It had been a few months since the angel had left her to do who know what. For the first month Jeanne sat at the clearing at which the trained there sword play just sitting there just waiting for him.
Her mother at multiple time had to come pick her sleeping body from the forest , and at that moment waiting for her angel her sigh that her dream were true she made a promise to herself.
The next the day took her wooden sword and with determined straids, she walked not towards the forest where she trained with the angel but the creator where he fell and to her surprise, had a tree in the middle with unknown fauna surrounding it.
Trying to carefully descend toward the tree she lost control of her body rolling across the ground getting bruised and screeps on her body that slowly released blood. She slowly got up and walked towards the tree that had began to bor a single apple .
Putting her back on the tree and crossing her leg she began to / try to remember all that she could from the little but eventful movement spent with training with him : his breathing, the way his body was relax until he attacked , the way he smiled condasendenly every time he bet her.
After hours of meditation she got up and tried to replicate all the thing that she could remember the her the voice began to hear the guiding voice directing her , displaying the world in a way that she had not ever in her life.
This continued until she collapsed in the middle of the night. Unbeknownst to her the blood that fallen on to the ground began to be souck by the ground like a sponge in water and with the tree as the epicenter multiple geometric sybloms started to form with it prominent colors being gold and crimson the same as her and his.
The geometric symbol took about two days meanwhile she trained with her only resting within the night when her body can no longer handle the strean putted onto it .
She within those day continued to refine her sword compared to the old her of two days ago it was as if her motivation was being turned into strength. On the third day her mother came to find worried since neither her or the villager had seen her daughter for three days.
jeanne jeanne were are you , she scream into the winds hoping they would carry her voice to her dauter, she runned, screamed and even punched a tree bork.
This went on until the night were she fell down a creator tiers in her eyes to weak to even get up, a pesis before stood her daughter with her back to a tree as she swung she sword not even noticing the sound made by the falling body.
In those moment the thought of these two could not differ any more, the mother trying to protect her treasure her world, the daughter trying prove herself of being great .
She could remember all the struggles she had to go through after the noble men once age for sport waged war against one another, the noble men who did not even step foot onto the battel field .
Because of the she had lost her husband they came pulling a wagon full of dead men to be identified by the family and to then be buried propally, the noble men had come on there white horse showing of the greatness and magnanimosity.
Some even tried to take a young maiden who was about to get married if it weren't for the intervention of the town prest, they drank in there tent and sang there own prey while she had to hire people to given her husband a proper burial.
From that day on she had promised herself to never be in a position where the noble could never get hold of her or her daughter by going into the minor orders becoming a cleric with that she had freedom to move around and she doesn't get the normal restriction that comes with the normal orders.
With that she was able to have her daughter rise her and protect her with the power bistod onto her by the the church, at a young age she had tried multiple times to train her daughter so that she could send her to the church to become a nun .
but try as she might her daughter refused verhementaly as if there was flame light underneath her. Then it began. She began to speak about these 'dreams' of hers of a great battel between the franchia and britagna and that she would be the one to lead franchia to victory.
As mother and a chriatian she felt worried the more her daughter moved away from the more she tried to straighten her with no avail.
All these memory and the emotions they came where slowly fanild into the mind of Jeanne while hers to were going into her mothers.
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Ever since she could remember her mother had always prepared her for some unknown force she was taught to read while the other girls played, to count , to read the star, to the learn the ancient and noble langue of the romans.
She did not know why until she had that dream the moon shone opun her before she went to sleep and in that dream she saw her mother dying at the hands of noble leaving her in a monastery,
with nothing but revenge in her heart started to train but there she met a priest who showed her the way.
The man had a calming aura around him and during those moment she had herd the impossible. She had heard the world of the lord who began to guide her through the man. He had golden hair and eyes. He had a dark skin similar to those of the east.
The two of them guided by the voice of the lord had gone to war to help the franchia against britagna.
Those were the vision that had been pledging her most of which block and forgotten by her with the only thing remaining in her mind but the thing that remain was the image of were going into battel with that man besides her.
Maybe because her mother had a greater mind that could handle more information so she was able to view her memory as she did her even the hidden ones.