Speech = ``…..´´
Thoughts = [… ...]
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...Dark and light, the blood of royals meet in a crossroads...
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She was not supposed to be here…
She was suppose to be up, with her father in the party that was been held to celebrate the victor of the tournament if only for appearances sake.
But right now there were something more important to do in her mind than to attend the ending ceremony, no matter how much her father had scowled at her intentions and her choice of words that she had uttered before leaving his side, not looking back for a single moment.
And it was centred about a certain white haired girl who had not left the gladiatorial barracks after the last match.
The sound of her heels echoed through the corridors as she ventured deeper into the stadiums underground sections, having passed a long time the baths and training grounds that were scattered around the infrastructure.
It did not took her long to reach the entrance to the female barracks…,raising her hand and stretching her arm to push the door, but just as her fingertips were about to grace the cool surface she stopped.
Pausing as she took one or two deep breaths, preparing herself for what was about to happen, even though she did not know what was meant to happen, but something inside her told her to prepare anyway.
Funny, wasn't it? She had faced monsters and knights on scores...and yet she felt second guessing whether to open a door.
Once she did she pushed the door, gently...
It was open, she realized. The hinges whining loudly thanks to years of neglect of proper maintenance as the door opened softly before her eyes..., allowing her to see what laid behind.
And what her eyes could see was the one thing she had come down for, an invisible wave of relief washing over before she took her first step inside.
Behind the door and seating over a bench was a girl clad in a two piece suit of black and white, a few years younger than her with her white hair tied into a small pony-tail and red wine eyes that had been hiding underneath her hands, only visible for a moment as she rose her head to see who had come.
A myriad of emotions appearing behind the depths of those eyes...
There was a pause then, the sound of their breathing between them and the way they air moved through the corridors becoming the only source of noise now that the two were face to face.
``You are here…´´
Alexia drone out, almost emotionless if there was not a pang of frustration tethering behind her tone, but that could have been true.
Still, she did not raise from her seat, preferring to remain as idle as she had been since her arrival.
``I am...´´
She said, nodding her head.
``Why...? Wasn't that enough?´´
``I beg your pardon?´´
``…´´
``Sister..?´´
Once it appeared clear that Alexia would not explain what she meant nor invite her over she apologized as she approached and sat right next to her.
``Sister, I saw your fight…´´
``I guessed you would have...´´
Alexias voice was pained, angry and bitter as she hung her head between her hands. Shielding her eyes from her, clearly trying to stop any tears from forming and falling down.
She bit her lip.
She hated seen her sister like this, hurt and in distress…
She had always been the one to protect her and shield her from trouble since she was young, it was not just her duty as the future ruler to care and watch over those who could not defend themselves, but as-well as the need to keep her only and caring relative from experiencing the wrongs of the world too soon.
Alexia was...she was just to young.
But in an open competition? Where there rules and her authority could not overrule the norms previously established nor her sister or father would have allowed for it, though given different reasons for it there was little she could do…
And what she had dreaded had come to pass...
She had seen the battle between the two contestants, her sister had reached the last rounds of elimination process, but not the quarter finals, or any finals at all...
She had been proud and happy to see her fight during the first rounds, to see her wield her blade against the knights and warriors that came to prove their mettle. Uncaring of whatever opinion rose from the nobles that had taken seat in the VIP sections for the viewers.
But then there was one her sister could not beat, someone just faster, stronger, and what the spectators believed though wrongly…; a far better warrior overall.
And while the people lauded the victor and her father had been speaking with those foreign dignitaries without a second regard of her own daughter that laid on the ground, her eyes would not move from her limp form.
It felt as if she alone was the only one to realize that Alexia existed.
Of course that could not be true, she was the second princess of Midgar, the second in line for the throne if something happened to her and one of the most important people in this realm. Everyone knew her…
They...they had been just distracted with the sight of the victor from that ordeal.
And yet she could not help feel that shred of suspicion at the back of her mind. Whispering otherwise...
``You did your best...´´
She said, her voice growing milder yet no less resolute. Trying to push away any ideas of doubts from her sisters mind. To restore that happy and decided glare of the white-haired girl she had saw coming to the world.
She was not wrong, her sister had managed to fight and beat many opponents who were if not twice her age then thrice. With more years of experience under their belt. She had pushed through, she had not given up.
She had done her best and even go beyond it…, no one could take that away from her. Never...
