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Isadora - Dame Knight
After tending the wounds of the injured people and making sure that there were no enemies left unnoticed, Isadora helped restore Eyris along with the restoration of the guild. Although the city and the guild were recovering from the battle, the noble knight handed in her resignation letter to Nino due to emotional and moral distress. In order to restore her morality, Isadora rented a small cottage at the outskirt of Tharis, needing the time to recover herself.


Rajin - Rebellious Traveler
When the invasion of Eyris was over, Rajin heed a word about hidden artifact in Sentria. Not daring to waste time, the tiger laguz packed his supplies and went off to another adventure.

The fight was over. The sun had begun to set on Eyris as Blossom pulled herself away from the destruction, away from the horror, away from all the pain and death and brutality left behind by the attempted siege, and went home. She could care for her own wounds. The healers had greater problems to deal with. She would be fine.

She had to be.

Still wounded, still exhausted to the brink of collapse, Blossom dragged her beaten, weary body home until she could collapse on the front porch, bloody sword hitting the ground with a muted clatter on the grass. Blossom stared up at the sky, watching the sun set for a minute before falling back against the porch. The Hero was so tired, so very tired, and just a minute of rest wouldn't hurt. No one was waiting for her here, no one there to worry about her condition.

No one. Blossom sighed, pulled herself up long enough to pick her sword up, deposit it in a back room to be cleaned later, and collapsed on the couch. The first aid kit was always on the living room table, and she pulled it over to her as she cleaned and covered all of her scrapes and minor cuts, removing her stockings and gloves to do so. Blossom stared at the patchwork of white bandages when she was done, flexing her fingers around the little white strips around some of her knuckles before slowly closing the kit. So tired. Her eyes were closed before she had even reached the table, one hand dangling off of the couch, the kit forgotten and resting on its side on the floor.

No one...

Blossom → The Last Petal Falls
Blossom drew inward at first, focusing heavily upon the restoration efforts of Eyris and her own work with the Hostess Cafe. Pushing herself to ignore the weight of her own trauma, it was only with the help of her dear friends, both old and new, that she opened up again, slowly finding herself more cheerful and energy-filled, just like before.

Sister Victoria - Elimine's Light

Sister Victoria worked hard to heal the wounds of Learania's soldiers after the conflict was over, and gave her prayers to those who lost their lives. Although she has faced dark times along with her allies in the guild, her faith in St. Elimine remains forever strong.

Sue - The Righteous Arrow

After her return to Learania, Sue spent many days with her father, helping him to rebuild a country torn by war and distrust. She also still frequents the Host Club, rumored to be making plans alongside her fellow hosts for the guild's next big celebration.

Leena - The Secret Shop Keeper

Leena's business soared in the war with Mordache and Sentria, but it comes with the bittersweet news that many of the Watch had lost their lives. She grieves for her friends, but continues to forge the items that would bring new hope to Eyris.

Leon - Justice's Crusader

Leon Vatara survived the Great Eyris Siege, regretfully giving his two respected superiors their final salute. With his Captains gone, he takes the responsibility of their rank and the Watch's leadership, swearing to always fight in the name of justice.

[I have scenes planned with a few people, and they'll come later. :3]

This is no epilogue without music! heart

The last thing she remembered, she was laying face-up in the grass in a pool of her own blood. Gale was shouting at her to hold on, gripping onto her upper arms, as if he could keep her conscious by physically holding her. She realized later that she'd known his name, but... nothing else. Was that unfair of her? Should she have known? That gratefulness for his efforts was there, and the General had wanted to hold on, she really did, but she heard him shouting something about moving, and her eyes... just closed. And as soon as Amelia's mind started to work again, she couldn't hear him anymore. She wished she could.

Amelia hadn't the strength yet to look, but she was definitely somewhere else. The sounds had changed from battle and panicked screaming to the authoritative bark of men and woman on a mission, with the smell of rusted metal and blood replaced with that of stainless steal and rubbing alcohol. Well, the blood was still there, but the rubbing alcohol was so much stronger that Amelia didn't catch it right away.

