Myricia was dazed. Just now she held Sephaies's hand and then...what just happened?
Looking around she was sitting on the same exact spot on the road as she was before, even the people that passed by were the same.
Where's he? He was just here.
She looked at her hand that had just touched the boy's hand.
C-could it be...? No. No no no bad thoughts! Have to stay positive!
She looked around herself again as she stood up from the ground. Just then...
"Are you okay miss?"
"Hk!" A soft voice came from behind her. She turned around to see "him" standing there. His golden brown eyes gazed into her dull liliac eyes searching for any signs of discomfort.
Wait wasnt he talking to me a few minutes ago.This is getting very messy.
"U-um this might be a bit sudden but can I...like, know your name?"
"Eh?" He took a step back caught off guard by her sudden question.
Ohhhhh God this is so embarrassing!! Asking for someone's name I just met while I'm looking like such as mess!!! Urgh.
The boy looked at her and pondered about what he should respond with.
Certainly giving some stranger your name was not a very smart thing to do and it was also one of the things that his mother had forbidden him from doing but looking at the girl's desperation...I'm sorry mother,forgive me this once.
"It is Sephaies. Sephaies Nol Tresta. It's a pleasure to make acquaintance of you."
Performing a theatrical bow and the over the top introduction, he couldn't help but feel like a bit proud that he done it exactly as he had been taught.
"Nol? Not Vors?"
"Vors?... Oh yes, the family of the Nol is a branch of the ancient clan of Vors Tresta."
"Wait. Ancient?"
As soon as the those words entered her ears, she fell deep into her thoughts. Truly there was no other explanation. This has to be-
"Would you mind answering this answer of mine?"
She had a theory ready but it was not something she likes at all. In fact, her feas are about to real.
"Yes?"
She gulped and asked "...How many years has it been since the Vors family split up? "
The boy looked at her dumbfounded.
Isn't that supposed to be common knowledge? And also, judging from her....old-fashioned yet intricate clothes, she must definitely be a noble. Is she trying to mess with me? No, it must be because she didn't paid enough attention to her tutors. Yup! Yup! That's the only correct explanation! And finally someone with whom I can share my never ending knowledge on history!
Sephaies was a man of simple thoughts. He cheerfully came up with a reason and deemed it to be the correct explanation, like an enthusiastic child who thinks that he's got the perfect answer to a question asked to him.
Why's he smiling weirdly? she thought
"Ahem! So that is your question? I see? A simple one."
And now he's talking weirdly too, like an excited child?
"To answer your question it has been exactly 153 years since the ancient family of the Nors broke off. It happened after the 3rd Great War of Sun-baen in the Serian epoch."
Normally upon hearing someone speak of exact years in history, Myricia wouldn't have been shy to call them a "Nerd" or a "bookworm" right to their faces. She would've definitely done it here too but right now her mind was occupied by something way more serious here.
" I-in the Serian epoch...153...years."
She repeated his words with a stammering voice. Oh god, it is a time leap.
"Yeah?" The boy tilted his head to the left as he tried to grasp the meaning of the complex emotions on her face, hoping to be able to comfort her a little.
I need to think of something quick.
She looked up at the boy and wondered about her chances of having him help her...speaking of which. He looks quite like him. Should i give it a shot?
"I do thank you for your time sir, but I must ask. Do you know or have any remembrance of another man named Sephaies?"
If I am correct about his situation, I just need to keep pushing him. A smile formed on her face, the smile that one used to bore but has now been tainted colourless by a person's, by her incompetence.
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"The sage is here!"
Sage?
...
"SLAY THOSE HERETICS!!"
No that's...
Please
"Marin believes in you papa!"
Who?
Don't believe in me
"If i hold your hand wont you disappear too?!"
Who are you?
I'm sorry
"Worthless waste of time."
Who are you all?
I'm sorry
sorry
sorry
sorry
sorry
sorry
sorry
sorry
sorry
sorry
sorry
sorry
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"-o?"
"-e-?"
"-ou there?"
"Hey?"
"Ow!" A sudden stinging pain in my arm woke me up from my trance. Looking down it was actually her who was pinching my arm.
"Ah! You're back, you werent responding to my call so i thought pinching might work."
