How long have I been here? It feels like the void is slowly consuming ... I don't rember what happened when I was captured, but I know I didn't go through good tis... I just hope my little Sara is well, she is much more important than this old woman...
With each passing mont, the black abyss starts to swallow more and more. I tried using all my strength, tried using my entire being to escape this dark world and wake up, but nothing was enough.
My entire body felt as if it were being dragged, as if my soul were being chewed; I only felt a bad sensation... I want to die.
These thoughts have not just crossed my mind recently; ever since Sara grew up, I've been thinking about this... Is this really what I want?
I didn't have a childhood, barely got to be a child, had no parents, I don't even know if I did a good job as a mother. I wanted to have been better... wanted to have done more for her... But she was born as one of the Virtues... How could I, a re mortal, teach a demigod?
mories invade like specters. I see Sara, small, running through the fields, her laughter clear as the sound of bells in the wind. So many nights, endless vigils, protecting her from dangers she barely understood. I did my best to give her security, a foundation in a world that was always collapsing around us. But there was always this shadow, this sense of inadequacy.
How could a mortal be the mother of a Virtue?
The elders always told that I was special, strong in a way no one completely understood. But what value is strength when you constantly feel insufficient? Sara needed sothing more than I could offer – guidance that transcends human limitations. The responsibility of raising her seed a colossal task, a divine mission for soone who didn't even know how to be an ordinary person.
But... why am I like this? Tears rolled down my face. Why are they separating from my daughter... everything seed so distant. The monts we lived...
the war, the suffering, the sleepless nights... it's as if my very existence were an echo, sothing that's disappearing with each second. And I... I'm just a mory, a shadow trying to cling to what's left of my humanity. But perhaps, just perhaps, my ti has co. Maybe I'm ant to disappear, to be forgotten, while Sara ascends to sothing greater, sothing beyond what I could imagine.
But then, sothing inside refuses to surrender completely. There's a fragnt of hope, a spark that reminds of why I fought, why I tried so hard.
Sara.
My little Sara.
If there's any chance of seeing her again, of knowing she's okay after this ambush, then maybe it's worth fighting against the void that consus .
Maybe I'm not so insignificant.
Maybe, even in the midst of darkness, there's sothing I can do.
Maybe it's just an illusion, a last glimr of hope before the end, but it's sothing. And it's all I need right now.
I felt sothing changing in the environnt, as if the abyss consuming seed to retreat, if only for a mont. And then, as if a door had been opened in my mind, old mories began to flood my thoughts... Sothing I didn't rember anymore.
The first mory that hits is of a sunny day in the Vale of Lorian.
I was small, maybe six or seven years old, running through the golden fields, laughing without worries. I rember the wildflowers dancing in the wind and the warmth of the sun on my skin.
My mother was there, her laughter soft like a distant lody. She watched with a smile, her eyes shining with pride and love. The sll of fresh bread ca from the small cabin where we lived, mixed with the fragrance of flowers. These monts, though rare, were precious.
They were the only evidence that once there was peace and happiness. It was the only really good mory I had of her... How could I have forgotten this? But of course, it would disappear quickly... being replaced by a darker scene. I was a little older, maybe ten years old?
I can't say for sure.
The war between the Murim and Demonic Alliances had begun to devastate our region. I was hiding with other children in a small cave, while the sounds of battles and screams echoed in the distance.
I rember holding a rag doll, my little Yuuma that my mother had made, I was trying to be brave, but the fear was palpable. The doll was a gift from my mother, a symbol of simpler tis, and I clung to it as if it could protect from the horrors of the outside world.
It was like watching a play about my life, I wanted to keep seeing what happened because much of it had been lost. Despite being human, I lived long enough to forget what I experienced, especially as a warrior. Things like that beco trivial, but I wished I had had these mories before...
The scene shifts again, and now I am in the fields, working alongside the villagers of Orenth. I was about twelve years old, my muscles already strong from hard work, my mind hardened by the need to survive. Despite the pain and suffering, there was a sense of community, of solidarity. We were all survivors, united by adversity.
And it was in this environnt that I began to hear the stories of the elders. Stories of ancient tis, of heroes and peace. I drank in every word, dreaming of a different world, a world I could barely imagine.
In one of these mories, I see myself helping one of the elders, old Talia, with her dicinal herbs. She taught how to prepare poultices and teas, her voice firm yet gentle. "Rember, Lyrianna," she said, "healing cos from nature, but true strength cos from within us." Her words were etched into my heart, even when the war took her life.
Rembering her gave strength, reminded that there was more to life than pain and loss.
I felt hot tears streaming down my face... Finally, I felt sothing, finally my body seed to be responding, finally, I did not feel just the void.
But then, the mory that made my heart ache ca – Sara as a baby.
I rember the first ti I held her in my arms. Her birth was complicated because I was too strong a woman.
But she was so small, so fragile.
Her eyes shone like two stars, and I felt a wave of love so intense that it almost knocked over. Even in the most difficult circumstances, she was my light, my hope. Every smile of hers, every wobbly step, every murmured word was a miracle. I tried so hard to protect her, to be the mother she deserved, despite all my doubts and fears.
I see myself teaching her to walk, to talk, to read. I rember her incessant questions, her insatiable curiosity. "Mommy, why is the sky blue?" "Mommy, do you think I can be a heroine?" And I always answered with patience and affection, trying to hide my own despair and uncertainty.
Every mory, every fragnt of the past, gives a little more strength. The laughter, the tears, the monts of despair and those of hope – all these remind of who I am and what I fought to preserve. I cannot give up now. Not while there is a chance to see Sara again, to be there for her when she needs most.
But sothing beyond Sara ca to my mind... Yes, that man... Why are you in my mind... Dante Scarlet?
You shouldn't even be here, you have no place here... You stole my daughter from ... Why did she have to love you? Of all the people in the world, why were you destined for her?
But why can't I be angry at you? Why, even when I try and force myself to hate you...
"I like him." Sara's voice invaded my ntal world, my personal abyss was invaded by that calm and sweet voice, and the mory ca again.
There I was, Sara and Nagasawa sitting around the small pier by the lake. The sun was setting, painting the sky orange and gold, reflecting in the tranquil waters of the lake. It was one of those rare monts of peace amidst the storm that was our life. Sara and Nagasawa, with their bright eyes and contagious energy, talked about Dante.
"He's so strong, Mom," she said, her voice laden with admiration. "He fights as if every battle were the last, but he's also kind. When we fought, I entered Flow! Our emotions rged in the blade of the sword, just as the master said." She looked at with an expression that combined the innocence of a child and the wisdom of soone far beyond her age.
She talked about the first duel with this man...
Why you, Dante? Why did you have to be the person Sara chose to love, to trust, even when I couldn't fully understand or accept it?
I wanted to hate him for taking Sara from , for becoming the person she trusted more than anyone else. But I couldn't.
I couldn't because, deep down, I knew he was there for her when I couldn't be.
I want to et you, Dante Scarlet.
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