Everything started to sound closer and closer -- she could see the light lightening the darkness of her eyelids, feel it against her face, that was good, right? -- and after a slight twitch sent pain spreading through her body like wildfire, she opened her eyes slowly, peering through the harsh midday light before everything came into focus. "Wh... Wh-Where...?" Her voice was still weak, as delicate as a string of old silk. Ah, well, take the improvements where you can.

Amelia could hear movement next to her, and a voice familiar enough to her ears to send a wave of energy washing down her arms. "L...Leon??" She tried to sit up, but only succeeded in lifting her upper body up a few inches before falling back to the bed. Yeah, not... going to try that again just yet.

Leon's memories had gone into a fog. He was sure that he was on the battlefield, trying to reach his allies, trying to defend them. It was all he could do at that point, but the knight had grown tired, so very tired. He remembered a few shouts of orders from either sides. Leon couldn't tell who was winning, if anyone could be considered "winning" with this many casualties. Casualties. Had anyone he knew became one? At this point... he felt like he knew nothing at all.

And when he awoke, Leon wasn't sure how he got here, but he knew that the light above him was just too bright He shielded his eyes. "Sheesh, are ya tryin' to make us go blind?" he grumbled, looking away from the light to see who else, if anyone, was in the room.

And surely enough, there was. As if to stave off his own worries for her, Leon gazed upon Amelia, who was still visibly injured, but definitely alive. The watchman cracked a wide grin. "Hey! What do ya know, we both somehow made it out of that battle! How are ya holdin' up anyway, 'Melia? I'm fine as ya can see! These are just scratches..."

There he was, laying on the bed nearby. She managed to turn enough - moving just her head, that she could handle - to see him laying on the bed next to her. He was injured, just like her, but he had just as much energy as if he hadn't been touched to begin with. He didn't look bad at all. Amelia couldn't help but offer him a weak smile, laughing shakily. "Yeah, just... sc-scratches." She quietly watched a nurse approach, checking something before writing on a clipboard, keeping an eye on the two as they continued to speak.

Amelia managed to sit upright this time when she tried, hissing in pain but otherwise not collapsing. "Are... y-you sure? Just scratches? Can y-you move?"

To be honest, Leon hadn't tried moving! He wasn't even up for that much longer! "Hm, can I..." he said out loud, more of a question than anything. With a little effort, he was able to sit up. "Ah, I guess I can! See! It's nothin' to worry about!" Leiutenant Vatara said gleefully, somehow staying upright.

"What about you though?" asked Leon with a bit of concern in his tone. "Do ya think ya can recover from yer own injuries?" he added, crossing his arms. "Ya dun' have to worry about the city for a while anyway, hm? Ya got me and my squad, the best watchmen in all of Eyris keeping our eyes on it!"

Amelia opened her mouth to respond, wincing and holding a hand to her side - how many bandages were there? So thick, and yet it still hurt so badly - but the nurse was hurrying over before she could speak, standing over her as she adjusted her pillows to force Amelia down more horizontally. "She'll recover eventually, but for now, sir, she needs to rest. You, however... if you can stand, you should be fine. We have many people who are very gravely injured and we need as many free beds as possible, now that you're awake and on your feet. We're glad, by the by. I'd hate for a fine soldier like yourself to be lost to such minor injuries. Test your weight carefully." She returned to Amelia, lifting the blankets opposite Leon to check her injuries, inspecting bandages carefully and eliciting a sharp whimper from the General.

"Oh... right..." Leon responded to the nurse, slowly placing his feet on the ground. He had forgotten just how wide this conflict had spread. Of course the medics would need as much bed room as possible! "I ain't the worst after all..." he mused. Without much delay or hesitation, Leon finally stood up for the first time since he'd came here, whenever that was.

"I'll be goin' now! I gotta make sure whoever's bettin' on the reaper claimin' me loses!" Leon said to Amelia, in a joking matter of course. "See ya!" he said, waving. Any other day he would have sprinted out the door, but for now he was just managing the fastest walk he could. No matter what anyone said, he was ready to return to his service. No one would stop him.

