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TIBARN
You'll remember the whole picture soon enough. Even so, you'll never forgive me. You were a better king than I could ever be.
//TIBARN
LENALEE
Even I don't know the answer. Maybe you'll find an answer for me when I'm gone. Meanwhile, I'll keep looking.
... Maybe we'll meet again someday, eh?
//LENALEE
Naesala of Kilvas. I don't know most of you, do I? If it weren't a lie, I would tell you I was pleased to meet you. Besides, you'll forget me soon enough.
--
He was a silhouette crouched on the rooftop, black wings against the orange sunset. The skies of Kilvas had never been this beautiful, but they had been the skies of home. If this is the last time I'll see this damned view, I won't be sad.
He was going home soon, he knew. The ravens of Kilvas had intuition, and he, as their king, had the best of it. Perhaps theirs had never been as sharp as the herons', but he knew enough. If anyone had asked him, he wouldn't have been able to put words to the feeling, but with everything in him, he knew he would be home. If he closed his eyes, he could almost taste the salty sea in the wind of his island nation.
This island had never truly been his home. Though the gods here had stolen his memories and toyed with him, they would never be able to change him. "Leanne," he whispered. Wonder what she'd think of me now. For a brief moment, he thought of the black-haired girl who reminded him so much of her. He didn't know if she would understand, but he knew she would forgive him for it.
Then he stood up straight and spread his wings and felt the wind grow stronger. He watched the sun dip lower and the sky darken, and he smiled.
"I've been gone long enough, haven't I?" he asked the wind, knowing that his nation would hear. "It's time for me to be your king again."
You'll remember the whole picture soon enough. Even so, you'll never forgive me. You were a better king than I could ever be.
//TIBARN
LENALEE
Even I don't know the answer. Maybe you'll find an answer for me when I'm gone. Meanwhile, I'll keep looking.
... Maybe we'll meet again someday, eh?
//LENALEE
Naesala of Kilvas. I don't know most of you, do I? If it weren't a lie, I would tell you I was pleased to meet you. Besides, you'll forget me soon enough.
--
He was a silhouette crouched on the rooftop, black wings against the orange sunset. The skies of Kilvas had never been this beautiful, but they had been the skies of home. If this is the last time I'll see this damned view, I won't be sad.
He was going home soon, he knew. The ravens of Kilvas had intuition, and he, as their king, had the best of it. Perhaps theirs had never been as sharp as the herons', but he knew enough. If anyone had asked him, he wouldn't have been able to put words to the feeling, but with everything in him, he knew he would be home. If he closed his eyes, he could almost taste the salty sea in the wind of his island nation.
This island had never truly been his home. Though the gods here had stolen his memories and toyed with him, they would never be able to change him. "Leanne," he whispered. Wonder what she'd think of me now. For a brief moment, he thought of the black-haired girl who reminded him so much of her. He didn't know if she would understand, but he knew she would forgive him for it.
Then he stood up straight and spread his wings and felt the wind grow stronger. He watched the sun dip lower and the sky darken, and he smiled.
"I've been gone long enough, haven't I?" he asked the wind, knowing that his nation would hear. "It's time for me to be your king again."