Alexia hung her head low, her lips growing stiff while she clenched her jaw.
``I failed...´´
``You still did your best…´´
``It was not good enough…!´´
``In time you will grow stronger, you are still young...so much can happen ´´
``Not it wont, and all because of this worthless style of mine….´´
Silence stretched between the two, it was eerie and cold.
After what felt like an eternity she spoke up, placing a hand over her sister shoulder. The white haired girl stiffening at the gesture yet surrendering herself to it a few seconds later.
Her words were calm and collected, hoping to soothe out the worries that were obviously plaguing her sister.
And though she knew she could do little to change what had taken place during the duel, or her sisters thoughts that were poisoning her emotions.
She could still do what a good sister should do, give words of encouragement…
No matter how simple or bleak the situation was, especially since their father would never debase himself to act the part and actually help them when they were troubled.
She had learned that the hard way…
But at least her sister would have her rather than having the company of her own self to deal with it.
``Iris..?´´
``I like your sword style…´´
She said, giving a soft squeeze to her sisters shoulder as she beamed a smile at her sister.
Smiling even wider as her sister seemed to shudder at first before calming herself and cocking her head to towards her, slowly, but not stopping until her unfocused eyes found hers...
But Alexia did not share her enthusiasm…, not in the slightest.
There was a pause of thirty seconds before the white haired princess rose her voice from the silence that had stretched between the two. One that she did not do any attempt, conscious or otherwise to interrupt or change the topic.
Knowing that her sister would probably have a lot of things in her mind at that moment and the least she needed was to have her attention divided in threads.
Sometimes less was better. A rather clever scheme, though perhaps she did not do any of that because she really did not know what else to say or do than what she had already done.…
This was her first time trying to give someone support after all.
``What did you just say…?´´
Alexia spoke out, her voice….a small, ghastly whisper through clenched teeth that would have passed unheeded had she not been sitting right next to her.
Even then, it was still hard to hear it...
``I like your sword style...´´
She replied once more, not realizing the way her sisters brows lowered or how her small hands grasped the edges of her seat, knuckles turning ghastly white with the way they gripped the surface with all her might as if it was her last day of life in this world.
She had even stopped breathing...
``Is that… so…?´´
This time, Iris did realize something was wrong.
The tone of her sisters voice was sometimes harsh, but this was utterly devoid of any warmth or care than the little girl she knew held, as if she was speaking with a completely different person, her words turned into ice.
Making her involuntary pull away her hand from her shoulder by the surprise...
Once she noticed she chided herself and tried to fix it, stretching her arm forward for-...
Only for her sister to push her hand away from her with a slap, the action catching her by surprise in the spot.
Not by the pang of pain she felt course through her hand where her sister had struck, or the sudden and violent act itself, but rather the anger flaring through those eyes so much like hers.
And it was all directed at her...
``Good for you...´´
Was her younger sister coldly reply. Her voice seething out with anger and disappointment, startling her on the spot. She was still partially in shock when the white haired girl prang from her seat and walked away from the room without ever looking back.
Fists clenched tightly, nails digging into her palms and drawing blood that started to slip pass and stain her pale skin.
She should have ran after her…
She should have embraced and hugged her tightly against her, speaking words to soothe out her heart and quell the grief that had taken hold of her heart.
But she did not, for all the people that commented of her bravery and her abilities she was petrified in the spot. Terrified even as she did not know what to do…, or what she had done to reach this point in the first place.
But whether her body had betrayed her, her voice was still hers to use...
``Alexia! Please, come back!´´
She begged, calling her sister, time and time again, hoping that it would be enough to stop her, to make her see reason.
But no answer came back…, just the sound of her shoes echoing through the empty corridors.
Soon the small frame of her sister grew smaller and smaller with each passing second as time seemed to slow down around her. Her sissters silver like hair swinging left and right with each large stride she took.
``Alexia, please-….´´
The door close shut violently before her eyes, dust was dispelled around her while the room grew darker around her with its primary source of light cut short, pain started to course through her body.
Gripping her heart tightly, clenching it, tearing it….
And she alone was the one to blame for it.
She had done this.
She had failed..
She had hurt her sister...
A fact so terrible and confusing for even then she had no idea of what or when that happen. And more importantly, why?
