You found yourselves amidst a scene of carnage. Stench of death, freshly dried blood, moans and cries of the wounded and an occasional cheer of triumph or cry of pain pervaded the surroundings beneath the glowering midday sun. Your gaze fell on a young lad in white cloth navigating the carnage, surveying the bodies and looking for the wounded that could still be saved.

He was one of your subordinates, an acolyte assigned to medical duties, sent out to search for survivors by you, a middle aged chaplain.

And you realize that you’ve put him to the task only partly because it needed to be done. But in large part you did so in order for him to not be around at your own next destination.

“You coming already, padre?” A man around your age, though with harder, harsher features and clad in an officer’s uniform – the livery was unknown to (You), but vaguely familiar in most generic of terms.

With somewhat heavy heart you turn away and forward, and fixed your gaze on where you needed to go. It was at the edge of the field of battle, where the enemy had their camp you were assaulting. Several of the tents were still standing, some having been set aflame or trampled as the fighting extended in that direction. One of tents in particular, fortunately, as it was rather a large one, was left unscathed.

Several sets of footsteps matched yours. Subordinates of the officer, your flock, and right now a group of knights singled out among survivors of the brutal, bloody battle to check the enemy encampment for evidence of heresy and blasphemy, and usable spoils of war.

As you approached the large tent, the officer nodded at one of the knights accompanying you, to peek in while the others took up guarding posts. The designated scout did as commanded, blade raised in anticipation of a possible ambush or a trap… but there was neither. Instead the knight’s weapon arm fell along with his jaw.

“Uhhh…”

“What is it?” The officer asked, but didn’t wait for a response which didn’t seem immediately forthcoming in any case. The surprised knight was pushed aside and the officer stepped boldly into the tent, with you on his heels.

First thing that hit you was the smell. Even if you’ve been steeling yourself against it, it was a different reek from that of the battlefield and subsequently you had to keep yourself from gagging.

“Heh.”

The officer grumbled with a smirk at the vision you came to share as soon as your eyesight accomodated to the dimmer light.

And you were offered even a dimmer vision.

Women, six, no, seven of them – you almost missed one curled up in the corner – laid out in filthy rags. Mostly naked except for their bindings and occasional dirty bandages. They were restrained, but you were unsure to what extent their captors need to have bothered given their vacant glares and expressions.

One of them stirred at the commotion and turned her gaze towards you.

“Welcome back, masters…” She spoke with slurred voice. “Have you come to celebrate another victory?”

Before you can gather yourself enough to respond, the officer speaks:

“In a manner of speaking… after all, to the victor go the spoils.”

The officer turns to invite his men, but pauses when his gaze comes across your expression.

“You got a problem, padre?” The officer asks. “I admit your healing magics came in handy. But need I remind you that it was these men that put their life on the line so that your sort can preach your platitudes to the rest of us? Don’t you think they deserve some, as you scholar types say it, succour?”

Conflict rages behind your eyes, and not simply because of (You)r outrage, and (You)r imagination casting faces of your friends on top of those of the abused captives, but also because of the chaplain’s own conflicting feelings about his commandments, own urges and sympathy for the men who did just go through a brutal fight where many of them lost lives, limbs and comrades.

The officer, whom your other memory identified as a knight-captain Levantine, and you could see some family resemblance to both the mild mannered mage and his severe, grizzled father, was looking at you with a firm gaze with modest portion of conviction and a hint of a threat.

Would he raise his blade against you if confronted? You knew he was not particularly pious man, though he seemed to show deference to rules and discipline to follow them, and he seemed to care for well-being of his men past their usefulness in combat, if not by much.

It was time to make a choice.

>You could stand your ground. ”This is wrong. You know this. We are supposed to be better than that. You are better than that.”
>You could try appealing to his sense of order and discipline. “I was once told that the first person a leader has to master is themselves.”
>You could… go along with officer’s intent, and pick at least one of the captives to shelter from the worst.
>other idea

>>6092286
>You could try appealing to his sense of order and discipline. “I was once told that the first person a leader has to master is themselves.”
welcome back, even with the sloppa pic.

>>6092286
>>You could stand your ground. ”This is wrong. You know this. We are supposed to be better than that. You are better than that.”

>>6092286
>You could try appealing to his sense of order and discipline. “I was once told that the first person a leader has to master is themselves.”

>>6092283
Is AI at even allowed on this board? I mean obviously it doesn't violate the rules, but isn't using it the kind of thing that gets the community to lynch you?

>>6093401
considering this dude takes like a week between updates, this is the least of his issues

>>6093401
it is, but the setback is lessened if you're a frequent qm. my biggest problem with it is that there's a lot of fanart of the character he posted, even if most are nsfw, so he could find one. but anyway, I'm glad that he returned to finish the story.

>>6093401
I feel like the majority of people here don't care about AI

You want to give the man a piece of mind at what he’s suggesting. You feel your own flagging resolve reinforced with (You)r mixture of compassion, and outrage. You have so much to tell him.

But perhaps that would not be the best course of action, for you or for those women. Perhaps there’s some other way to reach this man who has built a specific set of armour around his own heart.