"...trance huh? Thank you waking me up and sorry for zoning out on you. It seems I've had quite a lot on my mind recently."
"Is that so?" So it did work, i guess i will just have to keep on pushing him until he regains his memories~
"Yes. Leaving me aside, do you have a place to stay?"
"Well...about that..." She nervously looked around with sheepish smile, trying to avoid his gaze.
"Huff, very well. My family manor is down the street you can stay there for the time being if you want too."
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It was just a simple request. It was a second chance. It was probably a chance he provided me. It was a new life i could've taken. It was a new life i could've chosen. New people i could've called family. New house. New friends but...I wanted to be with him.
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Sky took shape.
The ground grew near.
Colors sharpened.
All turned clear.
The air could be felt.
The crowd could be heard.
She could feel, she coud describe, she could think and she could remember.
"... "
She felt a connection to the area which was very familiar.
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The Hoshi Town invasion
The capture of the city of Fralli
The tyrant of Kollak
The declaration of the 3rd Great War
The battle of Pranta
How many times have i done it? Thousands? Millions?
I can't remember. I don't have time for such frivolous matters.
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"Hey Seph"
"Hm?"
Her pitch black eyes locked onto his beautiful blue-green kaleidoscope like eyes. The light from a single lantern cascading over their faces as they sat side by side on the bed in a wood cabin.
"Where do you think we messed up?" I asked looking at him. "Please dont sugarcoat it and tell me your honest opinion."
"...I think it would've been nice and very helpful if we left Rein alive. He was just a poor child. Him being with us would have without a doubt made the Battle of Pranta a success."
I see. I will have to redo that right?~God I've forgotten how many times it.
"But there is no point in dweling on the past right? Just like a river, the previous wave has brushed past us, it's no use trying to catch up to it right? So let us focus on the wave that is yet to come."
"Why are you being so poetic all of a sudden?"
"Hahaha it was fun that's why, despite all the suffering and hardship i face, i want to smile, laugh and do what i love all the while protecting as many as i can." He said positively with his trademark smile.
"I see then. You truly are a very kind person." Just like him. Too kind. She said with a smile as she positioned her index and middle finger at the temple of her head with mana rapidly pooling up at the tip of the fingers forming a small ball of immense energy.
"What are you doi-MYRICIA STOP!!!"
"I'm sorry but next time Seph."
He tried to reach out his hand to stop her but all he met was her beautiful smile which was now just a mess of skull, brain matter, eyes, and blood, splattered all across the wall.
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R̸̨͘͜͟͝͞҉̷̵̵̸̡̀͘͢͡͞͞ę̵̵̢̛͘͢͟͠͠͡t̸̶̸̡͢͞͝͠͝r̴̷̨̡͘͘͞͡͞à̷̸̡͢͟͡͝͞c̴̵̴̢̛̕͢͜͡t̴̶̨̨̡̛̕͜͟
Ę̷̶̸̷̢̀̀̀͘͜͟͢͡͠͠͡r̶̷̷̵̨̢̨̢͟͞͝à̵̀͘͘͟͝͡͝͝s̶̷̡̨̀̀͘͜͞͝͡e̴̶̵͢͞͠͏̸̷͢
T̷̵̵̶̨̛͢͠͡͡͞r̵̶͘͢͡͝͝͏͜͏à̵̡̢̀̀͢͞͡͏c̴̡͘͘͜͠͡͠͞͡e̸̢͏̴̴̨͟͡͝͞
E͏̵̨̢̡̛͟͜͟͞͠͞͝͡͞R̷̵̨͘͝͞͠͏̵̢̀͟͜͞R̶̸͘͠͏̸̛͘͟͟͝Ò̴̶̶̢̨̢͞͠͠͞͠͞R̡̀͘͟͝͞͝͏̵̢
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Sephaies Vors Tresta was a kind-hearted man. He was also the man i admired and loved the most. He was caring, smart and strong, basically everything you can expect from an ideal partner. His smile always brought a smile on everyone's face around him. He cared for everyone and everything no matter how much someone hated him in return. But i could see, beneath that bright smile was a hurt man who was broken by his mistakes and had become being a slave to fate and virtue. That is why i knew, his reason for helping others was just an excuse he came up with to hide away the thoughts he had about himself. To have a reason to love himself.