``Alexiaaa…!´´
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She woke up screaming her sisters name, the sound of her voice tearing through the air before they were silenced by the pained moan from vocal cords still numb and unable to proceed with such sudden order …
Sweat glistening her skin while her chest heaved up and down painfully, as if someone had been using her ribs as their own private instrument for a long while.
Her eyes flashing wide and swivelling inside her skull. She ignored the pain that the bright lights around him pierced her with, red pupils shrinking to pinpricks.
It was not much, but slowly...things started to come to definition.
Bright blue skies, broken buildings and piles of rubble welcome her...all while the taste of iron and ashes remained stuck in her mouth, as if the very smell had permeated her bone and flesh and made itself at home inside her..
It was cold…, too cold, but to be honest she felt light-headed than anything else.
The pain adding with the fatigue that had taken root deep within draining her even further of her strength.
Forcing her to remain still…, or as much as she could in her state.
It did not occur her for long why the clouds around them were moving, or why there were times the shade of some buildings covered her before she was brought back into the sun.
Her senses had been numb and had yet to fully awake, but when they did it was no less surprising.
She was not laying on the ground in a puddle of blood or pebbles, she was not standing up either given that her head was stuck looking up at the sky.
She was been carried…, the way she bumped into something and the way the air brushed against her face…
It could only be that.
It was a strange idea, no…, it was a stupid one. Especially given what had transpired prior to her wakening.
The chaos, the death, and the searing pain that her brain tried to emulate from her memory's into her body.
Hurting her...
Clawing at her..
Stabbing invisible needles deep inside her skull, a sharp scalpel cutting deeply and taking spoons of brain out.
But what else could explain that? This..this strange development..? She did not know, but she could guess...
If she was still alive…., could her people have managed to drove them back? Had they won the day after all..?
It made her feel hope, but deep down she knew it was a laughable idea, one that she would not have entertained in the slightest after…, after. After that happened.
She grimaced at the memory, bitter and terrible, each and every flash that came by at its mere mention. Closing her eyes tightly, but that did not spare her of that sight as the images played out before her eyes even in the.
Once she open them up she was forced once more to shield herself from the brightness of the sun hanging above them, the skies started to turn a deep shade of orange, speaking that the day was mid way its end.
Slowly, painfully slowly she cocked her head to the side when she finally regained enough clarity of mind to realize the sharp, yet sturdy thing wrapped behind and around her felt more and more like fingers and her ears managed to catch up the sound of breathing right next to her.
Her hearing was still weak, but there was no way in the goddess name that she would mistake anything like that for something else.
Still, the sound was….cold and sharp, like knifes in a dark night.
And extremely deep…
The sound making her believed it more to be the distant echoes of a massive creature laying several meters underground a cave complex than a human being, softly like a drowning man speaking under a cover of thick ice and yet booming like thunder at the same time. Echoing with multiple layers...
When she managed to turn her head to the side her blood freeze.
what she saw was not a civilian who with no idea of who she was had put his or her life in danger to bring her to safety.
Nor she witnessed the valiant face of a knight of her order like Glen, smiling at her before he broke into a rant of how reckless she was. Or even the disappointed glare of her father...
What she saw instead was not human…, it could not be.
Her eyes widening, terror sinking deep into her very core as they watched at the skinless skull of the being that carried her.
It was pale, devoid of any flesh whatsoever, polished yet cracked where her eyes could see since most of it where covered in a thick hood. Its eyes were two burning coals, burning bright within those empty sockets they resided in.
Its body was encased in metal and black leather, his large trench coat covering most of it, yet not hiding away his massive built. All stained with dried blood and dust, the dirt not degrading his ravenous appearance, but enhancing it as dents and scratches of either blades or claws could be spotted if one looked hard enough.
The sound of air being push through respirators echoed like steel being sharpen non stop through her eardrums. Talon like fingers were clutching her arms tightly as they pressed her body against its chest while it carried her ever forward, with no apparent haste as it did.
Every part of it screamed violence and death of a level she could not begin to imagine, the darkness and shadows that emanated from him seemed to sip out the light of the sun, dimming it, snuffing it out and creating a literal black spot around it.
And where the darkness did not reached, the coldness did….
She was tired, her body was aching everywhere like never before and she was completely unarmed and already under its grasp.
She should have known that she was no match to this creature, and yet she tried to fight, she tried to worm her way out, to fight against her bindings. Not out of a pang of bravery and defiance...