“I was once told, that the first person a leader has to master… is themselves.”

You are surprised at how calmly you are able to speak under the officer’s steely gaze, and at first as his frown deepens, you wonder if you’ve maybe miscalculated.

But whether it be because your words resonated well enough with his own soul, or perhaps because he saw the hint of your own conviction behind your eyes, his features soften somewhat next, and he breaks the eye contact, turning towards the women, some of them looking expectantly, most with blank expressions of someone who’s become accustomed to being treated like an inanimate object.

“Priest… you have some gall telling me that.” The officer grunts. “Still, I must admit that you are not wrong. Men!” The abrupt shout of that last word made you wince, and a pair of soldiers entered the tent from behind you.

“Sir… eeeh…?” The soldier’s gaze drifts away onto the captives.

“Eyes on me while I’m talking to you!” Captain commands.

“Yes, sir!”

“You two hurry back to our camp and fetch some cleaning supplies and some clothes.”

The soldiers salute, and after giving one more look to the scene before them, depart brusquely when the officer’s scowl deepens.

Captain then turns back to you.

“Go ahead and do what you feel is proper priest. And your goddess won’t help you if I find you doing anything else.”

You nod solemnly at the threat you feel as superfluous. Or was it really? In either case, you turn towards the abused captives, with a prayer familiar to your host on your lips, and the sensation of light gathering in your soul and palms of your hand familiar to the both of you. So you move to undo the women's’ bindings and tend to their wounds…

After some time of work that is considerably more demanding emotionally than physically, and going through several songbooks’ worth of litanies devoted to purity and chastity, you are finally able to exhale with relief, satisfied that you’ve done what you could for the women. The rest would probably take time and gentler touch of the sisterhood of nuns. The captives were set down against a different structure of the former enemy camp, clad in spare cloaks the soldiers had brought. Most of them were asleep peacefully, few others were staring at nondescript points far away. Only one of them seemed to be actively surveying the scene, her haunted expression showing she was fully expect to wake up into continuation of a nightmare any time now, even as the tent they were held in has been put to the flame.

Something felt… strange, to you, at that moment. As if the sun barely visible in the overcast sky shone just a touch brighter than it would have otherwise. There was a sense of relief you felt in the air as the soldiers walked past, tallying the loot and dragging dead cultists towards a funeral pyre.

That last sight stirred a hint of sadness in you. Conflicted as you were about it, you kept it to yourself. Those were the enemies who have made their choice to scorn the path of light and embark on the path of cruelty.

Still… why did they do so?

What circumstances would have seen them choose otherwise?

How many were driven by their own ruthlessness and nihilism, and how many were dragged along because those were the only principles they have ever known?

How many allowed themselves to follow in the wake of despair they were raised in?

Of course, as your gaze shifted back to meet the empty glare of the liberated women, much of the sympathy withered away. And you were filled with a bittersweet feeling when you saw one of the soldiers bring a bundle of rations and waterskins for them, his movements gentle and caring, as you catch yourself wondering, how far removed you were from a reality where events had taken quite a darker turn.

Was there a way to save them all?

One battle may have been won, but the struggle that takes place in heart of each of us, that one seemed to be and remain eternal.

Knight-captain walked past as he was doing his rounds, surveying the scene with his glare. When it met yours, he paused for a moment. In that moment you felt a brief, rare sensation of mutual respect. You were unable to tell what may have been running through his mind, but you got the sense that he did appreciate your support in helping him win not one, but two battles this day.

With that, he turned to leave, and once again the mists began to flow around the edges of the image, and from the countless rifts in between.

Premonitions of another vision pushed themselves forth, with force that hinted at a certain degree of finality. Perhaps-

Thank you for what you have done, Mouse. I think you’ve done enough. This next one is dangerous, perhaps you could leave the rest for me. I think-

Laurentia’s assuring voice is abruptly cut off as the mist turns a shade darker and its consistency thickens into a denser fluid, more reminiscent of Beast’s own ebbs and flows you’ve seen/felt/perceived before. You would be whisked away to somewhen, soon.

>Is there any final message you’d like to leave with this moment?

Reality of your next(?) destination is beginning to take form…
>In the city of contrasts, spires of alabaster rising from the cesspits of filth…
>...at the edge of the dawn, where the darkness meets first rays of light…
>...a confrontation takes place, one of such disparity that the outcome is all but foregone…

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>>6093401
My impression is that there is a number of Anons who feel very strongly against AI pictures, some of the reasons they present I sympathise with to lesser or greater extent. Still, I like and enjoy the chance to bring characters I like into settings their original creators have denied them, and I have neither the skill to draw or money to spare for such purpose.

>>6093670
Is there? I'm aware of only a few, like there's the one with lightsabers, the Santa one I used in the past, and a few pictures of her in a natural setting.

At any rate, thank you all for bearing with me. Hopefully it won't be long to reach the conclusion now.

>>6093899
oh also for the sake of correctness, credit for the Chloe LoRA goes to x_milaidou_x

>>6093891
>Thank you, but I'll remain by your side until we see this through.
>...at the edge of the dawn, where the darkness meets first rays of light…

>>6093891
>”We are not called to win every battle, only those we find ourselves in.”