Sephaies Nol Tresta was a very kind-hearted young boy. He was a pure kid who wanted to enjoy his life. He was neither very smart nor was he that strong. He was the definition of what one would call a normal person thrown into the worst situations. He always had a big smile on his face that seemed out of place most of the times. One could say that he was just an awkward fellow who was not very social and thus put on a smile to hide his awkwardness but those with good eyes could clearly that the smile was not just a makeup he had put on because beneath that smile was a man whose sole request was to be happy.
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R̸̨͘͜͟͝͞҉̷̵̵̸̡̀͘͢͡͞͞ę̵̵̢̛͘͢͟͠͠͡t̸̶̸̡͢͞͝͠͝r̴̷̨̡͘͘͞͡͞à̷̸̡͢͟͡͝͞c̴̵̴̢̛̕͢͜͡t̴̶̨̨̡̛̕͜͟
Ę̷̶̸̷̢̀̀̀͘͜͟͢͡͠͠͡r̶̷̷̵̨̢̨̢͟͞͝à̵̀͘͘͟͝͡͝͝s̶̷̡̨̀̀͘͜͞͝͡e̴̶̵͢͞͠͏̸̷͢
T̷̵̵̶̨̛͢͠͡͡͞r̵̶͘͢͡͝͝͏͜͏à̵̡̢̀̀͢͞͡͏c̴̡͘͘͜͠͡͠͞͡e̸̢͏̴̴̨͟͡͝͞
E͏̵̨̢̡̛͟͜͟͞͠͞͝͡͞R̷̵̨͘͝͞͠͏̵̢̀͟͜͞R̶̸͘͠͏̸̛͘͟͟͝Ò̴̶̶̢̨̢͞͠͠͞͠͞R̡̀͘͟͝͞͝͏̵̢
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Fires rose high up reaching the heavens. The cries of soldiers died down slowly, the sound of explosions became silent on by one. Flags were hosted, marking the end of the endless bloodbath. It was over.
In the middle of the fiery city was a humongous castle, which had now been reduced to a demolished pile of broken walls and roomless doors.
Somewhere there-"Seph!"-turning round the corner, she found 'him' kneeling down as 'he' looked at me.
Something's wrong with him. I can tell that he is Seph but...why cant i understand his form.
Sephieas's form was unreadable, he was blank without colours or any lines that differentiated him from the surrounding. It was almost as if the canvas holding his picture had disappeared, leaving an empty space filled with something and nothing simultaneously.
"wHo's? thErE?" He cocked his head towards her. His pitch black eyes locking onto hers in an attempt to figure out who was there before him.
"It's me, Myricia. It's alright I'm her-"
Her words were abruptly interuppted as she felt two hands firmly grab her neck as they slammed her down on the rocky floor.
"Agh!"
"You you you YOU YOU WERE THE ONE WHO MADE ME LIKE THIS!!!"
"Wha-ugh"
"ALL THAT I SACRIFICED, IT WAS BECAUSE OF YOU! WHY WOULD YOU LEAD ME DOWN THIS PATH!!! YOU PROMISED THAT I WOULD BE ABLE TO SAVE THEM ALL!!! WHY WOULD YOU?! WHY WHY WHY WHY Why...why?"
His grip on her neck tightened further as he spiralled down into hatred.
"ALL OF YOUR WORDS ARE JUST A LIE!! YOU THINK I CANT TELL?!?! YOU THINK THAT I NEVER NOTICED HOW ALL OF YOUR WORDS! EVERY! SINGLE! ONE OF THEM!! YOU DIRECTED THEM TOWARDS HIM NOT ME DIDNT YOU HUH?!?! DIDN'T YOU HUH?! Didn't you! Didn't you...why...did you." His tears of aguish, of despair, of lonliness fell on her face giving her a stark reminder of who she had become and what sins she held.
"sEph.."
