[color=ec008c][b][h3]Lynnwell Tourmaline[/h3][/b][/color]

It didn't take her long to take the situation into consideration, in respect of Laurel-day. Thus she was only going to render the teacher uncouncious. She tapped into her fervorous heat, channeling heat itself through her clawed hands, causing the teacher to gradually pass out after a brief struggle. Once his body felt limp did the feline girl jump off him, landing on her feet a few feet away from the desk. Like how the fourlegged cats were able to always land on their feet and as if they weighed nothing. Lynnwell slowly walked over to the old portrait on the wall, and with the outmost gentle and care allowed her clawed fingers to take hold of the frame. Lifting the small portrait from the wall and looking at it.

[color=ec008c][b]"Thee planted thine seeds, thou done grand deeds. Thou sacrificed me for thine dream.... mine future set into stone, mine existance reborn. Thee conquered the hearts of gods and men. Rhea, that dream in thine mind, thine companion left behind. Laurel. To fight alongside thee is mine desire, the demon world seeks to wreak hell upon the world... Mine bodies have decayed, mine mind hast gone insane. Mine dreams are made of fragments of thee. The angel, saint Laurel. Where art thine spirit and sawol?"[/b][/color] She hymned to herself as she went out of the office with her new memento.

To once again be able to look into the eyes of the man who killed her. It filled her with nostalgia, the mix of joy and longing, but also sorrow and disappointment. Who would have known living as long as she had would end up being so lonely? Immortality was not a gift alone, but also a curse which would pry away all things which made you human. The more ill you saw, the more it would warp your faith and hope. Some would find themselves become monsters, others would believe themselves to be akin to the gods. Many would no doubt go insane, seeing lifetimes pass by each other, and watch how death claimed everything else.

Death. It was truly her only constant follower, to those which opposed her, to those who she called allies and even herself. She knew that time had warped her mind, how she had strayed from how she had used to be. So long ago. Yet were she truly insane if she knew what effects it had on her? Like an incurable illness. The time before she had even met Laurel, she had been the one to have been labeled as a saviour. In the land which later came to be known as Rhea. But a hero on the battlefield earns many enemies, the dagger which struck her came from an ally. To most other people, this would have been the end. But not for her. For the gods themselves may have had plans for her. Thus she came back with a vengeance and struck down those which had brought her original fall.

Throughout the many following years she had fought many adversaries and ultimately passed away from old age, yet like the first death, she once again was reincarnated. Again and again. And to the battlefields. Always to the battlefields. And that's where she met Laurel. She could never had imagined, that in time they would become mortal enemies. The title of savior or hero, long forgotten and cast aside. It had been replaced with simply being a warrior, one of many, whereof now Laurel alone bore that title as he was praised all over the lands.

It was not that he bore the title which she had once held that casted shadows on her heart, nor was it the fame, the respect or the praise he received from others. She had never cared for any of that, except from one person. Laurel himself. He was changing, and she couldn't keep up, she couldn't follow him down the path he had chosen for himself, his followers and the land. She needed to act and destroy all those things which was disrupting him, to bring him back to her side as a fellow warrior. Who they would fight against wouldn't matter, it never did to her. All that mattered was that they were together, like a sword and shield or a pair of gauntlets.

Soon she became the enemy of all that Laurel wanted, the enemy of the newly founded Rhea, it's school... it's people. Against those odds, what can one do but to try fight? She fell. Again and again. How many times had it been Laurel who'd struck her down? Few are alive to tell. But to her, dying by his hand was still something to be treasured. To have his gaze fall upon her again. Even if it was a gaze of disappointment, it was met with a gaze of similar emotion. All that she ever wanted, all that she ever craved was to fight alongside him forever.

Laurel was gone, the land she knew... gone. Her former companions. All gone. The world had changed soo much, and the most fighting to be had in the land were caused by the various schools. Perhaps one of them would let her experience that feeling again, to feel alive. Take her to the very limit and strike her down like he did so long ago. To finally grant her the final warrior's death she'd wanted. But even then, she couldn't help but feel there was something missing, there was a reason why she had lived all this time. If it had not been to fight alongside Laurel to the end of time. Then what? What were she missing?

Lynnwell began her walk down the corridors of the saint laurel school, her destination the double-doors leading out of the building. Perhaps one of the other schools would hold the answers she would seek...