>In the city of contrasts, spires of alabaster rising from the cesspits of filth…

As the shadows swirl and take you away, you convey to your current host, and perhaps those around him, a final message – that even if not every battle may be won, they can always strive towards victory within the choices they currently face. You feel a few sparks of resolve spread out before your vision is wholly overtaken and you find your self hurtling towards else… when? Once more.

This time, the transition is less smooth, and the atmosphere feels thick. Wherever, whenever, however you are traversing, you must be getting closer to your destination.

That, or perhaps the difficulty of movement is caused simply by the fact that you’re on the ground and everything hurts.

Gathering your bearings the reality around you resolves into crisp morning air that was anything but fresh, laden heavy with smell of a city – the excess, the misery, the fear and the malice all wormed their way into the cocktail of smells.

Of course you didn’t have time to analyze it, you were in a rush to take stock of your surroundings under stress of some nondescript imminent danger. You found yourself in a dark, narrow alley flanked by tall structures, morning light above you and in front of you the traffic of the adjoining street was eclipsed by something large, tall and menacing.

And with that, the pieces fell into place, and the nondescript danger resolved itself into the towering figure of the Emperor Canicula, the name that struck at least one of awe, envy, fear and/or lust into hearts of nearly everyone in the world. Towering giant of a man, his powerful build and handsome face would have commanded attention even if not for his station, at least for most.

Unfortunately for your mother, she was among the precious few who could resist. Perhaps that is also a reason for how you… (You)r current host, came to be.

“Out of the fight already?” The emperor sneered at you, his thick blade hanging casually to his side. Your left hand went up to your chest which still hurt from the blow, the other went in search of the hilt of your own sword… only to find the scabbard empty. Of course, you’ve already drawn your blade, it was lying short distance next to you. You feel your gaze snap from the weapon to the man who had sired you.

His smug grin widened.

“No? Good. I was beginning to get worried. It would reflect poorly on me to spawn such pathetic bastards.”

You feel a surge of power flow through you, intermixing with your rage. You scramble for your weapon, half expecting to be cut down halfway there, but somehow you reach it and grab it like a lifeline.

When you turn around, the emperor stands against you, his weapon drawn. His longsword against your shortsword; his confident, smug smirk against your grimace of anger and hate.

There was only one way this had any right to end.

But at this moment, you didn’t care. If all up to this moment amounted to a vain tantrum, then so be it. You needed to do this.

...but what, exactly? (You) began to contemplate strategies you could employ against an opponent that outmatched you in most, if not all, physical characteristics, something you didn’t have to consider for a while now. Still, it was not impossible, depending on your relative skills and determination, though still a very dangerous game.

Unless you could twist the rules in your favour.

One such option was presenting itself. The power you felt surge through your host was more than just adrenaline. You had an ambiguous feeling of foreboding about its origin, but you knew the boy through whose eyes you saw the world felt ready to accept any price to win.

Did you have anything you could offer him to dissuade him from this course?

>Direct the fight to the best of your ability. Defeat the emperor no matter what it takes.
>Observe, for now, allow the events to unfold without your interference
>Address the boy (saying what?)
>Address the emperor (saying what?)
>something else… can you even do anything else?

>>6099556
>Address the boy. Help him with our strategic and battle knowledge so that he won't need to resort to this hidden force calling him.

>>6099556
>Address the boy. Help him with our strategic and battle knowledge so that he won't need to resort to this hidden force calling him.

>>6099556
>>Address the boy. Help him with our strategic and battle knowledge so that he won't need to resort to this hidden force calling him.

You could not allow the Beast to gain purchase here. Whatever origins of the boy’s conflict with the emperor were specifically, as soon as he would give in to the temptation of the darkness, he would no doubt grow to match and perhaps even surpass the older man in cruelty.

Perhaps that was exactly what was about to happen.

Do not lose yourself to the darkness, you tell to both your selves. You can fight, and you can win, without subordinating yourself to the darkness.

But you want to. Oh how you want to. The promise, the allure… it is all that you could ask for, and more. To not just dispense your retribution to the man before you, but to eclipse, humiliate and crush him.

To take his dignity, his power and his life.

Is that not what you want? Is that not the natural thing to seek? Is that not the way of the world?

But do you want it to be? Do you want to truly see yourself in his place? Is that what you wish for those you hold dear?

Your mother could be easily uplifted from her squalor… but would she find the price of you likening yourself to the man who hurt her an bearable one?

…

Very well, let’s try to win this on our own terms.

With that, and a new light of resolve igniting behind your host’s eyes, you adjust and shift your stance, racking your brain and all the muscle memory you’ve accrued in anticipation of what’s perhaps most challenging fight of your life…


...And then the world comes to a halt.

Your momentary alarm at this development quickly subsides at the touch of a familiar presence.

There’s someone… that can help… I hope...

Laurentia’s voice is weak and strained, as if coming from great distance and a difficult struggle, but the warmth within brings reassurance to your soul. The pleasant sense of peace, and the passing embrace, as if brush of a stray lock of hair, is promptly displaced by a new voice. A harsh and familiar, but also mellowed out since last you’ve heard it.

