An immaculate and pristine Lumana is all I know my entire life. Prosperous. Pure. Even Lord Gabrion reminded me about all of this. I am an extension of God’s Reach.
But I just can’t resist falling endlessly to that hole. I fell in love with my own blood’s enemy, Lumana’s enemy, a Tenebratos. I’m confident that it’s not an illusion, I’m assured that she is one gentle soul to me. I want to see her laugh her heart out, and I want to protect that.
Alas, everything vanished in an instant. That tender – hearted Tenebratos is long gone. Her smile is absent in my life now. No one to constantly bother me throughout my day to day life. No more of that wild lady who had too much time on her hands. That very Tenebratos that made a vow with the highest of the highest of Lumanas, ends with such a cold and cruel heartbreak.
My heart has been stone cold and loneliness has filled every single room in it. The lantern that has shone has now been swallowed, as if it has sunken down to the depths of the ocean. This world is not crumbling down and I know it. In fact, it is for the sake of this world to not tear asunder. But I…
I am not that type of “hero” that is willing to sacrifice a priceless soul in exchange for billions living in this world.
But, if only I just could.
If only I had the power to bend the world to my will just to be with you, I will do it. If it is to share joy with you, I will do it.
But life goes on and on unfortunately, and it’s all too late. Who am I really? I am no Lumana. They plucked my wings from my back and abandoned me to survive alone in this mortal world.
I am no one. Nobody. I no longer serve as an addition to God’s Hand. I am no longer a person brimming with prosperity. I no longer am the target of the Tenebratos. With who I am now, I should be able to spend my days with you.
Judgments can’t be carelessly labelled as judgments. It really isn’t one if it benefits me or made me look like I enjoyed it.
She’s gone.
I have been pulled apart away from her eternally. She is locked away in the realm of Death. As for the one in the mortal plane, they have to live on. They live on, until the Lumanas escort them there.
I don’t know what’s even more painful. Her smile that won’t stop fading away, my day to day life that slipped away, my withering will to live, or my stolen freedom, my wings that have been sliced away from me, losing sight of the endless blue sky.
I have no idea how time revolves around here anymore. How long have I been here? It may have been a while, but it feels like eternity. No one is screaming their heads off during sunrise. No one prepares tea that is always too sweet for my liking. No one to worry about or to waste my precious time. No one to cause trouble or offload tons of work to me.
I… am unable to do anything.
As much as it hurts, life goes on without me. I can’t just stand there, waiting for a sign. I have to rise up and move on, do I? She’s never coming back again, and I should not be in this constant spiral of despair and loneliness for too long. I have to take a step, and run.
Wished that was as easy for me to say.
Even though time has passed, the city has looked the same.
Even though time has passed, scars are still fresh and never sewed shut.
Even though time has passed, this memory is not easily buried and forgotten.
The architecture seemed to be the same as per usual, same goes for their ensemble and their accessories they have on them. This is the first time I will walk alongside men for a very long time.
Those mortals seem to be heading to a certain point. If my memory never fails me, it seems to be the city square of Aldebert Town. The passion and tensions seemed to be high and loads of weaponry and torches were present. Without a doubt, this looks like someone has caught a witch. This is no doubt a witch hunt.
A witch, an unfortunate Lumana or a cornered Tenebratos. Whoever they are, what a poor soul. I truly feel sorry for them, but here I am, not even taking action to help them.
Come to think of it, maybe I can just relish this memory for a little while. It is a very odd occurrence for Aldebert Town being this silent.
But as always, regret comes later. If only I knew the truth. If only I was quicker on my feet. If only I was more curious and wanting to know more.
That witch who was burned to crisps resembles that of that tender – hearted Tenebratos. No. Even according to those civilians, her reincarnation is the reason why they set her aflame. That “witch” should have been beheaded in the castle. Isn’t that all too familiar?
So I knew, no matter how fast I ran, it wouldn’t change anything that had happened. But here I am, running as fast as I can, only to see her perish again. That mighty scarlet flame has engulfed her body. The colour of her luscious hair, those beautiful green eyes, that face, that petite body. It has to be her.
Once again, I lost her.
I have failed to save her.
I saw her face filled with hopelessness and agony.
I just witnessed her death again.
Why did I throw it? I had my second chance and it slipped out of my fingers again! Why did I let it happen? Why did I throw it all away?
It’s all my fault. Forgive me. Forgive me that I have failed to protect you. For everything. Forgive me for making you experience the cruel and cold Death again. Forgive me.
For now… so long.
Ricia.