Amelia looked over to Leon as he rose to his feet, smiling again, even if the nurse's ministrations on her wounds hurt like hell. "H-Hey... Leon!" She called after him. "Take... take care..." She watched him go, eyes not leaving his form until he vanished from the tent. She sighed, closing her eyes. He was fine. He was all right. Good. Too many people had died already in this conflict, so seeing one familiar face, still well... it lightened her spirits a little.

Hopefully he would stay all right.

[[To be continued in branching posts, due to Sue needing to leave and the necessity to have this up to make Amelia's second part make complete flippin' sense.

Ain't we stinkers for getting so elaborate.]]

One moment.

That was all it took Lance.

It wasn't as though he hadn't known it for a long time. In fact, he had been sure of it for so long, he had forgotten what it was like to begin with. But that moment made him realize, understand even, what it really meant. It wasn't anything special, even. But just the slight hint must've kicked a nerve in his head.

After the victory was announced, everyone had gathered to celebrate at the castle. He had gone to check up on his catch. After seeing he had somehow escaped (it wasn't the most secure way to lock someone up, he admitted, but still), he had turned . He had been gone for no more than just a few minutes when he caught up to them.

Blossom was getting supported by Derrin. None of them seemed too displeased with eachother either. In fact, for the first time in a long time, she seemed safe. Secure. Stable. She was depending on Derrin, and he wasn't letting her down. Before, she would've freaked out at Lance's disappearance, pretty much calling for a manhunt just to find him to make sure he was okay. Now, she didn't. She put the trust into Derrin's support that it was going to be alright.

She doesn't need you.

That, in itself, wasn't anything new. But thinking back to the past couple of incidents, none of Lance's actions had made any difference. Even with all the best intentions, everything had worked itself out, and nothing he had done would've affected the outcome. His plans to rescue Rath, failed. His plans to save the king, failed. Everything he tried turned into disaster, but even when it did, it didn't matter, because everything worked out anyway. It made Lance realize.

Nobody needs you.

Lance turned around. Went the other way. He didn't deserve to take part in any celebration going on. He wasn't instrumental in the victory, after all. He wouldn't exactly be missed, after all.

At this point, the cactus in his head would come with some reassuring words to try to make him feel better. This time, it didn't get the chance.

"Then I'll make them ******** need me." he muttered under his breath, disappearing into the city.

Lance Dartel - Golden-eyed Prodigy
After the siege, Lance was barely seen for a long time. Then, as suddenly as he had disappeared, he appeared again, acting as if he had never been gone at all. What he had done in that time was unknown, but he was suddenly sporting new gear, gadgets, and a new attitude.

Khalid Jaheed nar Zahira - Exotic Enchanter
Having assisted with the evacuation and healing during the siege, Khalid had found a new calling in the city. Helping the people of Eyris brought satisfaction to him. That is, until Lance re-emerged, with a plan in his head that Khalid couldn't comprehend. Nevertheless, Khalid has agreed to help his friend out, and he keeps doing it to this day.

Bozo - Adorable Mascot
Bozo has still not found Master. Bozo will keep on looking. But Bozo keep finding so many nice humies that feed Bozo, boyo~!

[Ah ha... my apologies for the length! This just took a lot of words to say!]

”Anri, ya went an' waited for me?” Leon said to his faithful steed when he finally got outside to see the war horse definitely waiting, and not tied up for once. He hugged the horse around its neck briefly, chuckling. ”Well, geez, ya didn't have to! Come on, let's go home!” With a cheerful neigh, Anri seemed to agree.

So horse and rider made their way to the watch house, both equally glad to feel the familiar cobbles of the streets. It was good to look around and see the signs of war had all but dulled, and the hustle and bustle of reconstruction had already begun to take over the city. Leon kept his bright smile. This is what he'd fought for, he thought, for the people of the city to recover, and return to happiness. He was glad he did.