*CRACK*
A sharp sound came from her neck. Her 2nd cervical vertebrae had been destroyed because of the sheer force, ruslting in her immediate death
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R̸̨͘͜͟͝͞҉̷̵̵̸̡̀͘͢͡͞͞ę̵̵̢̛͘͢͟͠͠͡t̸̶̸̡͢͞͝͠͝r̴̷̨̡͘͘͞͡͞à̷̸̡͢͟͡͝͞c̴̵̴̢̛̕͢͜͡t̴̶̨̨̡̛̕͜͟
Ę̷̶̸̷̢̀̀̀͘͜͟͢͡͠͠͡r̶̷̷̵̨̢̨̢͟͞͝à̵̀͘͘͟͝͡͝͝s̶̷̡̨̀̀͘͜͞͝͡e̴̶̵͢͞͠͏̸̷͢
T̷̵̵̶̨̛͢͠͡͡͞r̵̶͘͢͡͝͝͏͜͏à̵̡̢̀̀͢͞͡͏c̴̡͘͘͜͠͡͠͞͡e̸̢͏̴̴̨͟͡͝͞
E͏̵̨̢̡̛͟͜͟͞͠͞͝͡͞R̷̵̨͘͝͞͠͏̵̢̀͟͜͞R̶̸͘͠͏̸̛͘͟͟͝Ò̴̶̶̢̨̢͞͠͠͞͠͞R̡̀͘͟͝͞͝͏̵̢
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"Seph I-"
*CRACK*
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R̸̨͘͜͟͝͞҉̷̵̵̸̡̀͘͢͡͞͞ę̵̵̢̛͘͢͟͠͠͡t̸̶̸̡͢͞͝͠͝r̴̷̨̡͘͘͞͡͞à̷̸̡͢͟͡͝͞c̴̵̴̢̛̕͢͜͡t̴̶̨̨̡̛̕͜͟
Ę̷̶̸̷̢̀̀̀͘͜͟͢͡͠͠͡r̶̷̷̵̨̢̨̢͟͞͝à̵̀͘͘͟͝͡͝͝s̶̷̡̨̀̀͘͜͞͝͡e̴̶̵͢͞͠͏̸̷͢
T̷̵̵̶̨̛͢͠͡͡͞r̵̶͘͢͡͝͝͏͜͏à̵̡̢̀̀͢͞͡͏c̴̡͘͘͜͠͡͠͞͡e̸̢͏̴̴̨͟͡͝͞
E͏̵̨̢̡̛͟͜͟͞͠͞͝͡͞R̷̵̨͘͝͞͠͏̵̢̀͟͜͞R̶̸͘͠͏̸̛͘͟͟͝Ò̴̶̶̢̨̢͞͠͠͞͠͞R̡̀͘͟͝͞͝͏̵̢
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"It's okay i am he-"
*CRACK*
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R̸̨͘͜͟͝͞҉̷̵̵̸̡̀͘͢͡͞͞ę̵̵̢̛͘͢͟͠͠͡t̸̶̸̡͢͞͝͠͝r̴̷̨̡͘͘͞͡͞à̷̸̡͢͟͡͝͞c̴̵̴̢̛̕͢͜͡t̴̶̨̨̡̛̕͜͟
Ę̷̶̸̷̢̀̀̀͘͜͟͢͡͠͠͡r̶̷̷̵̨̢̨̢͟͞͝à̵̀͘͘͟͝͡͝͝s̶̷̡̨̀̀͘͜͞͝͡e̴̶̵͢͞͠͏̸̷͢
T̷̵̵̶̨̛͢͠͡͡͞r̵̶͘͢͡͝͝͏͜͏à̵̡̢̀̀͢͞͡͏c̴̡͘͘͜͠͡͠͞͡e̸̢͏̴̴̨͟͡͝͞
E͏̵̨̢̡̛͟͜͟͞͠͞͝͡͞R̷̵̨͘͝͞͠͏̵̢̀͟͜͞R̶̸͘͠͏̸̛͘͟͟͝Ò̴̶̶̢̨̢͞͠͠͞͠͞R̡̀͘͟͝͞͝͏̵̢
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"Se-"
*CRACK*
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"Listen to m-"