“Step aside, Ogre. You may be good at what you do, but this is what I trained for, for all my life. It is only fair… that this skill is put to a good use, after all the mistakes I’ve made, and atrocities I had almost committed.”

Presence that you recognize as that of Lord Levantine coalesces, and momentarily you are overwhelmed by the sum of all regrets and loathing enveloping it like a heavy, immobilizing coat. It’s a strange feeling that you feel the distinctive personality rub against you, not entirely unlike in some ways as when you’ve felt Celestine’s or Laurentia’s touch. And for a moment you find yourself worried, if the now is not getting too crowded for your host to not go insane.

“Goddess, thank you for accepting this as my bequest. I am ready to face the oblivion now…”

The time resumes, and presence of the old lord fades out, leaving behind…

You dodge, weave deflect and counter.

The emperor seems momentarily taken aback by the sudden shift in the dynamics, as the boy he is facing begins to move with shrewdness of a seasoned warrior, but his grimace shifts from one of smug superiority into one of exhilaration and excitement as what he expected to be a one sided beatdown turns into a proper duel with his life at the stake.

After the element of surprise your sudden onslaught had earned you had worn itself out, the emperor being briefly forced on the backfoot, the flow of the combat shifts into an even match as the both of you probe each other’s abilities. That, you realize, and the boy’s newly gained battle insight seems to agree, would be a problem, as despite your ability, the emperor still held an advantage in purely physical terms, and that meant he would sooner or later gain the upper hand.

Smug smirk returning to the man’s face showed that the older fighter was aware of this as well.

“Impressive, boy. Perhaps I’ve misjudged you. Perhaps you could have been of use to me… but alas, as you’ve raised your hand at the emperor, there is but one outcome to be had here.”

Somehow the emperor seems almost remorseful when saying that. But that didn’t stop him from renewing his onslaught, forcing you to focus on defending yourself, and giving you some hope that this flurry of attacks will help at least wear the royal down somewhat.

Meanwhile, your own sword was growing uncomfortably heavy in your hand.

Fortunately, as the fight progressed and you were allowed to watch the emperor’s techniques and style, you managed to glean a measure of insight of your own. And you’ve begun to see some openings for you to exploit…

>Take the chance and end this fight, while you are strong enough to do so.
>Perhaps there was something you could tell to the emperor to get him to reconsider… or at least distract him, giving you an edge?
>Perhaps… You were not clear on what would exactly happen, but perhaps there was a way for you to reach out to the power of the Light?
>another idea?

>>6104718
>Take the chance and end this fight, while you are strong enough to do so.
glad to see you back, OP

>>6104718
>Perhaps there was something you could tell to the emperor to get him to reconsider… or at least distract him, giving you an edge?

>>6104718
>Perhaps… You were not clear on what would exactly happen, but perhaps there was a way for you to reach out to the power of the Light?

>>6104718
>Perhaps… You were not clear on what would exactly happen, but perhaps there was a way for you to reach out to the power of the Light?

As the fight continued, the skill conferred by an atoning spirit allowing the boy to maintain equal footing with the emperor in this peculiar back alley duel, you were running through your options.

Firstly, you managed to gather some insights into the emperor’s fighting style yourself. It was risky, but you were confident you could surprise the older swordsman. The fight was not unwinnable.

Furthermore, for all his cockiness, the emperor was still but a man. What was truly going through his head? Could something you would say have gotten through to him? Was there anything beyond those imperious eyes to get through? Or perhaps you could at least distract him somehow. Trickery for sure, but such was the nature of combat.

In the end, however, you decide to take a different path. There was the force, still pressing against the boy’s will, though luckily he seemed to have taken your warning to heart, for now. Depending on how fight developed, desperation might still push the boy to take the offer.

But there was something you knew that neither the boy nor the emperor seemed to be aware of, or if they were, they dismissed the possibility.

There was another power, one that did not seek to corrupt.

These circumstances were strange in more way that you could count, even aside from the fact of a metaphysical struggle you never could truly put your finger on, even though you’ve built some feel for it during this quest of yours… you were not quite yourself, as you remembered it. You were not surrounded by your friends, and the presence of Laurentia you’ve grown somewhat accustomed to lately, seemed distant.

You didn’t even know when you are, although you had, by the architecture, a vague idea of where. This was… Atlassia, presumably at the height of its power.

But you knew one thing – the light, be it the light Laurentia stood for, or the light your mother left you – still had to be out there.

And you would reach out to it.

You focus, and the blackness envelops you. Without warning, like you were walking across a frozen lake and the ice gave way, plunging you into icy depths, except with no sensation of movement or transition. Still, the oppressive darkness grips you…

For some reason, you are spared of fear.

