"Romantic." Iteral smiles a little, holding her staff and squeezing
it a bit like a plush. "Though, does that mean she's still the
Saint Deity of this land or how does it work now?"
You know the first rule in combat?
Shoot them before they shoot you.
Isla suddenly felt dizzy. Everything was healing. Her wounds,
stitching themselves together. Her dark magic vanquishing itself,
power flooding out of her and into the stratosphere.
No more magic.
And then her head hit the ground with a thump.
Adrik Volkov
Adrik jumped as she fell. "Isla!" he gasped. But she didn't say
anything, merely lay motionless on the ground. "What happened to
her?"
He whipped to glare at the time user. "What did you do to her now?"
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"W-What do you mean with now?!" Iteral asked, a little offended. "I
didn't do anything to her, past or present!" She tilts her head,
then tilts her head at Isla. "... maybe... she just hasn't felt
relief in so long? I don't know, I only remember her from a few
encounters... and not much at that." She gave an awkward shrug,
unsure herself.
You know the first rule in combat?
Shoot them before they shoot you.
"Ugh, you're useless." He shot Iteral a glare then turned away.
Isla was still on the ground. He hurried to her and checked her
pulse. Still going. He flipped her over and-
Oh.
His heart stopped momentarily.
Had he ever seen her asleep? In all the time he'd known her?
It hurt, knowing she didn't trust him that much. That ultimately,
only when she found she had nothing left to live for that she was
willing to trust him with her safety.
And not even. She trusted her own enemies. Even the time witch
she'd sworn vengeance on.
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"No need for insults just because you are desperate." Iteral sighs
and makes a small rectangle with her fingers. "No, she's asleep.
Her time's not up yet." She said, then crossing her arms, staring
at Adrik a little judgemental.
You know the first rule in combat?
Shoot them before they shoot you.
"You think I give a damn about how you feel?" Adrik scoffed.
The pain was welling up in his chest. He shoved it down, down,
bringing up nights full of anger and loathing. "It's all your
fault. If you'd just died, then none of this would've
happened."
At this point, he wasn't even sure who he was talking to.
"She hated you, you know that? Probably wished for your death more
than anything? Yeah, she loved you and then you failed her and
she-"
His breath caught in his throat.
"I-I mean-"
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Iteral, at first, was even more offended but when the second
sentence rushed in, she realized that he was just letting something
off his chest... at least she does not remember someone loving her.
Sure, a lot of people and monsters wished her dead but... that was
natural.
After an exhale, she just extends a hand. "... you seem to have a
turbulent mind... can I help you with anything?"
Out of the souls that were wandering, one was a little more
reclusive. A pearl colored sphere, leaving a little trail of
lily-shaped particles. Though when the Saint Deity restores, both
of them actually, it swirled around in delight, floating in the
exact center between them.
You know the first rule in combat?
Shoot them before they shoot you.
Mona caught Isla before she hit the ground, smiling softly. I
suppose we should keep rebuilding. These two deserve the grandest
room in the castle you can make." She pet Isla's hair softly. "You
did a good job dear."
𓍊𓋼𓍊𓆑 𓇗𓋼 **•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light
I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚* ⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆
Mona took a step back, standing next to Kendo and taking his hand.
"Whether you think you should be here or not doesn't matter. You
stay with me, remember?" She looked back at Isla and Adrik. "I'd
like to ask you this on behalf of the Saint Deity
Aretstikaphaniela: I ask that you two remain at the castle with
her. Isla is an obvious choice, and you Adrik- you have a special
connection. You're able to understand the land very well, and the
beings that reside in it. You have a special talent for
communicating through empathy bland sympathy. I'd like you two to
be an official part of her court."
𓍊𓋼𓍊𓆑 𓇗𓋼 **•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light
I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚* ⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆
Adrik bit his lip, indecisive. Part of him wanted to rip the woman
off of Isla. What right did she have to touch her, when Isla Greer
flinched away from even him?
But...
He met her eyes. "Wherever Isla is, I will follow."
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"They hate me too but I have to make a room for them." Iteral looks
at Kendo. "A few awkward lunches later though and we might get
along with them. I hope."
You know the first rule in combat?
Shoot them before they shoot you.
Mona nodded and smiled warmly. "Thank you very much. I'm sure that,
within due time, this kingdom may prosper again." She looked at
Adrik, then up at Kendo.
Aret moved slightly, shifting closer to Isla.
𓍊𓋼𓍊𓆑 𓇗𓋼 **•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light
I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚* ⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆
Guard dog? Adrik thought bitterly. Who were you guarding
there? The grass? A legion of small-time Snavian recruits trampling
your precious lawn and you slaughter the whole lot of them?
But he chose to ignore Kendo and instead smiled at Mona, "Of
course. I was born in Macedon. This will always be my home country.
I just hope I can provide a fresh perspective to make up for all
the mistakes of the past."
The kinds of mistakes that lead to a thousand murdered Snavian
soldiers. To Hannah's death. To Isla-
He took in a shaky breath.
"I really think... we can do better, if we can only figure out what
we've done wrong."
He glanced at Isla, who seemed to be smiling in her sleep, and
cuddling closer to the girl in her arms. He felt a stupid little
grin come over his face. Though there were some things... that were
already right.
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Iteral smiles a little. "Do you two have any wishes or ideas
related to your room? Mona said, you'll have the biggest and I
wouldn't put you in a storage closet. I'm open for ideas and all."
You know the first rule in combat?
Shoot them before they shoot you.