But out of terror…., a primal source that took the reins of her soul like never before and did with it what it wanted.
She cried out, she wailed her arms, she tried to move her legs to kick it. Anything at all for she could not die. She could not end like this against such vile beast! Not when life was just so close.
She had to….
She had to...
But she failed..
She did not even move an inch, the clawed talons keeping a form grim of her body. Her feet dangling in the air useless for a while before the exhaustion caught wind of her while her screams died out in a pathetic whimper when those red eyes stared at her.
Looked at her…
Judged her…
It hurt to look at them, it hurt more to be looked upon. Even if she closed her eyes she could still see them, those two….unblinking pupils of flames.
She clenched her jaw, biting her lip as she could do nothing but wait the response of the creature, which would be quick….and painful.
But nothing happened.
Slowly and fearfully, she opened up her wine red eyes...noticing with no small amount of surprise that the thing was no longer looking at her, its head turned to look forward as it moved through the street, walking over the corpses or the chunks of rock and debris that covered the devastated streets.
His grip had weakened too, no longer gripping tightly around her arms where marks could be seen, clearly the by product of her attempt to free herself.
``You have nothing to fear of me, daughter of the Blood….not yet´´
it spoke, its voice cold, booming through her ears like she had expected it to be…., and yet so incredibly soft, uncharacteristically of such a being too.
She did not know what to say., nor she believed she could even if she wanted.
This thing, spoke? And it wasn't attacking her but carrying her somewhere?
It was not much, she knew that…, but given her past and still fresh experiences this was not what she had expected.
And then…, the tension in her body vanished, her limbs slackened and fell limp even though they could not move under the creatures grip when a thought that crossed her mind startled her with its meaning.
Especially when her eyes took notice of the massive scythe hanging over the creatures back.
An undead creature carrying her like a bride through streets devoid of any life under the sun or midday without attacking her at all with either its scythe or claws? And it was telling her not to fear it..?
Madness, wasn't it..? Perhaps she could ask for cotton candy while she was at it...
She bit her lip, tears sliding down the corner of her eyes, making then puffy, her lips becoming dry and stiff.
It could only be one thing..
``If you are carrying me, then it means that I failed…´´
She muttered weakly, still trying to find her voice. An endeavour that was far more laborious than she would have believed it to be..
The words dragging her down by their sheer weight.
``….´´
`` I am dead, ain't I….and now death carry me to the other side..´´
She muttered weakly, with dejection and despair filled resignation in each and every word.
She knew that her position had risk attached to it, but she had never believe she would die young, especially not before reaching her early twenties…, she literally had all her life before her.
But she knew she had failed, that she had come and met a foe far too strong for her reach. It was inevitable, those who lived by the sword tended to end by it in time.
Though if this was really the other side...then it was nothing like the sacred texts of the church said.
Especially the part where the reaper took you into its arms and carried you through the broken husk of your city in a sunny bright day. Where in heavens name was the Goddess..!?
Her thoughts came undone when once it replied back.
``Fret not, little girl. You still draw breath.…´´
``W-what..?´´
``You will live for now…, next time you may not be so lucky. Count your blessings, do not tempt fate again...its nature its petty and vindictive´´
It said sharply.., with a growl like reply than actual words yet a message she still understood all the same.
It was still not looking at her…
She could not help but blink dumbfounded, not sure whether she had heard well or not. Perhaps the pain was making her hallucinate things that were not actually happening
``Perhaps, but not this time….you are lucid as you can be´´
``How did yo-, but you are-...´´
She started to say, stumbling on her own words as she tried to voice out the different and myriad of thoughts crossing her mind only for his-its voice to cut her off once more, booming loudly above her and echoing filthy through the holes and dusty between each breath.
Making her flinch as the sound scratched at the walls of her still numb and battered skull.
``Is not your time yet…, daughter of the Blood. Be patient and save your breath.., you will need it.´´
It said, chastising her the same way a father would speak to an unruly child who would not listen.
Somehow reminding her of the many times her father would try to get her to listen to his own ideas and advices.
She would have felt flustered about if she was not still feeling a bit the effects of her shock.
After that silence once more stretched between the two, nothing else was said as the two, well...it continued to walk down the street.
