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Why?... Why must I be the one to suffer...
Dense lashes cover moist, tanzanite eyes, the jewels glittering with tears. Teeth clenching together as she stares up at the vast, night sky littered with beautiful stars, with the moon shining a light on everything but her.
And why... why will he never choose me?
Arms wrapped around her own petite form, squeezing tightly to try and hold whatever remains of herself, together.
I was always there... but I had never drawn his attention, had I?
A rancid feeling rose in her throat while warm tears stained her cheeks. A painful weight pressed onto her chest, making it harder for her to breathe.
If I could never earn his love, couldn't I at least have my family to come back home to?
The gut-wrenching yells of a pair of middle-aged, kind faces and screams of a youthful, sweet boy who shared the same silver locks as she, had filled her mind, breaking another chord in her heart. Flashes of sinister black and a burning green fire mixed in with those screams.
Even though I finally got the family I had asked for...
With a deep breath, a strange sense of numbness forced her muscles to relax, as the warm streaks kept running down her face, eyes looking down toward the brown gravel and dried leaves of the earth.
Why wasn't I allowed to live happily with them? Why did they have to be sacrificed for me to awaken these powers?
Now on her knees, she lifts her sight at her hands and particularly, the symbol on the back her right that had shackled her to her predestined fate.
Goddess, just once... I wanted to be able to have a life waiting for me after aiding the hero to save this world, just once. But now...
Her brows furrowed together and she clenches her right hand, turning her head away from the mark that burned her soul from her desires.
"There's nothing else left for me in this world." Her soft, bitter whisper drifted with the gentle winds that caressed her body, almost like an embrace from the deity she pleaded to.
She lays down curled on her side, with the grass rustling and leaves billowing in the wind around her. With her chest aching and limbs tired, the petite young woman closes her jeweled violet eyes, letting sleep wash over her.
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"What a poor soul..."
A celestial figure watched the pitiful creature through an orb conjured up with her magic. High in the heavens with nothing but light, stone pillars, and clouds surrounding her, the otherworldly being squinted her eyes while a corner of her lips lifted up.
"To have been made by the goddess who loves her hero so much, only for her to disregard the suffering child— and for the hero to discard you after you're not needed, time after time."
The goddess with golden orbs and snow-like hair smirked to herself, commenting on the petite mortal's angst with irony. Lifting her arms, red and black cubes form a circle, with a golden light shining brightly in the middle.
Pleased with herself, the divine being observed the petite figure that had formed from the golden light, the figure bare from all of her previous garments.
The mortal may keep this bag and these two other possessions with her. The goddess thinks out of pity, conjuring up a chest and adding new garments along with her captive's bag and two instruments into it.
"Pitiful creature, I wonder what will you do with multiple lifetimes worth grief in a new world?"
The goddess cackled, before sending the chest and the figure down to the land before her, both taking the form of shooting stars.
You've wept to your goddess, yet I am the one that answered... Now, I wonder how will you entertain me?
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A golden star with another smaller cyan star shot across the galaxy-filled night sky. It was a sight to be hold, but not for those that dwelled in the Wolvendom.
An adolescent with long, unkempt silver hair had just managed to safely lead his family away from where the falling stars' pending course seemed to be; things were going well on his part,
But not for the guardian of the northern lands, in which the stars had unfortunately been en route for.
"What troublesome thing has the gods sent our way?" The large spirit said lowly, fur fluffing up as he waits to receive the incoming gifts sent from the heavens.
The arrival of the two stars had sent out a bright, blinding light that engulfed the whole Wolvendom. On the contrary to its gaudy arrival, the stars had not made any impact sound at all, almost as if the stars had been gently set down after being thrown across the galaxy.
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After recovering from the sudden brightness, the silver-haired adolescent quickly made his way deep through the Wolvendom, rushing to see if the lair of the Lupus Boreas had been alright.
Upon his arrival, he assess the scene of the Wolf Spirit snarling while towering over at a new, but petite figure and a chest, the wolf's teeth bared.
"The heavens has sent a trespasser." Andrius spoke with venom dripping from his gruff voice.
Eyes widening at the sight of a youthful face peeking from behind a ginormous paw of the spirit, the adolescent makes his way toward the guardian, with haste in his steps.
"Please, wait!" The adolescent speaks, a sense of urgency in his usually soft voice, as he reaches a hand out while running to protect the mysterious female, as he knows that the protector of the area could be a bit brash at times.
"Stay back, Razor! The traveler is–."
It was too late. The Wolf of the North was not unable to warn the boy.
The said boy rose his arms to cover his face and sharply turned his head away to the side, trying to shield his eyes from the indecent figure laying on the ground.
"She's bare." He muttered, a rose color lightly dusted across his features.
The large wolf huffed in amusement. "Yes, she is." Andrius reaffirmed.
Trotting around the new figure, Andrius motions to the chest laying a few ways apart from the unconscious body. "Razor, I am putting this being under your care." He states.
Straightening up while taking a quick glance at the female's long silvery locks seemingly spread out around her like a halo. "Okay." He replies back, keeping his eyes on the Lupus Boreas.
"And will you... clothe this child." Andrius reminds as his body fades back into the ancient marks, cyan eyes glowing in the darkness.
With a small dejected sigh, Razor goes to the chest to do his duty. Thankfully finding a set of clothes seemingly tailored for the stranger's physique, he goes to her unconscious body. Awkwardly straining his eyes to not invade the female's privacy, Razor gets to work on putting on all of her garments, calloused hand making quick work.
"Soft..." He mumurs to himself with a sigh, the silkiness of her long wavy locks, making in him realize that they shared the same shade of hair.
Upon putting on the last of her accessories, the boy gently holds the young woman's smaller hands, surprised with how rough and calloused they are, very contradictory to her dainty features. Especially with a strange symbol on her right hand, whether or not it was a curse or a tattoo, he didn't know nor could he ask.
An alchemist? Or mage?... He thinks to himself, trying to piece together the weird contraptions, the symbol, and this mysterious person that had fallen from the sky.
After the excruciating awkwardness, the adolescent completes his first task. He then goes back into the chest, seeing two more items that he had never seen before. Both items seemed to be crafted skillfully and tediously, one out of wood with strings on it, the other a long shiny metal rod with many holes.
After carefully securing the two new items onto his back, Razor then lifts the stranger, his arms underneath her knees and neck, and starts to trek to where his pack would be waiting. With a close up view, he notices the peculiar pointed shape of the female's ears, along with the cerulean blue earrings she adorned, seemingly out of place with her outfit.
"Not human...?" He asks himself.