others more than for yourself, and are willing to put yourself in the line for the sake of others.

It is for this legend that I have, with all loathing I can have against myself, even going against my own law, that I must send you away from us, to keep you safe from mobs, overzealous people, and the likes of such, and also for you to be taught to defend yourself should you ever need it.

In NewHaven there is this Magic Academy in charge of Eldritch Meister Yoji; He is still more than good enough for being the Master Mage of Wyndia but he declined mainly because he could not abandon his duty of teaching magic and running the School. I trust that you will be able to learn many things from him.

You must know that from now on, Princess Nina Erina Windia passed away on her wing-day, victim of an ancient and very rare ailment that made the wing sprouting event a deadly one; also, now you are Lady Erina SkyDiver, a distant relative of Sir Davan Skye; but for me, your mother, and your sister, you will always be our sweet Nina.

Should you ever need to pass through Wyndia I had issued a passport that will allow you and a small escort to pass through the Wyndian Bridge. Also you must never forget to wear a cloak while you are in a fifty-click radius from the castle; It will be better to avoid risks should you decide to come to visit the city; I advise you against ever coming back here to live, you wouldn't be safe.

There, in the Magic School you will be safe, that way we can support you secretly until you decide what you can do with your life. It is a shame that your freedom from the duties of royalty comes with such a cost... I do not want to cause you suffering...but this was the lesser of the evils I was able to choose from. I could never order your execution, lest supporting it.

Farewell, sweet daughter of mine. I cannot expect forgiveness from my actions towards you, but I will feel at peace knowing that you are safe and sound.

Kenneth Windia.

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I cried my heart away... but my uncle Davan was there for me. He always has; never speaks of my parents in purpose in front of me. He does not wishes to cause me pain; he once told me that I'm like his daughter he never had; once he had assumed the post of Wing Commander, his Kingdom was before a family, so he had remained single, and had forsaken all nobility titles given to him. And he was not known for having mistresses, not by me.

Those letters, once their contents were so imprinted in my memories that I would not ever be able to forget them in my lifetime, turned into dust and were blown away by the wind. I know one thing for sure... I forgave my parents already; don't know when happened, but maybe it had to be the first time I saw Mina.

That time we cried so much... in four years we had not seen each other. Last time I saw Mina was the day before I turned ten; she was six back then... a real baby-sister. Now she had a pet piglet named Suzy. Quite a rambunctious little piggy if you ask me, but it made her happy there in the Castle, so I was in a way fond of the animal. But sometimes, I wanted to roast her for all the mischief it made: eating plants, dirtying things, and dropping others. Fortunately for Suzy... she instinctively kept away from my spell-books; I wouldn't have hurled a Flare-spell towards her... but some of the magic contained in them might have gone astray.

Well, that was my past in a nutshell. About the present...

I used to go once a week to the Shrine of the Dragon God, wearing my cloak and by night. In fact, I went to the academy really early in the morning, and went home late at night, with the exception of weekends and holidays, where I used to sleep until noon, and woe to anyone who dared waking me up.

I had a study room for myself in the academy. Master Yoji said that I had earned that privilege for being a good student, and that everyone should try to put their whole hearts into learning and channeling magic. He won't ever change, if what my uncle Davan tells me from his youth is true. When he dies, I'm sure that he'll go to teach magic to the gods themselves and they'll send him back to earth so that he pesters us mortals instead of them.

From my room, I could see people go around their lives; not that I was in a reality-like spectator show looking them do their daily chores while I just sat and viewed. No, it was just to distract myself.

There was this girl with almond shaped violet eyes, and waist-length ebony-dark hair, with a certain strange resemblance of bluish when looking from certain angles. She looked about my age, and seemed as hailing from one of the affluent families of the city or around; she never said exactly, though. But her name was something different; she was Lysiederia, but she allowed me... and only me to call her Sied in private.

She wasn't exactly my friend, but she was somewhat a kindred spirit. Both of us were quite talented at magic, but in various aspects, she was way better than me. At least healing and supportive magic had some sort of agreement with her. But she got into some sort of fight with Master Yoji about certain uses of magic.

In short... she stole from the magic lab some of the Maori Island Special Mushroom extract, and used it, concealed in a home-made pastry, in a rather pesky male student that had been harassing her for a while. That thing had a rather unique smell, and another unique effect: It shrank the receiver for a while. In this case she reduced that companion to about six inches tall and started to play big-bad-bug-exterminator stomping bugs around her with him rendered unable to move.

