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Maybe she should have known that this was going to be the ultimate result.

She hadn't worked very hard, nor had she particularly played the game, and there she was, fading away into nothing. She was becoming undone before her eyes, the iridescent heart once in her chest now sitting on a golden throne that was supposed to make her remembered. Remembered how? How could she see any of the fruits of what she had done if she was to become nothing more than ...

Nothing?

Farina looked at her hands, watching as she felt herself fracture. The memories she had began to run away with them, fading along with her body. She couldn't remember who she was anymore, really, but then again, from what she now knew ... was this who she ever was?

It was a sobering thought.

There was nothing to abate the sorrow in Farina's heart, though. Perhaps she should have tried harder. Perhaps she should have beseeched the goddesses more. Perhaps, then, she would not have been fading? Of course, she saw so many others in that room, so many others that probably... shared her fate.

... What fate?

As Farina finally faded, all she felt was confusion.

[ Sad Incident ]

"******* ... Don't go." A thin voice, torn with pain called from behind her. She turned. Chris was staring in fear, in awe, with a baseball bat gripped fiercely in hand. "I'll protect you, 'kay. We'll get you out of this ..."

"For how long Chris? You're all signed up for the ******** military. Go save America your way, a*****e. I'll do it mine." He shook his head, he didn't understand.

"What's going on *******? Is this about your mom? Who's this man?" He looked to the hooded figure behind her. He was at a loss. Too many questions, none of them helpful.

"I'm sorry." She followed behind the figure, who then threw a grenade of some kind. Chris stood stupified, unsure of what had happened, nor knowing why he was holding a bat. His memory of the incident was gone. ******** looked at the hooded figure. "He'll be okay right? God I ... I didn't even say goodbye ..."

((Main Blessing 1/5))

It is so early in the morning that dawns light had not yet filtered through the window of her room in a house high up in the trees, the sky still just a hazy shade of purple grey, the horizon bleeding to pink above the ocean. It is so early that there is no reason for her to believe that she should already be up and about, doing her chores before an arduous day of training would begin. She was only a child, after all, and an exhausted one that had been worked hard all day previously, her parents deciding that she was now old enough to learn the ways of war, the ways of battle, and of everything else in between. She was not yet old enough for classes, but she was at least old enough for this.

Her parents were firm believers in giving their child an early start. If any of their accusatory words were to believed, she was going to need it. She was, as they said, pathetic, less then they had hoped for, weak....but if they started early enough....

The door flew open with a loud bang that had her jumping up straight in her bed, her eyes flying open in surprise and a startled sound escaping her. A large shadow filled that entrance into her room, one that nearly blocked out what little light could have filtered through from the room behind. "F-father?" She asked, squinting in that direction. "Get up." Was the gruff reply. But she was so tired, she gave him a groggy nod and slowly began to slide out of bed, her feet dangling before hitting the floor, her wings stretching out lazily behind her as she yawned.

She had not been fast enough that day for his liking. If a harsh slap to the face wasn't enough to convince her of this, the ten switches she had received later on her behind would have more then sufficed.

She told herself that day that she would never be slow to do his bidding again.

*** circled the battlefield, high above the combatants. She wasn't sure what was going on anymore; hunters were suddenly not the enemy as her fellow classmates turned into weapons, and everyone turned on everyone else. She didn't know who to attack anymore; there were too many options, and she wasn't sure which ones were right.

The only thing *** knew for certain is that, regardless of whoever was the current target, she would never have attacked Petro.

((Sad))

This is it. This is the last time he will leave her today and even though he promises with a hug and a soft kiss that it will be the last, the witch does not believe him. She tells him that, in a way, that she won't stop looking, that she won't stop trying to get him back once he does this one last thing. All Red needs is his crystal. Its so small, its can't be that bad.
But she knows, somehow she is sure of it. And she tries so hard to keep him, she honestly does. Everything is said, every promise given, anything to make him stay, make him please not leave her, everything is offered. And when still he pulls away from her, when still he promises he'll be right back she tries the only thing she has left; She smiles and says "Mort, I love you."

And his mouth twitches and he walks away.
"M'doing this because've love, not just duty." He moves away from her. "Stay safe n'stay back, Bells."
And just like that he walks away, tired and determined and away from her. Nothing was enough to keep him and he is already a martyr, so returning her love is something he cannot do. Instead, it goes with him and goes unspoken into the darkness.

Fundamentally, playing the viola is like playing the violin, but upon closer inspection it’s easy to see that there’s a multitude of differences between the two instruments. The viola is heavier; the strings are thicker and he has to lean on the strings more than he would for a violin. It’s these kinds of differences that make it hard for him to switch to a violin, but that’s okay. He likes the deeper, richer sound of the viola.

He flexes his fingers briefly before picking up the bow and staring at the sheets perched on the stand. The sheets are shuffled quickly before he lays the bow against the string to play Rolling in the Deep. He still doesn’t know how he managed to find the sheets, but the rich sound of the viola is pleasant. His eyes close as he keeps playing, humming softly to himself.

It was like no other fight he had ever been a part of. Just him and the ghoul... looking at each other.

Sure, she was singing and they were in mortal peril, but there was nothing more important in that moment than winning that staring contest.

[ main blessing two ]