Not quite so of stress. With a sense of urgency, as if you truly needed to gasp for air, you feel yourself propelling yourself… up? Forward? Or merely thrashing in place? It was impossible to tell in this directionless limbo. But perhaps not quite directionless. You did have a direction in mind, a goal, an objective, a destination. A flicker appears before you, and you will yourself to accelerate towards it. You… reach out. Whether it was your mind putting images to what you were perceiving or some other reason, you saw your hands, at least you thought they were your hands, reaching towards the light, and… brushing the darkness off it? No, it was more like… you reached for the light, and felt the slick slime of darkness at your fingertips. You dug in… and pulled it apart, like a sheet of punctured fabric, broadening what seemed like a pinhole into a tear, then into a rift.

A mixed cry shook your world. A cry of anger, of pain, or pleasure and displeasure, of disappointment and relief, of countless voices in a jumble of contradictory emotions and expression. You were unable to focus on any of them, nor did you feel confident in your ability to make sense of them if you could. But that didn’t matter. The rift was open, and spreading further even beyond where you felt was your reach. Instead, you could find more sparks, a few at first, but gradually you noticed a multitude of them in the distance criss-crossing the darkness, and you felt the reality stretch and disintegrate around you, casting your perception once again into the unknown.

The blackness settles in again. But it’s a different one, this time. Perhaps more reminiscent of the mist you’ve entered before you were cast into this series of disjointed events, a neutral ambience that seemed to do little more than illustrate a distinction between yourself and the void surrounding you.

Yet the void was clearly not all there was.

Do you... hear me? Laurentia’s question comes from a distance, strained, exhausted but also at peace and relieved.

“I do…” You respond.

Oh, thank goodness… When you began to shift around, it was hard for me to keep track, especially when enduring the Beast’s desperate attacks...

“Are you alright?” You can’t help it but feel concerned for her.

It was… unpleasant, but I think we pulled through. She assures. That last thing you did… you tried to reached out to past me, back when I was dominated by the Beast completely. I’m not sure… not sure what exactly had happened. Those memories I have of the time are jumbled and incomplete. But whatever it was, it spread the rifts and tears even further… along with my presence. I… I’ve been...

She trails off.

“What?”

I’ve been changed. Transformed.

The darkness parts, and a familiar radiant figure emerges from it. Laurentia’s form seems more solid, somehow, her glow more intense. You could see the semblance to Celestine, yet she was clearly her own person, resplendent wings of pure light spread out behind her.

“What does it mean?”

I don’t understand that for myself. Or perhaps don’t know how to put it to concepts I could confer to you. I can only tell that much: where I used to be a fake, a plaything… I’ve been given substance. She makes a pause, allowing you to take in what she was saying.

“Does that mean…”

That the Beast was telling the truth? No. At least not all of it. Only as much as what it liked. Perhaps it was also lying to itself. But what was true is that I was never meant to be a true source of hope. At least not by the one who drew me into this world… I was always meant to be broken, taken into possession and used as a pleasuring implement. And those who followed me, to follow me in this fate or watch on from sidelines of despair.

You feel compelled to embrace the goddess. She allows it, and you draw her form nearer, familiar sensation of warmth washing over your soul, again feeling her wings brush against your back. You can feel her appreciate your sentiment, but somehow it still feels she’s the one comforting you. You’re reminded of your earliest memories and your mother’s embrace.

It’s fine. I’m surprised myself that learning confirmation of my role didn’t crush me. But I think I have your choice to thank for that. That even in the midst of darkness, and in good position to take advantage of it… you chose something else.

“So… your fate had changed?”

Yes. She says. The world has changed. Among the chorus of those gleeful about my intended role, there were those of voices mournful and compassionate. And the light that truly pierces the darkness… found purchase in those. I… really don’t know how I could describe this further. But that light that found its way through you, me, and our friends… it allowed this realm to be changed. It allowed me to mend the tears caused by our world being torn from its original form. Or perhaps more precisely, it mended them in wake of my efforts. The Beast has truly been defeated and is no longer the foundation of this world.

Even though the communication is essentially nonverbal, Laurentia conveying ideas and feelings and concepts to you directly, you find yourself struggling to make sense of all the terms and their connections. You felt yourself jubilant that the enemy has been beaten, but what exactly did it mean for you and others?

“What comes next, then?”

That… is not yet clear to me either. I feel the world is still in flux, and the new balance has yet to settle, and at least in part that would depend on what path would be chosen from the available ones, what possibilities to reach for and pursue. For you, for me, for everyone.

“I get to choose…?”

We all get to choose what shape of the world we strive for... Laurentia explains, then gives you a few moment before asking: What would be your choice?

“My choice…” You trail off, the enormity of the question momentarily overwhelming you.

>Best keep it simple. “I’d like to return and see the world freed of the dark bondage, going forward...”
>The confrontations you’ve just witnessed gave you an idea… “I’d like to see this world liberated across time… the Beast’s machinations undone.”
>There was one thing you have come to terms in the past that now seemed… not quite as impossible. “I’d like to… see my parents, one more time...”
>”Wait, I have some questions first…” (write-in)
>something else

>>6108631
>Best keep it simple. “I’d like to return and see the world freed of the dark bondage, going forward...”

>>6108631
>>There was one thing you have come to terms in the past that now seemed… not quite as impossible. “I’d like to… see my parents, one more time...”