She was more than happy to remain quiet though, no matter how...shameful it felt to her pride. Be it to her weakened state, or the terror its mere presence it brought, one intensified by its close proximity
It also helped her to collect her thoughts as she instructed herself to breath in and out, to control the throbbing of her heart from going out of control.
And so they continued on…
The red haired warrior princess remaining idle under the cradle of a monster…
While that very same monster remained silent as it wandered out of the scenery that something so tenebrous would…
To be honest with herself, nothing made sense…
She was still believing she was just imagining things and that this peaceful event was the last visages of life of her brain.
Though why would she dream anything like this…., she did not know.
It was while this line of thoughts came by that the memories of her showdown with those two came back, the flashes, the words…
She closed her eyes, flinching in pain as she bit down her lip, uncaring if she drew blood but not even in the darkness she found respite from those memories that assailed her, that paraded before her.
Her heartbeat was starting to quicken against her wishes, her breathing becoming erratic and weaker which each painful throb inside her chest.
She tried to rose, lunching a gloved hand forward and graving some of the chains wrapped around the man's chest, using them to pull herself over a bit even though she could not help but briefly gasp in pain at the heat emanating from them.
It was as if they were emanating their own source of heat!
``The Theriantrope..and that man…., Fenrir! Wha-where are they…!?´´
It-he looked at her…, those blazing eyes landing on her, emotionless though she was perhaps wrong given that she had never been good to measure the emotional spectrum of two burning flames.
It sighed, before looking away from her...
``Is over….´´
That rose a scarlet eyebrow.
``Over..?´´
``The nightmare ended, now a new day beings anew. Your people can rebuilt...´´
She could not help but blink in confusion, what was that suppose to mean? It did not answer her question at all! Or at least, that was what she believed...
Had they escaped...!? Were they still at large, creating more mayhem..!? That would be terrible, no one in the kingdom would be able to face them head on in their own if she had proven unable to even defend herself from them. The casualties, the injured, it would be terrible…she had to do something, anything!
But what? She had failed to protect her kingdom, her people…, her honour.
She gritted her teeth.
She had lost. She was...weak.
``No…´´
The voice returned with its cold, booming sound, though this time a little more softer. Her thoughts must have reflected on her face because before she could even utter her disbelief and annoyance he cut her off again.
``They are not at large nor have they escaped...´´
She tried to regulate her breathing, to calm herself down if only a bit. Counting sheep's in her head. It was not much, not nearly enough to quell the anxiety that was consuming her at the prospect of those words.
``They..they are still on the city?´´
She said, struggling to put her voice to use as the words refused to slip past her lips.
``No..´´
``They..were captured…,?´´
She tried to venture on, but it shook his head once again.
``No..´´
Her wine eyes narrowed slightly, her face creasing with doubt though a small amount of annoyance at the simple streak of answers she had received.
``Then where are they..?´´
She asked half demanded, partially forgetting her weakened state as she tried to raise her body from the hold she was held. The pain coursing through her body like electricity reminded her of it with out a second to waste.
Still, she was able to hear the answer that she was given...
``Dead...´´
``...´´
Of all the things, that was not the one that she was expecting. Not at all, especially after the beaten she had received. The memories still fresh in her mind albeit a bit blurry. The pain however was something that she remembered quite well, if not vividly.
She clenched her teeth, closing her eyes as she felt another wave of nausea wash through her. The taste of bile climbing up her throat, leaving nothing but that disgusting burn taste in her mouth.
Their laughter, the absurd, brutal ease they put her down time and time again as if she was a child fighting a giant with a thin toy stick. Them? Dead..? No, it was impossible.
``You..you lie, they-...´´
``Dead...´´
He cut her off again. She shook her head.
``No, you don't understand..they are too-´´
``Dead, yes..I know. Good bye, the end... end of story´´
She glared at the ma-creature dumbfounded, losing her voice for a moment at the quaint way he had just explained things. Had she not been so tired and hurting she would have realized that the tone that he had used was the same one would do to explain a simple matter to a small child.
For now she could only blink with confusion, her brain not properly processing it. It didn't make sense, not after what she had gone through.
And yet...a part of her wanted to believe it.
He did not answer right away, merely growling at first...
``How..?´´
``Don't confuse a kitten with a lion…..´´
``Eh….?´´
She muttered confused. If there was a meaning behind those words she missed it.
Then she realized that they had stopped moving.
