The fall of a Saint (1)

Amidst the chaos, screams and cries filled the vicinity of the battlefield. If one listened closely. They’ll be able to hear a voice, As soft as the spring breeze and as calming as a wind chime. Wholly out of place for the current location.

The words echoed across the fields towards the ears of everyone nearby. The Saintess, Mazsion Seqeit Adeverki, recited the words that seemed practiced.

“Adorned, Ere mine of Azuren crimson gold hue;

Atise now bathed is Dark crimson blush

Passing through halls of near memories lost

A sense of longing for such days to pass.”

Onlookers could feel the longing, the sadness in the person’s voice. It was like, someone mourning for someone precious, a Lover? Family? Siblings?

“As these dispirited eyes gaze

Sadness, Grief, Doubt fills mine

Upon the breath

Of the gentle caress of the light’s fall.”

All sides in the fields stopped aghast, as if they were unwillingly forced to stop, condemned to follow the will of the mourning Saintess. The heads and eyes of everyone on the field crawl as if following Mazsion’s every step.

“Mine dearest companion, thise ally;

Of Hollowed souls, Now your wish is granted.

Atise but now everything;

Even our contract has come undone.”

Swords and spears fall from the hands of every soldier, a cacophony of banging metal rang out and about, not before long. A deep silence seeps through the fields. The only sounds that filled their ears are the cries of crows far above and the ever so slight gusts of wind.

“Uoth dir mil nivel, Amnis;netr’he”

(Vow unto, for me. Of; the True Unfulfilled promise)

Recollections of the past, strange whispers of memories. On of which, her most cherished. The words of vow that changed two distinct people, A normal human and his mistress.

“From hereon, now unto the great expanses on nevertime, I shall follow, You are my master, For I am your knight, My promise is yours!”

“For your wish has been awaited on by the world itself.”

“I am called Nevelim Ariosn.”

“Very well. Nevelim, no, Sir Ariosn. Be my sword, to cull those who block our path. Be my shield, to protect the people who lend us their support.” A pause to confirm her thoughts. “And lastly. Be my own, See the world for me. Travel, listen and talk with it’s inhabitants for me. Experience what there is to be… with me.”

“As long as Evertime’s promise exists. My lady.”

Tears flow down Mazsion’s porcelain white face from the recollection of their promise.

“You vowed to me, my knight, Nevelim. Yet you failed and got felled to protect something that you shouldn’t have!” She complained to herself and to the whole world. “You have always been like this. Was this the reason you were chosen?”

She continued to enounce, word by word. A lost prose to a fallen knight, a broken promise to a beloved.

“Of promises unlost to nevertime;

I have found my answer.

I’m confident of you, yourself the same?”

“You might have fallen. But your memories have not.” She whispered to herself as she continued to walk towards a corpse in the middle of the field.

“Hydal dymilerias coa Vita”

(As promised, By Evertime)

“Even unto your death and your departing. As long as our promise holds.”

She stopped right infront of the corpse, a young man, wearing an armor caked with blood, both his and from the enemies culled, with dirty black hair stain red and a derisive smile. “You ought to be a fool, you know that? Smiling foolishly even in death.”

“Nevelim, You have served me well,

Thus we depart.

I gave you my purest affection,

You beheaveth unto this me, your everloyalty.”

Minding appearance no longer. She wiped off the blood from the corpses face, sat down next to it, and let the deceased Knight’s head rest on her lap. She smiled and gently caressed it like she and the man were in a picnic.

“This mistress deeply apologizes to her knight,

Her own sword and shield;

Our promise to Evertime’s wish.”

“I’ll see to it, that our promise will be fulfilled. Even if it takes me another thousand years. Immortality really is a curse.”

“This is but a foenonmore parting,

This Mistress pledges a pleading promise both on word and on this world’s will.

Granted to you my befallen knight. Your mistress’ true name.

I will become what you wanted and wished.

Dymilerias dir amnis

(A promise for a wish)

I swear by the name of Millivaerna Galya S’Dtroan Jquisty dir mil Cilla Probent Valeurhaus.”

“Death is but a foenonmore parting, Wandering soul. Broken, beaten or lost. Be with me for evertime. A journey of just us two.”

With a quick swoosh of wind, a stray arrow flew straight into the woman’s chest, puncturing her heart. And yet, even with the hole on her chest, she was smiling widely staring at the young man’s corpse.

She opened her mouth for the last time in this life and said, “I forgive everything, for the dance of life is one of ups and downs.”

She places the corpse gently to her side and tries to stand up as blood oozed and crawled away from her chest, she coughed up blood before looking into the crowds of soldiers behind her. “So this is how it ends.”

“May the sins of life be forgiven.” She said.

Were her final words as she fell into rest beside the Knight who was beloved by a Saintess.

At that moment as the final light of day sunk down into the abyss known as the horizon.

The whole world mourned.