>>6108631
>There was one thing you have come to terms in the past that now seemed… not quite as impossible. “I’d like to… see my parents, one more time...”
I'm a softie

>>6108631
>Best keep it simple. “I’d like to return and see the world freed of the dark bondage, going forward...”
Time to return to the world of the living.

“I…” You hesitate. Perhaps it would be for the best to simply collect yourself, and return from… whenever, wherever you found yourself, back to the real world. If that was even possible. If the world has truly changed, what would you be returning to?

Was it truly that simple as simply appearing back among the ruins of the Atlassia?

You never even got to see the outcome of the fight between the boy and the emperor…

But those things weighed little on your mind right now. There was something else, something you had thought you had buried as a childish delusion, one that you’d simply have to come to terms would never come to pass and would remain a scar on your heart that could only be covered, never mended or healed.

Until now.

You’ve just been cast across time. You’ve seen Atlassia at the height of its splendour. You knew not how and were unsure of why or to what end, but if you could have been taken to those moments, and encountered men of ages past… perhaps… perhaps…

“I’d like if I could…” You hesitated, but inviting warmth of Laurentia encouraging you to express yourself finally eases you to share what you desire. “...if it would be possible for me to see my parents, one more time.”

Laurentia looks at you with a kind smile, and you feel as she’s going to say something, but before you can perceive her response, the ambience around you ignites itself wit ha blinding light, and you feel yourself once again shifting.

When the light subsides, your vision clears momentarily – for a few moments, before growing blurry again. Those few moments are more than enough for recognition to settle in – recognition of a place you knew no longer existed in what you remembered as the physical realm. Simple, cozy dwelling, familiar shapes, familiar wooden walls and floors, familiar furnishing, familiar scent and textures, familiar shine of the midday sun filtered through the simple linen curtains. All of that would probably be enough to move you with nostalgia and sentiment, even from your shifted perspective where everything felt so much smaller than you remember.

But in this case none of it was why your vision was hazy.

There was another reason for that.

Familiar faces.

You’re not sure who was first to move. It might have been you, or it might have been them. But it didn’t matter. It happened quickly enough that it didn’t matter. The warmth you now felt was also quite familiar, and very physical, warmth of real people wrapping you in a tight embrace.

“Mouse, my child. My darling son.”

You’re not sure if it’s your mother or your father who said that. In fact they probably said it one over another.

“Mom… Dad…” You feel your voice hitch. You didn’t mind. Nothing else was important right now, only this moment. “There is so… so much…”

“Shh…” Your mother soothes you. “I know. We know.”

“Son, I am so proud of you. I always knew you would grow up to be a good person.” Father adds.

You want to say something, but words fail you, for now. Perhaps it’s just as well. As you hold your family, those who introduced you to the concept of love and kindness, close to your heart, as you let your feelings flail giddily at this opportunity, you simply cherish the moment, quietly wishing it would never end.

For now, it lasted.

While it lasted, was there something you wished to say?

>Yes, thank them for what they’ve given you
>Yes, express your sorrow for all the ways your existence had hurt them
>Yes, something else (make a suggestion)
>No, there is nothing more to be said.

>>6112632
>Yes, thank them for what they’ve given you
ow, we gotta at least say this to them

>>6112632
>>Yes, thank them for what they’ve given you

>>6112632
>>Yes, express your sorrow for all the ways your existence had hurt them

>>6112632
>Yes, thank them for what they’ve given you

>>6112632
>Yes, thank them for what they’ve given you

There was one thing that you really needed to get off your chest now that you had a chance.

Well, maybe more than one. There was also the pang of guilt that circumstances of your conception, and your parents’ compassionate choice in response to it, had lead to much suffering and ultimately their violent end. Even though you knew none of it was your choice, you sometimes couldn’t help but wonder…
...but no. You knew and felt and saw well enough their love and conviction. They clearly did not regret their choice to raise you with love and care, and pushing your regret onto them would probably only serve your own gratification. You keep that to yourself, and move on to the actual emotion you wanted to express in full.

Gratitude.

“Thank you, mom, dad. Thank you so much for all you’ve done, all you’ve given me. I love you, and I believe that all the love you’ve showed me has sustained me to this day. I cannot thank you enough.”

Is what you try to tell. You’re not sure if you can hear yourself saying it, or if you just mumble it, or if your voice falters to the point where words can be hardly made out. But you pour it all out all the same, and your mother and father seem to understand exactly what you wanted to convey.

“Oh you big baby. I knew, I always knew… I felt it. You didn’t need to say anything.” Mom said.

“But it sure is nice to hear it confirmed. And it takes courage to speak clearly.” Dad adds.

“You don’t… or no, actually I think you do have an idea, my Mousie, how happy I am to know that you’ve held both of us so close to your heart. Just stay true to yourself as you have been, and I and father will always be with you.”

“That’s right. We’ve shared with you all that we had to offer, our hopes and dreams included, and you’ve done best job of carrying them forward I could ever imagine. I couldn’t ask for a better son.”

“Dad… mom…”

You hold them tight, and they hold you, and you vision begins to gloss over once again, and only some of it was caused by the tears.

