To think Fortuna would come to aid these people through me. To think I wasn't abandoned by her favor, to think, this damned coin still carried her silver! Aghh! Why did she lie then? Why…did she tell me that she'd lost hope in me entirely? As I look around at the burning infernos that are the houses of the people of Eclanor, an ember of doubt flares up within my heart. Instilling in me wonder and a question.
"Just messing with me, aren't you?" I, Garcia Cointoss, was amongst her many followers. Perhaps, she meant more to me than I did to her. And that's why she only ever answered my call when things slipped out of hand.
Luck, if anything, we'd had that the whole day. After Melenai's attempts to keep the invaders from storming into the kingdom failed, nothing but luck had saved us. Flitza tried to fight but was quickly overwhelmed by the numbers. Ditsy could've fought a little, but I didn't let her put herself at risk.
