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Chapter 53: Under Arid Skies

“Far, far out into the arid plains of the east, there lies a great and vast stretch of land. It is a harsh land, one barren of the forests scattered aplenty in the western territories, and instead of blossoming flowers or colorful vegetation, only grass flourishes atop the dry soil. 

“Flat lowlands, open plateaus, and a blazing clear sky: This is a region known since time immemorial as the Steppe, and to the people that call it home, every day is a constant battle ...

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Chapter 52: Moonlight Sonata

“I used to think I was trapped. That I had to be locked away in this gilded cage of gold for the people’s sake, but… I was only ever fooling myself. No one forced me into this confinement; rather, I chose it of my own volition. I let myself wither in captivity, for to break out into the light was far too terrifying a thought. The unknown scared me. Change scared me. And so I remained behind these imaginary bars, waiting for someone else to grant me permission to leave.

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Chapter 51: So That No One Will Cry

“Ever since my birth, I had been drawn to that realm beyond the Stars. It was ingrained in me. It was my life’s sole purpose, the reason for this grand title as the Comet Ladislava. Hah, the Comet… bringer of change. Herald of the new world. But I never saw it that way. To me, it was a curse—a festering curse I could never escape from, for I was but a puppet in this cycle without end. I was meant to rise, to unite the people, and to eventually fall before the atrocity’s hands li...

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Chapter 50: Find the Flame

“I wonder, when was it mine heart had ceased to beat? To feel warmth, the passion inspiring a new day’s life. I suppose it was when Valkyrie died, and I only watched as she laid helplessly on her bed. None of the healers could save her. No spell or balm could mend the wounds wrought by the Constellation. I merely sat by her side, and I weeped as the ember in her eyes faded with each passing day. When she had finally joined those among the Stars, I did not attend her funeral. I couldn...

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Chapter 49: To Everlasting Glory

“Despite his youthful appearance, Joshua is actually a decade older than me. It has been seven years since I was officially inaugurated as King - a ceremony hosted upon the advent of my adulthood at the age of eighteen - and yet the Seraph’s Templar has not changed one bit since those days. I have heard tell of those particularly blessed by Creation to age slower than others, but Joshua is a special case even among them.

“His personality is ever the same: a cordial ge...

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Chapter 48: Between Two Worlds

“Power and Principality: Together, these kindred orders are responsible for directing the wingless knights out on the warfront. Whether one chooses to don heavy armor and weapons of great size, or to dance through the battlefield with piercing spears and straight swords, all who yet seek glory shall find it here.

“Indeed, these venerable halls have birthed a number of Thrones and Seraph alike, and as time passed, a rivalry began to develop—one which has persisted to t...

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Chapter 47: Around the Round Table

“A nation’s territory is only as wide as a ruler’s capability to maintain it. I oversee all of Polus, but it is inevitable that my influence weakens the farther away one travels from the capital, and it is within these lawless lands that communities unbound by lordship or allegiance call home. They are nomads, wanderers, and people of wholly differing cultures. To them, the war is of no concern. Their only wish is to live in peace, hidden away from the world’s conflicts.

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Chapter 46: Urgent News

“Did you know each nation is different in the manner they utilize Creation? It’s fascinating, really—how one’s environment and cultural values can affect their power’s development. With the divinity’s aid, anyone can accomplish anything. The impossible becomes possible. No one is limited in their path, and yet time has proven that - when left alone - a child’s natural inclination will resemble those around them.

“Take the Polus for example. While their herit...

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Chapter 45: Finding Hope

“That is not quite what I had in mind, child. Are you really certain about maintaining this appearance? Yes, they are beautiful, but it is not—hrm, oh very well. I suppose it is of no concern if they are not the same. No, perhaps this is for the better. The Lorelai of the people’s past shall be forgotten. Instead, there shall only be I: reborn with wings anew.”

  • The Knight

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Mary

RING. RING. RING.

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Chapter 44: Chasing Dreams Out of My Reach

“The Sword in the Stone is a very famous, and very popular amongst children, retelling of the first King’s life and his rebellion against the forces of Camelot. Even I, a man well into his years, cannot help but feel my soul burn at the thought of chivalrous adventure and a warrior’s romance. I may be an Astrologian, but that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate a good epic.

“However, the story is not all that it seems. Of course, you have the fabled Seven Knights of...

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Chapter 43: The Sword in the Stone

“When the first King, Arthur, overthrew the ruler of his old nation, he was accompanied by seven loyal knights who would become the pillars for the orders that exist today. They were called the Knights of the Round Table.

“Sir Galahad Principality, his steps as light as the flowing river.

“Sir Kay Power, his rage an inferno whorl.

“Dame Isolde Virtue, her grace second only to her poison.

“Sir Tristan Cherubim, his arrow...

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Chapter 42: The Skulking Dominion

“Dismas has always been kind of withdrawn, even while I was in the academy. A lot of the Templars right now were my classmates in those days so I got to know them pretty well, but he preferred to be by himself. And I respect that, you know? I absolutely despise being alone, so I admired that part of him—that sort of listlessness and uncaring demeanor.

“He was content with life, and it wasn’t as if he was unsociable either; he talked when he needed to and put in the ...

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Chapter 41: Curtain Calls on the Finale

“It is embarrassing to admit, but my skills are rather limited whilst away from my garden. Here, I reign above all else, but take one step outside and I am as vulnerable to death as any other. I become a being of flesh and blood once more.