It wasn't long before Anri came to a stop in front of a rather familiar building. The Watch House, despite the war and its ravages, still stood tall, much like its proud soldiers. There might have been a few holes in the roof and maybe a couple broken windows, but it was nothing they all couldn't fix. There might be hard days of work ahead of him, Leon mused, but at least he wouldn't be alone in that. He had many allies here, whom were all waiting for him, surely.

Leading Anri to the stables, Leon patted his horse's nose. ”Be good and I'll go an' get Leena to see ya, all right? I gotta give my reports!” he told him. And in a flash he was off, practically running into the Watch House's double doors. To him they were like two big wide open arms, calling him back to the home he belonged.

”I'm baaaaaaaack!” He announced, causing many of the other watchmen to turn their heads in his direction and give the great knight a puzzled, surprised stare. ”Dun tell me yer surprised to see me! I said I'd return after all!”

”Of course, Lieutenant! We knew you'd be back!” said one of the watchmen.

”Make yourself at home, sir! We're glad you're well!” said another.

”I will, you guys! Thanks!” Leon said, waving back at them. ”Now to return to my office! I'll be givin' the Cap'ns a tale they'll never believe!”

”Wait, Lieutenant...!” one of the watchmen tried to stop him from going in the offices, but it was too late to stop him. The bad news that lied ahead wouldn't be broken easily...

”Hey, I'm home-” Leon was about to go on more as he entered the office, but something seemed off. First of all, the books, papers, and even the quill pens were completely organized, as if someone came here and cleaned the place up. The other officers hated a clean desk. It made it look like they were being lazy, they said, because anyone who really worked couldn't stand a straight space. They'd drive themselves crazy trying to keep it that way.

And second, no one was here at all. No one, except for a lone civilian in a blue dress designed for smithing. Even she didn't look right without her hammer though. Looking in her direction, Leon saw an expression he wasn't used to seeing on this normally bright, cheerful shop keeper. What could cause her to look so sad? ”Leena, what in the world are ya doin' here by yerself?” he asked, his voice quivering. He feared the answer, since he probably knew exactly what it was.

Leena wasn't sure how long she had stood there, frozen by the news she received. She had been kept safe, only because of the Watch that had come to hers and the other shop keeps' defense during the Great Eyris Seige. She wanted to come here and thank their brave leaders like usual. As much as she didn't want to accept it though, there was no one here to visit. No one at all. ”L... Leon. You're here. But... … they're gone. Dan and Ghis are both gone, and... I'm sure a lot of the others are too. I can't believe it... I still can't but...” It was true, as much as she didn't want it to be.

”Wh...what do ya mean, gone...” Leon muttered, now matching Leena's disbelief. His words locked up. He couldn't think. What exactly was he supposed to say? What was he supposed to do now? ”Ya mean... … missin'... right? Missin' in action...” he asked in desperation.

Leena shook her head. ”No, Leon. They're... not missing. They were found, but where they went... they're not coming back.” Withdrawing from Leon, the young woman hid her face from him. Tears begun to stream from her eyes, just as she had gotten over shedding them! ”I... I don't understand! I thought I'd served them so well and then...!”

They were gone. And this time, “gone” meant gone forever. Leon's face became stricken with grief and shock, with his own fears confirmed. He wanted to cry. He wanted to just drop to his knees and weep, but he couldn't when Leena and so many others needed him to be strong. If he too lost himself in emotion, no one could comfort either of them. Stepping towards her slowly, Leon embraced his friend, whispering. ”Leena… ya know we didn’t serve ‘em wrong. We both did all we could. It’s fine to cry, even if I dun’ want to. It’s fine to grieve, but no matter what, we have to carry on, ya know? It’s what they would have wanted.”

”Ah… of course…” Leena said, speaking between her sniffles as she leaned into her friend’s hug. ”They’d never forgive either one of us if we just gave up… would they? Even so… all I can think of now is…”

”I know how that feels.” Leon said, tears streaming from his own eyes now, despite all the effort he tried to hold them back. ”It hurts on the inside, but we’ll both recover. We’ll all recover. You and I, and the city of Eyris are strong, Leena. I know when we heal we’ll be better than ever.”