She did not kill him, just toyed around. It was not a lethal situation, for the extract if used the way it was made, it would render the body of the victim as if it were made of rubber, but pain would still be felt. She knew what she was doing, but in my opinion she overdid it. Maybe a rapist would deserve that kind of punishment, and I would have helped her.

The student never harassed her again; in fact, he retired from the academy. Well, he learned the hard way not to mess with girls. Not to say that said extract was nowhere to be found. And that Lysiederia was sent back to basic classes, to learn some humility.

One time I was in my hobby, looking around the window; well, I had seen the people on their daily activities. There were almost no one remarkable people in the village, save for my friend Sied, my aunt, and some two really curious characters... they looked like adult versions of the boys in my dream. Would it be too much of a coincidence?

I usually go once in a while to pray to the statue of the Dragon God. As much as the voice was real in my dream... the statue never answered. Nonetheless, I felt at ease every time I went. As if I was content with someone listening to me, without having to speak to any other person.

About the boys.. one was a rather... big-boned grass-runner clansman who looked like a big friendly dog, with puppy-looking dog blue eyes. The other... a handsome blue-haired young man, with kind and deep emerald eyes. Both were trained as junior rangers until they had become full-fledged ones.

Some of the girls in the school knew every single gossip of the town, and with the proper help in their magic casting, I was always up-to-date, not that I liked gossiping, but it never hurt to know a bit of this or that. That way I knew that they had became rangers.

Well, I liked looking at the blue-haired boy when I had the chance, so I ended up using my study-room as much as possible. But I made the fatal mistake of telling Sied about him... and she started teasing me so much about him... and in a certain way, she was right, I could only blush. And that gave her rolling laughter attacks, so much that she ended up crying from all that laughing.

Another memory: I had a pleasant surprise some days ago. I had Salmon for a late lunch. It was ages since I had not eaten one properly cooked as Wyndian recipe. It made me remember those old times in the castle. My aunt Zarinna made it, and apologized if it did not taste like the other ones. I don't care; the intention is what it counts, and also I would not be able to remember how it did taste back then. Don't know how she got one, and when I queried her, she said that she ripped off one of the people that stayed in the other house, in exchange for paying rent.

Some days ago, my sister was practicing her supportive magic, but she botched... quite badly if you ask me, while practicing 'Speed'. She used her pet piglet Suzy as a receiver, but she put enough power in the spell as if she were powering a shell clansman instead of a single piggy.

As a result... Suzy ran away, and truly fast. I swear, I saw a comet going through the Town's gates, and when I saw Mina crying and she told me what happened, I realized that my baby-sister needed a bit more training and focus so I took her to Yoji's class for a while.

I'm sure he taught her to control and balance the flow of energy properly... using rather... drastic methods. But now Mina is more in tune with her own power. Well... with my first attack spell I nearly burnt the whole lab, so it's quite the difference in what can go wrong when you don't channel properly your magic, or you can't control the flow as a steady current, instead of just liberating it.

So I suggested Mina to hire the rangers to look for Suzy. After going she felt better, but she confessed to me that she had to play her now trademark 'little helpless girl' act. Poor hapless rangers, I bet they bought her act completely caught off-guard, and would have worked for free, or the remote chance of a kiss.

The day after that, she recovered her pet, and went back to Wyndia with her escort. That should take about four days or so, and was in the care of the elite guard, so I wasn't worried.

Well, also I started receiving some strange letters in plain paper from some idiots that call themselves The Joker's Gang. They said that they wanted me to join their ranks. That they could offer riches and power. I could not care less, so I burned the letters.

Later, some shady guys started stalking me so I had gone cloaked when I went to do my daily chores outside the school. Some of those were smart enough to identify me and ask in person. I declined politely. Whatever, I just hope they don't come back; in this case I'd consider using that mushroom extract... in a more lethal way... but Sied blew my chances, since it's nowhere to be found.

Enough of my memories for now. Back to studying spell-books. You never know when you have to face a tough-looking monster that need some 'convincing' to die, being asked kindly via summoning the reaper with the 'Death' spell; or some pesky undead that needed a holy-helping hand of 'Kyrie' to guide them to eternal peace.

Fatal Magic attack, Arcane Tome of Lore... page 55... Let's start another magical evening, ok?

End of Interlude.


Author's Notes:

- Well, I hope this was nice to read, although I reckon that it carries angst and sadness.

- Some of The events Nina remember as dreams, are told in my other fanfic Wings of Darkness, Wings of Hope. (is is under rewrite in this instant)

Special Thanks:

- Ryusui, for his Retranslation.

- Lady 'Kestre Wynde'; your proof-reading has helped me to understand about English language and improving the quality of my writing. Thank you very much.