A/N: I give up posting old writing as it is; I'll edit some things along the way. Some just doesn't seem to fit the other pieces in.
"This is cool!"
The young Kayle, after skipping around an antique shop and nearly breaking anything porcelain, saw something interesting. It was buried underneath a pile of ceramic and clay vases, and after reaching out for it, got her hands on a sword. Of course, it was blunt — it's meant for display purposes after all. The weapon had a slightly rusted blade due to its age, yet the hilt and the sheathe is still proud with its shining black cover. The young angel grabs it from the other rusting swords in the vase where it lies, unsheathing it and slashing it towards an invisible enemy, as if dancing to the tune that was playing somewhere.
"I am Kayle, and I am a warrior that will defend everyone!" She skipped towards a wider space, placed down her bags for a short while, and raises it up more, like knight play, where the hero is ready to take down her enemies. The music turned up a little more, volume intensifying; Kayle picks up the cue and swings it again to an invisible enemy, effectively swatting out the antique shop cat by accident. "I am a warrior of justice, and I will vanquish the evil, whoever it may be!"
Morgana, who has trailed along after her sister's excited skipping - and the cat's complains from the hit, bonked Kayle in the head lightly. The armed angel quickly complained of the slight pain with a sheepish grin, but pauses at the sight of the music box where the music was coming from, with glass figures twirling in it. "We're here for the music boxes, not to do knight play. Put that down."
"But it's fun!" she whines, regretfully returning the decorative sword in the vase where it came from. "Won't it be nice if one of us was in the military? We'd be everything we want to be! We'd be powerful, and rich, and people will respect us! Like our parents!"
She had always daydreamed to be one of the knights donning shiny armor, killing enemies, and saving people in the process. It was a noble cause; no, they were a noble race. They were born to save people, and that is what she will keep on doing. It was not an original idea, yes, but Kayle would stick to a cliche if it was best for all.
She always wished to be respected.
"ERespect without freedom is nothing," Morgana continued glumly, and set down the music box. "It would come with perks, but it's not worth it, you know? I don't want my life controlled with rules and words written on paper." Kayle always thought how their views differed, but then again they were still young - a few hundred years would surely set her in just the same as she does. Like hard work and penances does. Sure, she does wanted freedom, but it felt useless if it were spent wriggling in a hell hole your very actions made, didn't it?
Then again, maybe she just does not understand it as much as Morgana did. "I will still work hard!" Kayle exclaimed, fists clasped to her chest, like a salute; she later on clears her throat and speaks with a deepened voice, like the very knight she was roleplaying as minutes ago. "Evil is out there! Whoever it may be, it needs to be vanquished! No more traitors, no more fallen, and no more dark magic will plague our lands ever again!"
Her sister said nothing else, but smiles at her sister's strange hyperactivity and walks off with the music box, its tune still playing. Kayle later on notices Morgana's absence and she hurriedly grabs her bag and follows by.
.
Days later, the music box seemed to have broke— with the tune sounded more like tin cans rubbing each other, the song becoming more like a cry for help than a song of safety and peace. Then later on, it ceased to work completely, and the glass figures in it just moved and twirled to the tune they will no longer hear.
Maybe they will, but it will no longer be a song of hope, but of regrets.