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everpromisedthunderBy the time your eyes open, you're face to face with the other end of a lance, a blonde woman staring down. Your body is heavy, exhausted from the throes of combat. Everything hurts.
"That's enough. You have no chance to win, Raiden Mei."
"We're not... finished yet...!"
The blonde only responds with silence.
"I'm... not leaving her... to you...!"
...Impassive, the blonde continues to look down on you. Her eyes are as cold as the steel she brandishes.
"I like the look in your eyes. But your power still has to grow before it matches your will."
Leaving no other words, she takes the silver-haired girl you were searching for this whole time, and leaps up, not unlike a golden flash that arcs over the sky. Before you know it, it's gone, leaving you alone on the empty street.
Your muscles burn, scream at you to stop as you try to catch up in desperation -- the chase of your life. But it all seems pointless.
The trail of light grows further, and further away.
You can barely remember how far or how long you were running. All you knew was, you couldn't take another step.
"Nothing... at all... I couldn't do anything..."
The anger, the regret, the grief -- they came flooding out in a single moment. You'd fallen, reached out helplessly to that glimmer as it faded into the sky, not unlike a dusk that quickly washed it all away. Your arms tightly cling onto the jacket that silver-haired girl was wearing, and you suffocate under the weight of the blonde's words.
Remembering that whole encounter, so fresh in your mind, only made your heart sink further into despair. You'd just watched your loved one be taken away again.
And yet, you can't simply wipe the most important person to you out of your mind, not even for a second.
It hadn't been that long, since you and your dearest person became part of St. Freya.
Then that same friend had become a monster, a grim smile on her face.
You'd been running, chasing, fighting, for a chance to bring her back.
And now--now, it was only sinking in, that your hopes were well and truly dashed.
You were a mere girl, trying to stand among the fiercest in the world.
You were helpless.
"That's enough. You have no chance to win, Raiden Mei."
"We're not... finished yet...!"
The blonde only responds with silence.
"I'm... not leaving her... to you...!"
...Impassive, the blonde continues to look down on you. Her eyes are as cold as the steel she brandishes.
"I like the look in your eyes. But your power still has to grow before it matches your will."
Leaving no other words, she takes the silver-haired girl you were searching for this whole time, and leaps up, not unlike a golden flash that arcs over the sky. Before you know it, it's gone, leaving you alone on the empty street.
Your muscles burn, scream at you to stop as you try to catch up in desperation -- the chase of your life. But it all seems pointless.
The trail of light grows further, and further away.
You can barely remember how far or how long you were running. All you knew was, you couldn't take another step.
"Nothing... at all... I couldn't do anything..."
The anger, the regret, the grief -- they came flooding out in a single moment. You'd fallen, reached out helplessly to that glimmer as it faded into the sky, not unlike a dusk that quickly washed it all away. Your arms tightly cling onto the jacket that silver-haired girl was wearing, and you suffocate under the weight of the blonde's words.
Remembering that whole encounter, so fresh in your mind, only made your heart sink further into despair. You'd just watched your loved one be taken away again.
And yet, you can't simply wipe the most important person to you out of your mind, not even for a second.
It hadn't been that long, since you and your dearest person became part of St. Freya.
Then that same friend had become a monster, a grim smile on her face.
You'd been running, chasing, fighting, for a chance to bring her back.
And now--now, it was only sinking in, that your hopes were well and truly dashed.
You were a mere girl, trying to stand among the fiercest in the world.
You were helpless.