*CRACK*
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R̸̨͘͜͟͝͞҉̷̵̵̸̡̀͘͢͡͞͞ę̵̵̢̛͘͢͟͠͠͡t̸̶̸̡͢͞͝͠͝r̴̷̨̡͘͘͞͡͞à̷̸̡͢͟͡͝͞c̴̵̴̢̛̕͢͜͡t̴̶̨̨̡̛̕͜͟
Ę̷̶̸̷̢̀̀̀͘͜͟͢͡͠͠͡r̶̷̷̵̨̢̨̢͟͞͝à̵̀͘͘͟͝͡͝͝s̶̷̡̨̀̀͘͜͞͝͡e̴̶̵͢͞͠͏̸̷͢
T̷̵̵̶̨̛͢͠͡͡͞r̵̶͘͢͡͝͝͏͜͏à̵̡̢̀̀͢͞͡͏c̴̡͘͘͜͠͡͠͞͡e̸̢͏̴̴̨͟͡͝͞
E͏̵̨̢̡̛͟͜͟͞͠͞͝͡͞R̷̵̨͘͝͞͠͏̵̢̀͟͜͞R̶̸͘͠͏̸̛͘͟͟͝Ò̴̶̶̢̨̢͞͠͠͞͠͞R̡̀͘͟͝͞͝͏̵̢
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"List-"
*CRACK*
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R̸̨͘͜͟͝͞҉̷̵̵̸̡̀͘͢͡͞͞ę̵̵̢̛͘͢͟͠͠͡t̸̶̸̡͢͞͝͠͝r̴̷̨̡͘͘͞͡͞à̷̸̡͢͟͡͝͞c̴̵̴̢̛̕͢͜͡t̴̶̨̨̡̛̕͜͟
Ę̷̶̸̷̢̀̀̀͘͜͟͢͡͠͠͡r̶̷̷̵̨̢̨̢͟͞͝à̵̀͘͘͟͝͡͝͝s̶̷̡̨̀̀͘͜͞͝͡e̴̶̵͢͞͠͏̸̷͢
T̷̵̵̶̨̛͢͠͡͡͞r̵̶͘͢͡͝͝͏͜͏à̵̡̢̀̀͢͞͡͏c̴̡͘͘͜͠͡͠͞͡e̸̢͏̴̴̨͟͡͝͞
E͏̵̨̢̡̛͟͜͟͞͠͞͝͡͞R̷̵̨͘͝͞͠͏̵̢̀͟͜͞R̶̸͘͠͏̸̛͘͟͟͝Ò̴̶̶̢̨̢͞͠͠͞͠͞R̡̀͘͟͝͞͝͏̵̢
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R̸̨͘͜͟͝͞҉̷̵̵̸̡̀͘͢͡͞͞ę̵̵̢̛͘͢͟͠͠͡t̸̶̸̡͢͞͝͠͝r̴̷̨̡͘͘͞͡͞à̷̸̡͢͟͡͝͞c̴̵̴̢̛̕͢͜͡t̴̶̨̨̡̛̕͜͟
Ę̷̶̸̷̢̀̀̀͘͜͟͢͡͠͠͡r̶̷̷̵̨̢̨̢͟͞͝à̵̀͘͘͟͝͡͝͝s̶̷̡̨̀̀͘͜͞͝͡e̴̶̵͢͞͠͏̸̷͢
T̷̵̵̶̨̛͢͠͡͡͞r̵̶͘͢͡͝͝͏͜͏à̵̡̢̀̀͢͞͡͏c̴̡͘͘͜͠͡͠͞͡e̸̢͏̴̴̨͟͡͝͞
E͏̵̨̢̡̛͟͜͟͞͠͞͝͡͞R̷̵̨͘͝͞͠͏̵̢̀͟͜͞R̶̸͘͠͏̸̛͘͟͟͝Ò̴̶̶̢̨̢͞͠͠͞͠͞R̡̀͘͟͝͞͝͏̵̢
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R̸̨͘͜͟͝͞҉̷̵̵̸̡̀͘͢͡͞͞ę̵̵̢̛͘͢͟͠͠͡t̸̶̸̡͢͞͝͠͝r̴̷̨̡͘͘͞͡͞à̷̸̡͢͟͡͝͞c̴̵̴̢̛̕͢͜͡t̴̶̨̨̡̛̕͜͟
Ę̷̶̸̷̢̀̀̀͘͜͟͢͡͠͠͡r̶̷̷̵̨̢̨̢͟͞͝à̵̀͘͘͟͝͡͝͝s̶̷̡̨̀̀͘͜͞͝͡e̴̶̵͢͞͠͏̸̷͢
T̷̵̵̶̨̛͢͠͡͡͞r̵̶͘͢͡͝͝͏͜͏à̵̡̢̀̀͢͞͡͏c̴̡͘͘͜͠͡͠͞͡e̸̢͏̴̴̨͟͡͝͞
E͏̵̨̢̡̛͟͜͟͞͠͞͝͡͞R̷̵̨͘͝͞͠͏̵̢̀͟͜͞R̶̸͘͠͏̸̛͘͟͟͝Ò̴̶̶̢̨̢͞͠͠͞͠͞R̡̀͘͟͝͞͝͏̵̢
