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It had been hard for Savayna to gauge what actually was happening to her. Just a minute ago, all but her sense of touch had faded away. She couldn’t hear what the two of them were saying. She couldn’t see their two faces. If it wasn’t for that final sense, Savayna wouldn’t even know what was going around her. Savayna had only the feeling of a gentle caress stroking her arm until there came the feeling of a warm glow surrounding her body. She couldn’t hear anything, so she couldn’t tell if this was a misleading glow that would soon reveal itself into what her mind convinced her was death or if it was going to cure her. 

Even being in the darkness for only a minute, Savayna did not do well. She just never realized how much she valued the simplest things like being able to see the sight of that idiot Jaakuna and the bothersome Nadeline. She didn’t realize how essential it was to her mental health to hear her ex-husband’s voice and how he never thought about what he said. He simply said it and hoped for the best. Savayna never knew how much she would miss hearing the princess scold her for doing what Jaakuna always did. She didn’t realize just one or two minutes in the silent blackness that she would find herself missing all of that.

And as she counted down the time, her mind began to race back and forth from the past to the now, and all the way into the future that she had planned out once everything had been settled with the Creature and eventually Venat. Her mind was still her own. She had that at least and with it, she could picture all of Ivalice celebrating the union of the three great nations with Wesley and Nadeline marrying, uniting Dalmasca and Rozarria. She saw the union of Archadia and Dalmasca with the arranged marriage between Wesley’s younger sister, Cassandra and Jaakuna’s older brother, Roman. 

And then, in the distance, on top of what seemed like the balcony of the palace of Stigma, she saw it. She saw her in a dress that glistened like fresh snow at the peak of winter and her hair elegantly folded above her head, tucked in several layers with a few strands hanging over her forehead, showing just how beautiful she was when she had been given the works. 

In this scene that she was picturing and that had flashed before her was a future where she was about to get married to Grant, who was directly across from her. His hair was put in a single ponytail, though, due to the length of his hair, it still fell down to his midback. He had royal Rozarrian robes on that had the emblem of House Roselia on the center. 

Savayna was admiring every inch of his body and how handsome he truly looked. She was savoring this moment. The sight in which she and Grant, throughout all of their troubles they had in their time together, this was it. They had made and all eyes were on them. 

Behind Savayna, dressed in varying shades of blue and white, were Nadeline and Emiri who had looked nearly as beautiful as Savayna herself was. She saw Wesley and Jaakuna behind Grant. Separating all of them was the High Priest of Stigma’s First Church. His mouth moved and the sacred rites of marriage began to be recited from the ancient texts.  This was it. The final moments of Savayna’s planned life. All of it amounting to this.

Or at least, it’s what her life [i]would’ve[/i] been like. Had she lived to that point, it would’ve been the perfect end of her adventuring days and the start of her life as Empress of Rozarria and wife to GRant Marshal Roselia. The man who tamed the Ice Queen of Glacie. The one whom she loved with all of her heart. But most importantly, Grant was the one who wouldn’t even be by her side as all of that which she had dreamed.

And as she let the final thoughts linger for a moment longer, a sort of mental timer went off. [i]Five minutes are up already, huh?[/i] She let out a smile, chuckling at how the Gods truly wished her to rot in her own pity. They put her through trial after trial only to let her take her leave from Ivalice’s soils because of selfish, hume greed. All of the livelihood had faded and she would only have herself to blame. 

In the end, it truly didn’t matter. No one was to blame but Savayna Glacie, the Ice Queen of Archaida. She was at complete fault. So, might as well embrace the facts. This is your ending. The story has been written and in an ironic twist of fate, her undoing was an unexplained curse put upon her.

[color=ed1c24][i]Savayna…[/i][/color]

What sort of torture were they pulling up there? Within minutes, they had robbed her of all senses, but right when she accepted what life led her, now she heard a voice. Now was the time that she would be able to hear something that wasn’t her own consciousness? Truly, what lows weren’t out of bounds for them?

[color=coral][i]Savayna! Can you hear us?[/i][/color]

Of course, I can hear you, but why are you doing this to me? Just..just…[color=lightblue]”Just leave me alone!”[/color] Savayna shouted, standing up as she took out her Ice Queen Sword, raising it high above her head. 

In that moment,  frost glimmered in her eyes, scanning around her. This seasoned general of battle had only the short moments in front of her to figure out what was happening. Above everything else, the first thing she noticed was the ground she had been looking at. Grey stone laid beneath her feet..her feet, which had been robbed of her were in her periphery. Those snow-colored heels and her blue nail polish shining with her porcelain skin. Savayna’s heart skipped a beat, then another one as she slowly rose her sight from the ground and slowly took in the sights of familiar features: golden hair and emerald eyes, and another set of golden locks with eyes like sapphire. She saw both of them look back at her. 

She wasn’t sure what was happening? Was this the afterlife? It had to have been. What other explanation was there? These Gods truly loved to toy with their creations, didn’t they? [color=lightblue]“I’m not going to fall for your lies!”[/color] Savayna took a big step backwards, arming her free hand with an idle blizzaga spell.

[color=ed1c24]“Savayna what are you doing? It’s okay. You’re fine now. Nadeline healed you.”[/color]

She shook her head, blocking out all of the sounds of what sounded like Jaakuna’s voice. She knew better than to let this facade confuse her. No, she would not let them deceive her. She was dead and whatever they tried to put into her mind, claiming she wasn’t was, to her, a lie of the worst kind. [color=lightblue]“Shut up! Shut up! [b]Shut up![/b]”[/color] Savayna charged forward, pushing her free hand forward as a wave of powerful ice magick consumed her sight as it made contact with two swords. The image of Jaakuna blocked it with a fire spell, but Savayna wasn’t done there. Her sword, on her command, floated from her hand and twirled over Jaakuna and what looked like Nadeline and began to replicate what she had done before:  a tornado of air and ice gathering and shooting down to swallow both of them in the chilly breeze.