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#86 Weapon (focus : Angulas)
Angulas walked slowly, watching the mechanics bustling about repairing the Simouns. These beautiful engines never ceased to make her wonder.
She got near one, reached her left hand to touch the soft metal but left it hanging in the air. The Sybillae respected them, said they were instruments of the God. They were called Priestess, after all, and the deadly figures they drew in the sky were called Prayers.
Really ? Only prayers ? Do prayers kill ?
The Simoun seemed to be roaring beside her. A name crossed her mind, a promise of divine love.
She reached her decision.
#13 Hero (focus : Paraietta)
Paraietta watched the sun sets, holding a hot chocolate mug in her hands. Sometimes, when the wind stopped blowing and the time seemed to stand still, she felt carried away to her past.
It was not really past, it was only a few years ago. The memories were still burning, even if the Spring tend to blur them a little.
It was not something to be forgotten.
They had fought with all their strength, energy and courage. This pointless war had changed them forever. And yet, they had failed.
We could have been heroes.
‘We have been heroes.’, Rodoreamon replied.
Angulas walked slowly, watching the mechanics bustling about repairing the Simouns. These beautiful engines never ceased to make her wonder.
She got near one, reached her left hand to touch the soft metal but left it hanging in the air. The Sybillae respected them, said they were instruments of the God. They were called Priestess, after all, and the deadly figures they drew in the sky were called Prayers.
Really ? Only prayers ? Do prayers kill ?
The Simoun seemed to be roaring beside her. A name crossed her mind, a promise of divine love.
She reached her decision.
#13 Hero (focus : Paraietta)
Paraietta watched the sun sets, holding a hot chocolate mug in her hands. Sometimes, when the wind stopped blowing and the time seemed to stand still, she felt carried away to her past.
It was not really past, it was only a few years ago. The memories were still burning, even if the Spring tend to blur them a little.
It was not something to be forgotten.
They had fought with all their strength, energy and courage. This pointless war had changed them forever. And yet, they had failed.
We could have been heroes.
‘We have been heroes.’, Rodoreamon replied.