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R̸̨͘͜͟͝͞҉̷̵̵̸̡̀͘͢͡͞͞ę̵̵̢̛͘͢͟͠͠͡t̸̶̸̡͢͞͝͠͝r̴̷̨̡͘͘͞͡͞à̷̸̡͢͟͡͝͞c̴̵̴̢̛̕͢͜͡t̴̶̨̨̡̛̕͜͟
Ę̷̶̸̷̢̀̀̀͘͜͟͢͡͠͠͡r̶̷̷̵̨̢̨̢͟͞͝à̵̀͘͘͟͝͡͝͝s̶̷̡̨̀̀͘͜͞͝͡e̴̶̵͢͞͠͏̸̷͢
T̷̵̵̶̨̛͢͠͡͡͞r̵̶͘͢͡͝͝͏͜͏à̵̡̢̀̀͢͞͡͏c̴̡͘͘͜͠͡͠͞͡e̸̢͏̴̴̨͟͡͝͞
E͏̵̨̢̡̛͟͜͟͞͠͞͝͡͞R̷̵̨͘͝͞͠͏̵̢̀͟͜͞R̶̸͘͠͏̸̛͘͟͟͝Ò̴̶̶̢̨̢͞͠͠͞͠͞R̡̀͘͟͝͞͝͏̵̢
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R̸̨͘͜͟͝͞҉̷̵̵̸̡̀͘͢͡͞͞ę̵̵̢̛͘͢͟͠͠͡t̸̶̸̡͢͞͝͠͝r̴̷̨̡͘͘͞͡͞à̷̸̡͢͟͡͝͞c̴̵̴̢̛̕͢͜͡t̴̶̨̨̡̛̕͜͟
Ę̷̶̸̷̢̀̀̀͘͜͟͢͡͠͠͡r̶̷̷̵̨̢̨̢͟͞͝à̵̀͘͘͟͝͡͝͝s̶̷̡̨̀̀͘͜͞͝͡e̴̶̵͢͞͠͏̸̷͢
T̷̵̵̶̨̛͢͠͡͡͞r̵̶͘͢͡͝͝͏͜͏à̵̡̢̀̀͢͞͡͏c̴̡͘͘͜͠͡͠͞͡e̸̢͏̴̴̨͟͡͝͞
E͏̵̨̢̡̛͟͜͟͞͠͞͝͡͞R̷̵̨͘͝͞͠͏̵̢̀͟͜͞R̶̸͘͠͏̸̛͘͟͟͝Ò̴̶̶̢̨̢͞͠͠͞͠͞R̡̀͘͟͝͞͝͏̵̢
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R̸̨͘͜͟͝͞҉̷̵̵̸̡̀͘͢͡͞͞ę̵̵̢̛͘͢͟͠͠͡t̸̶̸̡͢͞͝͠͝r̴̷̨̡͘͘͞͡͞à̷̸̡͢͟͡͝͞c̴̵̴̢̛̕͢͜͡t̴̶̨̨̡̛̕͜͟
Ę̷̶̸̷̢̀̀̀͘͜͟͢͡͠͠͡r̶̷̷̵̨̢̨̢͟͞͝à̵̀͘͘͟͝͡͝͝s̶̷̡̨̀̀͘͜͞͝͡e̴̶̵͢͞͠͏̸̷͢
T̷̵̵̶̨̛͢͠͡͡͞r̵̶͘͢͡͝͝͏͜͏à̵̡̢̀̀͢͞͡͏c̴̡͘͘͜͠͡͠͞͡e̸̢͏̴̴̨͟͡͝͞
E͏̵̨̢̡̛͟͜͟͞͠͞͝͡͞R̷̵̨͘͝͞͠͏̵̢̀͟͜͞R̶̸͘͠͏̸̛͘͟͟͝Ò̴̶̶̢̨̢͞͠͠͞͠͞R̡̀͘͟͝͞͝͏̵̢
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R̸̨͘͜͟͝͞҉̷̵̵̸̡̀͘͢͡͞͞ę̵̵̢̛͘͢͟͠͠͡t̸̶̸̡͢͞͝͠͝r̴̷̨̡͘͘͞͡͞à̷̸̡͢͟͡͝͞c̴̵̴̢̛̕͢͜͡t̴̶̨̨̡̛̕͜͟
Ę̷̶̸̷̢̀̀̀͘͜͟͢͡͠͠͡r̶̷̷̵̨̢̨̢͟͞͝à̵̀͘͘͟͝͡͝͝s̶̷̡̨̀̀͘͜͞͝͡e̴̶̵͢͞͠͏̸̷͢
T̷̵̵̶̨̛͢͠͡͡͞r̵̶͘͢͡͝͝͏͜͏à̵̡̢̀̀͢͞͡͏c̴̡͘͘͜͠͡͠͞͡e̸̢͏̴̴̨͟͡͝͞
E͏̵̨̢̡̛͟͜͟͞͠͞͝͡͞R̷̵̨͘͝͞͠͏̵̢̀͟͜͞R̶̸͘͠͏̸̛͘͟͟͝Ò̴̶̶̢̨̢͞͠͠͞͠͞R̡̀͘͟͝͞͝͏̵̢
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R̸̨͘͜͟͝͞҉̷̵̵̸̡̀͘͢͡͞͞ę̵̵̢̛͘͢͟͠͠͡t̸̶̸̡͢͞͝͠͝r̴̷̨̡͘͘͞͡͞à̷̸̡͢͟͡͝͞c̴̵̴̢̛̕͢͜͡t̴̶̨̨̡̛̕͜͟
