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May you live happily as a human, just as I wished we could.
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"Ah, the hour of my execution is almost here. " Focalors announced with a soothing voice, echoing throughout the Opera Epiclese. Or at least, inside the Oractice Mecanique D'nalyse Cardinale.
The grand seats stationed at the aisles of the opera were floating, what an unusual sight. The gleaming stream of primordial seawater leaked in, but it did not flow through physically. It was magic on its own.
As for the stage, well it was normal. Average. If not for the two people who hold power over contained were not there, having a heart to heart talk. And it would be normal if a whole execution tool was absent from this.
A huge guillotine was positioned just above the Hydro Archon's head, ready to strike and behead her at any moment. It followed her in every soundless step she took, circling at her position.
However, Focalors did not try and retaliate. It was what she deserved.
She was Egeria's descendant, after all. Beharing the past sins of the previous Hydro Archon's, this was one fate she did not stand a chance at rewriting it at all. It was the burden of the sins she had to rest on her shoulder.
Oh, such a fate was not meant to be carried by anyone, not even the divine. Yet she was bound to carry out this duty anyway.
The blue, bubbly hue of the guillotine, as going to lower drastically any time soon, severing Focalors' head, 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘦.
𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯, 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘍𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺, just as the ascending prophecy had told.
Yet, Focalors smiled. Throughout, not acting sad or anything.
"For the sinner, the curtain call has come. "
The time was going faster.
Faster.
Almost time for her execution. She would be free of this burden of 500 years. She would be able to let her human copy of herself live peacefully without the weight of a "divine archon" as a role of the never ending masquerade.
It is going to cease soon, my dearest Furina.
Neuvillette stood opposite the Hydro Archon, facial expression not moving an inch. Though, it was hard to say he would not be feeling sorrowful, having seen the execution of the Hydro Archon of this godforsaken world.
He was going to be returned what was stolen from him all these years, yet he looked a little shocked and even despondent. He would be returned the authority of the Hydro Dragon of this planet.
"I know I may not sound it, " she admitted.
"Faced with death, I find myself a little afraid. "
Her voice cracked a little. She was speaking genuinely as a real person, rather than with the divine authority of an archon. She was genuine while sounding this.
She did not want to die. She did not choose this path to walk on.
Yet she had to bear this anyway.
"Perhaps this is one thing both gods and humans have in common. "
They were afraid, no matter how strong and powerful they were.
They could feel afraid.
All that she had said for her final sentences of her final days as an archon were,
"Farewell, Neuvillette."
"I hoped you've enjoyed the part you've played these 500 years. "
Neuvillette's eyes widened.
It was long overdue.
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She put up a final show, just for Neuvillette. Her final acts to bid farewell to the Iudex of Fontaine, and to the Hydro Dragon himself. To the people of Fontaine, and mostly for Furina.
The spotlight from the stage was placed on her, gleaming her every move, just like in a performance for the main character.
She was the main character.
Furina too did the same, in her inner world of thoughts. However as it may, her expressions as sombre. No happiness, no nothing. Just a tired, worn out expression. It might have been through the after effects of being blamed by the people. Her people.
She thought she had failed her task. Sh ereally just wanted her curse to end, for her to live as a normal human like the others.
Oh, if only she had known she succeeded and did a perfect job.
As Focalors and Furina curtsied on the wooden flooring of the same stage, the guillotine was set in place. The time had finally come.
The primordial water- made claymore drastically dropped, moving closer and closer. Closer to Focalors' own head.
Neuvillette gasped, reaching his hand forward, as if that could do anything to prevent the upcoming season of events.
The time seemed to have stopped, for the Hydro Archon's head was severed, her remains turned to bubbles of water.
Only Furina's iconic blue hat remained, rolling across the stage, before settling in one place. A cloud of dust formed. The spotlight was then shone on the hat, signalling the end of the divine throne.
It was of no more.
Furina was free from the curse.
She could live happily as a human.
Neuvillette stumbled on the stage. He gasped.
Focalors was of no more.
He looked down on the floor, processing his thoughts. Then, a bean of water blue hue glanced before him. It was from the Hydro Archon herself.
Reaching out, a water bubble reaches for his hand. It then dissolved, resonating with the Hydro Dragon. Neuvillette.
His authority as a dragon had been returned to him. What was stolen from him by the heavenly principles was returned. Just like that. Just like Focalors had promised.
It was a heavy revelation to process.
Many similar bubbles came form the aftermath. Perhaps they were made of Focalors herself. The gullotine remained there, unmoving. It had done it's part, the reason of death for the Hydro Archon.
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At the Opera Epiclese itself, Furina was still sitting there, at her throne, unmoving. She was crying, helplessly.
The prophecy was true after all. "Leaving only the Hydro archon, weeping in her throne. "
The people of Fontaine disoolving into primordial seawater would be because of her. She had failed her duty of 500 years. Or, at least, that's what she thought.
For she was never an archon to begin with, only a mere human separated from the divinity of Focalors herself. How could she be condemned to such a fate anyway?
The same bubbles, with particles surrounding it, came to Furina's direction.
One in particular, touched her tears. The very same tears she had wept during her trial. She had been delivered a message from Focalors herself through them.
The message read:
"Thank you, Furina. For all you've done. "
"From this moment on, please live happily as a human. "
"Just as I wished we could. "
The bubbles than dissapeared, having down it's intentions.
Furina was finally free form these shackles preventing her to move. She had finally gotten her deserving recognition of her contributions to redirect the course of the prophecy.
She would no longer have to experience the lonely sorrow of 500years, carrying nothing but pain, worry, and the expectations of her people that belived in her.
Her action were not in vain.
She had done it.
Saved Fontaine from crisis.
Though Focalors did not get the happy ending she intended to, she would be here, in spirit. And maybe one day, she will be human like she wished, travelling alongside Furina as a human.
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𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘺𝘥𝘳𝘰 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘺𝘥𝘳𝘰 𝘚𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘍𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦.
"𝘐, 𝘐𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘹 𝘕𝘦𝘶𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦, 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦. "
"𝘗𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘍𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯. "
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘍𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥.
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘍𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦.
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⋆·˚ ༘ *𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘍𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘺𝘥𝘳𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘦. Only then, will the sines of Fontaine be washed away.⋆·˚ ༘ *
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