A younger Shanoa deals with some anger issues
She raged, growling to herself as she picked up items around her room and tossed them about, frustrated beyond all reason - it wasn't fair - not fair in the slightest!
Why did they have to torment her like that? It wasn't her fault that she was much more adept at their lessons, and was gifted with strange powers…And having loudly voiced such a thing had garnered her disapproval from her instructor and even Master Barlowe.
Lord, why hadn't she just taken the scholar route? No, she had decided to be different from the norm and become a melee fighter - something that was near-unheard of. She had wanted to be different, be inspiring, and to make her closest kin proud of her.
Breaking down into angry sobs, she flipped her desk over and just stared at the papers and writing utensils that scattered about, soon sitting down in the middle of the mess and burying her face into her arms. She didn't know long she had sat there, quietly sobbing to herself, angry with the world for everything, until a quiet voice sounded right next to her.
"Hey…"
She jumped a bit, startled to see that Albus had let himself into her room and was crouching next to her with a concerned look plastered on his face. She hadn't seen him for more than a fleeting glance in several weeks, as he had been hard at work on his master's thesis and had no time for anyone, or anything much for that matter.
Her eyes welled up with more tears, so very glad to see whom she felt was her only friend in that moment, crawling over to throw her arms around him tightly.
"It'll be all right…" Albus soothed, hugging her tightly and stroking the back of her head.
Yes, it would be all right… wouldn't it?
A.k.a. Albus Mode Bad Ending
Red-eyed, shoulders sagging, and loosely gripping a bouquet of flowers, Albus approached the final resting place of his dearly departed friend and combat partner.
Things had gone so terribly wrong while he had been out on an 'important' mission that Master Barlowe had sent him on. Albus had returned to find an empty Ecclesia, with Barlowe mysteriously gone, and the lifeless corpse of Shanoa laying near the shattered remains of the vessel that their 'master' had guarded so closely.
In so many ways Albus had failed and had nearly broken under the weight of his losses. After mourning his dead companion for what seemed like an agonizing eternity, he had taken care and effort to prepare and bury Shanoa somewhere peaceful, far away from the corruption of the place they had called home and had unknowingly been raised as sacrifices for Dracula's resurrection.
When the Lord of Darkness fell by his hand, there was no peace in his mind, no rest for his soul, no forgiveness in his heart.
And even though he defeated Dracula, he had still failed at everything he had fought for.
"Shanoa," His voice was quiet and broken as he sunk to his knees before the simple stone cross marker at the head of her grave, the flowers tumbling out of his hand as he was suddenly preoccupied with wiping away his tears. "…I am so sorry…"