Ę̷̶̸̷̢̀̀̀͘͜͟͢͡͠͠͡r̶̷̷̵̨̢̨̢͟͞͝à̵̀͘͘͟͝͡͝͝s̶̷̡̨̀̀͘͜͞͝͡e̴̶̵͢͞͠͏̸̷͢
T̷̵̵̶̨̛͢͠͡͡͞r̵̶͘͢͡͝͝͏͜͏à̵̡̢̀̀͢͞͡͏c̴̡͘͘͜͠͡͠͞͡e̸̢͏̴̴̨͟͡͝͞
E͏̵̨̢̡̛͟͜͟͞͠͞͝͡͞R̷̵̨͘͝͞͠͏̵̢̀͟͜͞R̶̸͘͠͏̸̛͘͟͟͝Ò̴̶̶̢̨̢͞͠͠͞͠͞R̡̀͘͟͝͞͝͏̵̢
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R̸̨͘͜͟͝͞҉̷̵̵̸̡̀͘͢͡͞͞ę̵̵̢̛͘͢͟͠͠͡t̸̶̸̡͢͞͝͠͝r̴̷̨̡͘͘͞͡͞à̷̸̡͢͟͡͝͞c̴̵̴̢̛̕͢͜͡t̴̶̨̨̡̛̕͜͟
Ę̷̶̸̷̢̀̀̀͘͜͟͢͡͠͠͡r̶̷̷̵̨̢̨̢͟͞͝à̵̀͘͘͟͝͡͝͝s̶̷̡̨̀̀͘͜͞͝͡e̴̶̵͢͞͠͏̸̷͢
T̷̵̵̶̨̛͢͠͡͡͞r̵̶͘͢͡͝͝͏͜͏à̵̡̢̀̀͢͞͡͏c̴̡͘͘͜͠͡͠͞͡e̸̢͏̴̴̨͟͡͝͞
E͏̵̨̢̡̛͟͜͟͞͠͞͝͡͞R̷̵̨͘͝͞͠͏̵̢̀͟͜͞R̶̸͘͠͏̸̛͘͟͟͝Ò̴̶̶̢̨̢͞͠͠͞͠͞R̡̀͘͟͝͞͝͏̵̢
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R̸̨͘͜͟͝͞҉̷̵̵̸̡̀͘͢͡͞͞ę̵̵̢̛͘͢͟͠͠͡t̸̶̸̡͢͞͝͠͝r̴̷̨̡͘͘͞͡͞à̷̸̡͢͟͡͝͞c̴̵̴̢̛̕͢͜͡t̴̶̨̨̡̛̕͜͟
Ę̷̶̸̷̢̀̀̀͘͜͟͢͡͠͠͡r̶̷̷̵̨̢̨̢͟͞͝à̵̀͘͘͟͝͡͝͝s̶̷̡̨̀̀͘͜͞͝͡e̴̶̵͢͞͠͏̸̷͢
T̷̵̵̶̨̛͢͠͡͡͞r̵̶͘͢͡͝͝͏͜͏à̵̡̢̀̀͢͞͡͏c̴̡͘͘͜͠͡͠͞͡e̸̢͏̴̴̨͟͡͝͞
E͏̵̨̢̡̛͟͜͟͞͠͞͝͡͞R̷̵̨͘͝͞͠͏̵̢̀͟͜͞R̶̸͘͠͏̸̛͘͟͟͝Ò̴̶̶̢̨̢͞͠͠͞͠͞R̡̀͘͟͝͞͝͏̵̢
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R̸̨͘͜͟͝͞҉̷̵̵̸̡̀͘͢͡͞͞ę̵̵̢̛͘͢͟͠͠͡t̸̶̸̡͢͞͝͠͝r̴̷̨̡͘͘͞͡͞à̷̸̡͢͟͡͝͞c̴̵̴̢̛̕͢͜͡t̴̶̨̨̡̛̕͜͟
Ę̷̶̸̷̢̀̀̀͘͜͟͢͡͠͠͡r̶̷̷̵̨̢̨̢͟͞͝à̵̀͘͘͟͝͡͝͝s̶̷̡̨̀̀͘͜͞͝͡e̴̶̵͢͞͠͏̸̷͢
T̷̵̵̶̨̛͢͠͡͡͞r̵̶͘͢͡͝͝͏͜͏à̵̡̢̀̀͢͞͡͏c̴̡͘͘͜͠͡͠͞͡e̸̢͏̴̴̨͟͡͝͞
E͏̵̨̢̡̛͟͜͟͞͠͞͝͡͞R̷̵̨͘͝͞͠͏̵̢̀͟͜͞R̶̸͘͠͏̸̛͘͟͟͝Ò̴̶̶̢̨̢͞͠͠͞͠͞R̡̀͘͟͝͞͝͏̵̢
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Why didn't i realize this earlier?
Just how different they were.
"What is it i would give anything for?" Sephaies titled his head in confusion due to the suddenness of the question but nevertheless replied with his signature smile "It would definetely be to have someone who loves me and understands me!"
His sole wish was to be loved. To be driven on the correct path. Someone who will love him and not some false image of him one have in their head. Just him, Sephaies Nol Tresta.
You know? That is where i most definetely failed. I wasn't able to love and understand him. I certainely do not regret not being able to love him because my heart lies solely for my Sephaies! Not that i will ever get a chance to tell him this to him. Yet, i wish i was able to understand him more, that is where i will need your help Iris.
I was not strong enough.
But you will be different.
I was not smart enough.
But you will be different.
I was not able to understand emotions properly.
But you will be different.
I was not able to understand him
But you will be different.
I was not able to love him.
But you will be different.
You are strong, smart and better than me in all categories.
So be nice to him. Guide him. Teach him. Form a proper relation with him not the kind I had. If you ever develop feelings for him be sure to tell about as soon as you can kay~. Don't be like me.
You will be my joy and pride.
Also! Don't forget to enjoy life kay. You don't want to be boring like me right~
I wish you a great journey my daughter.
This was the story that i had dedicated to them.
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