“Of course, I am no stranger with the dagger. If need be I can emerge victorious against a Polus knight, nay, a member of the Seraph—though it would be quite the harrowing battle. If all else fails, then I can simply run away. My ga...

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Chapter 40: And Thus I Proclaim Thee My God, the Lord Almighty

“At first, I merely watched over them. I laid by the hillside while they stumbled around this newfound world. Those were peaceful days, for the concerns of humanity were only of survival and shelter. They could not feed off of Creation like I, and so they were forced to ravage the plants and beasts. I did not agree with it, for I saw all life as offspring of that divinity. But there was nothing I could do lest I witness mankind wither away from starvation. 

“From t...

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Chapter 39: Paradise Lost

“There was a time when I once believed in paradise, but that being has long been forgotten. It was stripped away bit by bit—endeavor after endeavor in an effort to lead humanity. But they did not listen. Their curiosity was impossible to control, and at that time, I could not understand why they behaved so destructively. They had everything they needed to live a peaceful life: food, land, shelter, love. They should have been content, and yet they sought for yonder skies. I did not und...

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Chapter 38: Through Patches of Violet

“When I found my mother dead, body pummeled and blackened from my father’s final rampage, I did not mourn. I couldn’t, for her blood was still that ever bland shade of grey. There was no color in anything, so why must I feel sad? Life passes by, and even that old fool’s hanging corpse appeared to be at peace in the end. At that moment, I thought myself not so dissimilar to them. Could this emptiness truly be called living? Every day was the same dry routine. The same smog-ridden s...

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Chapter 37: Satanael of the Bloom

“Long, long ago, when I was but a common child in the slums of Lux Caelum, I lost my right eye. It was an unceremonious loss; sudden, quick, and without remorse. A drunken fool, a flying bottle, and before I knew it, a bloody mess spurted forth - like a macabre fountain of gouged tissue - as a glass shard pierced my eye and wretched it out of my socket. I could not see. I could not feel. From then on, the world was cast in the most dulled of greys. I lost the gift to see color.

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Chapter 36: In the Garden of Eden

“For it was on the first day humanity was born, and thus Cosmos smiled. She reached out to the newborn life, the child wreathed in her image, and it was then she wrapped her arms around it and embraced it within her bosom. ‘You are my spirit,’ she said. ‘My love, my everlasting companion. Come with me, and let us never separate for all of eternity.’ The child took her by the hand, and so they journeyed across the celestial expanse. Thus marked the beginning of the second day.&nb...

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Chapter 35: The Man in the Floral Mask

“There once was a mother, her warmth for all to embrace

Her love shone through even the darkest of disgrace

But her children were feared, for their power defied the Stars

And so she wept until naught remained but scars

However, fear not, for this tale has not quite yet finished

Such pain, such despair, would fail to go unnoticed

Her beloved held her tight, fury wrought true in its eyes

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Chapter 34: The Nebulas

“Gosh, those two sure know how to stir some excitement ‘round here! It’s a shame those burly knights chased away all my customers though… ah, well. Looks like we’re closing early for tonight. Maybe I should go on down to the theatre myself for a change—hm? The doors? Now who could that be… well bless the Stars, I wasn’t expecting ya ‘til tomorrow! You’re wearin’ that funny looking mask as always, too. I should really start keeping up with the fashion trends these day...

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Chapter 33: Mary's Tavern

“For as long as I can remember, I have always loved flowers. Such pretty little things they are. Colorful, vibrant, and when you caress the soft petals, a story springs to life from the trails of your touch. You see the pigments transform, shifting that way and this way in rippling waves of ecstasy, yet it does not stop there—no, no, no. The leaves begin to quake, they cry out and sing a haunting song of pain and agony. Unbeknownst to the human ear, they are dying. All because of your...

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Chapter 32: A Daughter's Virtue, A Mother's Regret

“When I first rose to the title of Throne, I was ambushed by Xeros. He was much more active in those days, leading the war front from the safety of his veiled seat. Never once did he take to the field personally, and even now I still do not know what powers he truly wields. That uncertainty made me anxious, and in the folly of my youth, it made me reckless. I hated those corvantine eyes—eyes that viewed me, viewed the entire world, as inferior. I sought to bring him down, and in doing...

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Chapter 31: What Could Have Been

“I don’t remember my family at all. Heck, I don’t even know what their faces look like. My earliest memories are of Ascalon, the forest, and a constant feeling of… exhaustion, I guess. It’s hard to explain, you know? To describe that constant hunger gnawing all the way down to your bones. To explain that sort of hollow feeling that sits right in the center of your stomach. Ah, I’ve never been good with words, but you get the idea: It wasn’t a very pleasant time.

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Chapter 30: A Comforting Gaol

“It’s hard to forget, sometimes. All the rage, all the pure, utter hatred I carried in my youth. No matter how many days pass by or how deep I try to drown myself in booze, those memories remain clear. They stick out like a bad headache—always lingering when you’re at your worst. 

“And of course, I do feel a bit embarrassed. There are things I could have handled much better, relationships I could have saved, but even so… I don’t feel regret. I was justifi...

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Chapter 29: A Funeral for the Living

“Before Arthur’s time, before the time of the first king, Freedom’s chosen were of very different temperaments. Instead of concerning themselves with worldly affairs, they flew high out into the open skies. They drifted loftily as the wind blew them to faraway lands. Freedom was the gift to remain unbound - to live a life solely dedicated to pleasure - and to those fickle beings more selfish than all, the world existed to be their paradise.

“But Arthur despised thos...

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