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manuela winch when the sword of the creator goes through dorothea. her fomer pupil gasp when she hit the ground. manuela kneel beside her and take her in her arms ignoring how the blood steeps in her clothing. she feel a cold hand carres her cheek
"manuela, i'm so sor"
those where the last words dorothea arnault will ever say. manuela saw the young woman's eyes close. she keep the body close and sob. why was the godess so cruel to allow manuela to save a young dorothea from the streets of enbar only for her to die on them anyway. she remember that first meeting. she remember dorothea's beautifull voice. the look on dorothea's face when manuela give her soup for the first time. how very very proud manuela was when she saw her belovede pupil on stage
"miss manuela?"
manuela look up and saw the mittlelfrank group around her. at first they were happy to see her alive but their expresions turn to saddes when they saw who she have in her arms
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a few years after the war a new opera written by and staring manuela cassagranda. it was a tragedy over a queen and princess who end on opposite sides of a war. at the end of the play there was no dry eye when the queen mourn her daughter. manuela potray the queen's grief so real almost like so know how it feel to lost child
"we won"
"so be happy cruel goddess."
" be happy i killed mine pride and joy for you"
the queen kneel down and kiss her child forhead for the last time
"and so the princess sleep"