His look chilled her bones. Anger and adrenaline pulsed at the corners of her eyes. Pale soft lips turned to a grimace. Like whispers coming from her bruised skin, the signal came to clench her fists. "Knights? [i]Knights?![/i] The butcher bloodies his hands fewer times than you. Crimson dyes white wings pink, I hope you know."

She was about to spit more hatred towards him, when something hit her like a wave of warmth. The mist in her vison cleared. She whipped her head towards the source, and she realized why. Like a fervor to friendliness, the aura of what felt like the sun crashed into her. Harsh emotions washed out, her muscles relaxed. It's amazing how much of a double-eyepatch anger can be.

Was she truly seeing what she thought she was seeing? Was this King Vrondi? For the first time in her life, her ears filled and her sight cleared. What was he saying? She didn't have a clue. He was so much like her mother, too much, just by look alone. Water filled her tearducts, but not for sorrow, but like wind was rushing at her face. Clarity.

She was surprised to hear Mirror first. [i]"With this, you can help the Aion and achieve whatever else you desire..."[/i]. Fresh thoughts came to the forefront of her mind of her mother. Her whole body turned to face Mason and Dremmick. Without a second thought, she spoke loudly. "I'm going."

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