You didn’t want the moment to end, but the moment was coming to a close. There was still time ahead for you traverse.

Gently like a tender draft of a morning breeze the light swirled, and the reality rearranged itself…

..and you found yourself in the depths.

Depths of what, you couldn’t tell. It’s not like there was sensation of cold or wetness, just depths. There was a sort of pressure, once again as if to distinguish the surroundings, but it was very much a different kind of pressure from the aggressive, oppressive darkness of the Beast seeking to overcome, dominate and corrupt. For the moment there was simply a suspense and uncertainty, with each direction looking much like the same.

Or perhaps not.

Without being able to tell of a particular features, you did seem to have a sense of a forward, where you could feel yourself drifting, and at the same time you realized the surrounding is not entirely immutable either, rather its structure was shifting, barely perceptibly at first, but either it was that you managed to focus your mind on it better or because it was picking up in pace and intensity, the change became noticeable.

You were about to re-emerge into the world, but it would not be the world you’ve left behind. Not quite. Or perhaps not at all. What would a change in foundation mean for all the edifices built on top of it? What would change, and what would not? Would it have changed back across time, or only towards the future? Would anyone be able to tell the difference?

Would you?

Would your friends?

You think back of all the memories you’ve made during your travel ever since you’ve embarked on your quest, with blessings from your dark Queen, and went through your bonds you shared with your friends and companions, from your oldest such as Phineous, Smutkin, Sparky and Tithe, to the most recent ones who had renounced the hollow promises of power for a hope of a world less cruel, and you found their comforting glow accompanying you in a whirlwind of light that joined with the tempest building up around, guiding you towards a rapidly approaching….

The darkness that enveloped you was different than previously.

For once, you could feel your body. You were back in the physical realm. The darkness was there because your eyes were shut.

Before opening them, you moved to examine rest of your senses and came to conclusion that you were in fact lying. Strangely though, you couldn’t quite decide on the sensation of where exactly you were lying, as if there was still a fragment of reality that was not yet decided, and gradually resolved itself into…

>...stonework of the ruined temple, in the aftermath of the battle
>...cozy bed in a small town house, a sensation you recall from your dreams

And in the darkness, at the edge of your perception, a voice was heard. It was a familiar voice, intimately so. Hearing it made your heart ache, and not just because of what she was saying.

Please, return to me, my love...

You recognized that voice.

It belonged to…

>Olga Discordia, the dark elven queen of the monstrous horde
>Elle, the loyal courier
>Chloe, the shadow of the Queen and a half-elven knight
>Alicia Arcturus, the noble princess knight
>Celestine Lucullus, the reincarnation of the goddess
>someone else

This is it. The final destination vote for the ending of this tale.

>>6113154
>>...stonework of the ruined temple, in the aftermath of the battle
Oh you motherfucker. I know, in my heart of hearts, which of these is true.
still, I'll choose...
>Alicia Arcturus, the noble princess knight
because what the hell. she's the one for me

>>6113154
>...stonework of the ruined temple, in the aftermath of the battle

>Chloe, the shadow of the Queen and a half-elven knight
We have a book of names, and a quest of vengeance still to resolve in the end credits I think.

>>6113154
>...stonework of the ruined temple, in the aftermath of the battle
>Olga Discordia, the dark elven queen of the monstrous horde
Time for the most important vote of all.

>>6113154
>...stonework of the ruined temple, in the aftermath of the battle

>Celestine Lucullus, the reincarnation of the goddess
difficult choice, but Celestine grew on me on those final threads

>>6113154
>...stonework of the ruined temple, in the aftermath of the battle

>Chloe, the shadow of the Queen and a half-elven knight
The only options that would feel right are Chloe and Celestine.

>>6113154
>...stonework of the ruined temple, in the aftermath of the battle

>Celestine Lucullus, the reincarnation of the goddess
you guys know what I'm about.

>>6113154
To rescue us from a tie, I’ll switch from >>6113283 to:
>Celestine Lucullus, the reincarnation of the goddess

>>6113154
>...stonework of the ruined temple, in the aftermath of the battle

>Chloe, the shadow of the Queen and a half-elven knight

it's really gonna come down to this huh, alright
>>6113154
changing >>6113158 to
>Celestine Lucullus, the reincarnation of the goddess

>>6113154
>...stonework of the ruined temple, in the aftermath of the battle

Last time I checked we haven't been anywhere NEAR a townhome for a LONG, LONG time. The bed being suspiciously similar to our parents' home (whom we JUST talked to in the spirit? realm) doesn't help whatsoever.

>Chloe, the shadow of the Queen and a half-elven knight

The most logical choice. Chloe and Mouse shared similar backgrounds, and have known each other as friends and equals for a long time. Plus, marrying into royalty and high nobility (aka any choice that isn't Chloe and Elle) is simply asking to get dragged into political quagmire and administrative grind, neither of which we're good with.

No, it's MOST DEFINITELY NOT because I want to start a knightly household/order with her and have our descendants/successors loyally serve House Discordia for the centuries to come, no sir!