``We are here..´´
``Here..?´´
She parroted confused, before she found gravity calling dibs on her as the arms that had been carrying her vanished.
Allowing her to land roughly on her ass on the ground as if she was a mere old chewed toy...
Not really a dignified fall, nor scream that followed through it.
In her state she could not help but see the stars as her round behind smacked the ground with a loud thud, by the time she stopped trying to nurse her aching spot and stars were no longer circling around her like vultures did she notice that he was walking away.
``W-wait! Where are you going...!´´
She exclaimed, though albeit a bit too weak for her liking as her voice was still recuperating. It did not managed to turned him around to meet her, but it did managed to stop him from continuing on for now.
A moment of silence stretched between the two soon afterwards, with him standing tall in the distance, the wind blowing past him, toying with the long edges of his black trench coat that seemed to float with a life of their own while she waited dreadfully though with no small amount of hope for an answer.
So she waited…
And waited...
The tension in the air was so thick that she was sure she thought she may cut it with a knife, she could even hear the sound of her own ragged breath and her heart throbbing loudly inside her chest.
``We part ways, daughter of the Blood...´´
``Why..?´´
He cocked his to the side, not turning it completely, but just right enough for her to watch those glowing red eyes stare at her with a brief side-glance.
``It is time…, our paths may meet once more but I would hope it does not come to that. It wont do you no good...´´
She did not understood, but just as she was about to speak-no, demand him to explain himself she then started to hear the sound of voices of people approaching, one making itself known above the rest.
[Glen…?]
She shook her head, trying to stand up when she noticed it restarted its walk. Her legs hurt and her head started to blur out with dark spots in her mind, but she still pushed herself to raise from the ground as best as she could.
Her legs quivering as they struggled to keep her balance while sweat slide down her forehead, gluing to the glistening skin spots of scarlet hair. She probably looked terrible, hell, she more than likely was... and her body ached too much for her to continue in this fool hardy desire.
But she did not care, she wasn't good at listening to others anyway...
She took a step forward, almost stumbling down in the process, then another before she stretched a gloved hand forward. The once polished and clean cloth was now marred with cuts and covered with blood, most of it her own...
She needed answers..for nothing made sense. Not any more…, it was as if she had been shove down a story of a book without her knowing, breaking the reality she had come to know and grow so comfortable with and leaving something else behind. Ugly and putrid...
Cults, heroes, and monsters wearing the skin of men…
All so surreal and strange that she could not even believe they were actually happening, that this had to be the product of a bad dream, a nightmare most likely. But could one sleep with both eyes wide open..?
So that was why...
``Stop...I order you to stop..´´
``...´´
``I am the princess of this kingdom…, I order you to stop´´
``...´´
She took another step, but with a brief yelp she found herself stumbling over her feet and landing on the ground. Grunting in pain once she felt her ribs received the loving touch of the pavement once more.
She was too weak..
She loathed it.., she hated everything about it.
``Who…., who are you?´´
This time he turned around, the skies darkening around them, creating a visible line between them. Hers filled with light and warm of the day, his clouded and misty as the skies started to threaten with rain.
Dark and light…
Life and death...
``I am the Reaper, the one who hunts the shadows, the who who hunts in the shadows...now and forever´´
Those ominous words gave pause to anything she wanted to say, anything she tried to think as she remained frozen in place.
It sounded so absurd, childish even... yet looking at it...she knew it spoke only the truth.
And with the flick of his clawed fingers he disappeared.
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A/N
The Prologue arc is fully over and the story can now take way to the Alpha arc which means that we are going to meet the girls right away and the first steps that are taking for the creating and growth of S.G.
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I am still waiting for the gacha game to continue its story now that they hinted about the Velgata empire and see what they might show, but I believe I will have time before we reach that moment.
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I know that most people would have just made the time-skip to be already in the academy years instead of continuing in this lineal way, but I think is more fun to explore the characteristics between their interactions when they met and then their growth before that time. Albeit, that is my opinion though.
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Feel free to comment and ask what you don't understand, what you love, what you hate. I will be waiting and see you next time. :)
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...The most terrible punishment...
The shadow-gardens day of commemoration approached, so Delta goes to hunt a big boar so that everyone had meat for the meal, though unlucky carrying home more than just meat. Alpha sees to that the troublemaker gets a well deserve punishment with water and soap in a more than long overdue bath...sadly Zetas decides to join, for her own...goals.