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!!s+3jnIPglLK 03/24/12(Sat)22:54 No.18446361"Angel. Hadraniel.’’
Your tone is solid, the holy being sit atop the highest monument of a lonely, deserted, old and ruined church, looking solemn, closed.
Useless.
‘’I am not long-lived. I am not one of the Thirteen Heroes. I am not a Demon Lord. I am only human, and I fail as one.’’ Such a heavy weight on the shoulders of the lady at your front, she look strong, beautiful, shining, true, even with severely depleted potential, she stand and has yet to fail. Hadraniel is looking as solemn as ever, her eyes on you, you feel a strange warmth rising within you as the sense of familiarity, somehow, increase for a very brief moment, her mouth open but no words come out.
Words fail her? The woman sitting there spent more than 400 years in almost complete isolation beside uneven pilgrims, was that how people were in the past?
‘’My memory is imperfect at the best of times, and much of it has been taken from me. I began the journey that brought me here not knowing who I am’’
Two hands, both scaled, extended to you when your time of greatest needs arrived, alone, lost, on the border of losing what little identity you had left. Monsters gave you the mean to stand and regain resolve, but most of all they allowed you to stay human, even if the price was losing you memories, you’ve learned that does not erase who you are, you very nature stay true.
So you understand her plight, and in a way, her feelings of uselessness.
You almost killed yourself with your own magic after all, you may not have been like her, but self-destructive was a title your amnesiac self, ignorant of his own talent, truly deserved.
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