>>6113154
>...stonework of the ruined temple, in the aftermath of the battle
>Chloe, the shadow of the Queen and a half-elven knight

>>6115347
>I want to start a knightly household with her.

Dammn thats a good idea. In character too.

>>6113154
>...stonework of the ruined temple, in the aftermath of the battle
>Celestine Lucullus, the reincarnation of the goddess

I am hoping for no history rewrite, really not a fan of those, like at all

>>6115816
Choccy elf best elf.

>>6113154
>...stonework of the ruined temple, in the aftermath of the battle
>Chloe, the shadow of the Queen and a half-elven knight

Originally wanted to vote for Olga, but given it has now boiled down to Chloe vs. Celestine there's only one choice.

Rewriting history would do everyone who fought against the Beast a major disservice, let alone all the chronological discrepancies it will invariably generate: without Olga's horde we wouldn't even EXIST as-is, nor would've Chloe served Olga as her sworn sword instead of just another nondescript face among many. Plus, as the saying goes, "those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it", a world that have forgotten the evils of the Beast is bound to fall back into the clutches of a similar malevolence.

... the speech pattern does feel too motherly and too peaceful to not be Celestine, though: Olga would be more haughty (albeit playfully), Alicia would probably view us as a "big brother" figure, while Elle and Chloe would show more camaraderie instead of motherly concern.

Wew. That took a while and bloated past what I expected. I hope the site will let me post all of it, but it's going to take a while.

I started writing when Celestine was ahead, but I think if life allows me I'll also write a Chloe path epilogue as well. Perhaps more if there will be interest. For now I hope you will enjoy what is coming at least.

Celestine

It’s Celestine, the kind, gentle, loving soul that calls out to you. That’s waiting for you. That’s hoping and wishing and yearning to see you again.

And you share her desire. You share her affection. You know it to be true now. That warmth you had felt whenever she turned her emerald gaze to you, so full of inner radiance, like a small sun of blazing kindness. You should have seen it earlier, but you didn’t allow yourself to.

It was love.

Have you been honest with yourself, or not? If you had used that word, would you be able to depart on this final quest as you have, or would you take her hand, no, would you pick her up as she was, taking her tender, soft, gentle form into your hulking arms and carry her away, away from it all, somewhere far away, where you could keep her safe even if the world itself was your enemy?

You know you couldn’t do that. You knew you couldn’t do that. You may have wished you had, but she deserved something better than someone who did that to her. She was the kind of person that would give herself to save those under her charge without giving her own fate a second thought.

And in the end, your choice turned out to be right, and your mission – a success. Not really by your own merit, and most certainly not just by merit of your admittedly formidable ogre strength. No, it was by support from those who bound their lives and hopes to yours, starting with your parents… and including Celestine’s love.

The love you felt you could now truly embrace… or at very least, if what you’ve just felt, was only echo of your own emotions flowing free, with no cosmic mission binding them anymore.

You had a different sort of mission now. One owed only to your heart.

You had to see her again.

Your eyes snap open, and for a brief moment you are blinded by the light of day.

This was perhaps for the first time you could take in the entirety of the ruins of Atlassia at once, in their raw, natural state. Like bleached bones of some ancient colossus spread out and crumbled across the land, partly overrun by the wilds retaking what was once taken from them, partly savaged by the brutish, practical construction erected by the cultists and the mercenaries. There are several areas which you recognize must be slave pits. And, oddly enough, a fresh looking crater. That one gives you pause, but in the greater context importance of the anomaly fades.

The context is one of hope. The cloud cover was pierced, and rays of sunlight cast the landscape into a scene of a new dawn, more figuratively than literally.

There was movement below, but it was neither the mixture of violence, despair and depraved revelry that had governed this place recently, nor was it clamour of a fight that could be heard only minutes (?) ago. It was a dazed, awed silence that reigned in this silent, shining moment.

Nobody, except for you and perhaps select few individuals, had known what had just happened, but everyone felt it.

Everyone knew that the world was changed.

A cry pierced the air. No, not a single one, rather a symphony, or cacophony as it were, discordant chorus of expressions from all around. Jubilant cheers, some of them belonging to voices familiar and dear to you, intermixed with cries of shame and regret, and peppered sparingly with yells of fear, anger and frustration.

Stunned stupor gave way to a chaotic dance, in many case of literal dance of joy as those who felt they were bound forever have known liberation for the first time.

Some of those even among the mercenaries and cultists.

Others, you noted the edge of the vision, took the change as their cue to flee, you saw some movement disappearing outwards into the foliage, fleeing for their lives in absence of what they thought was an eternal source of power.

Immobile specks of blackness – many of them concentrated around the new crater, you note – hinted at fate of those who gave themselves fully to the force of cruelty.

There could be no doubts. The beast’s power was broken, and its mockery of a cult had popped like a bubble. The black dog was no more, at least not as a foundation of the world.

The war was over.

Now you could all go home.

Subdued sound of sobbing in your close vicinity took you back from taking in the vista. Turning around, you see Maia on her knees, embracing the prone form of Vult and shaking with emotion.

Your first thought is one of compassion. She had followed her love all the way to the end, only to lose it?

Then, you frown as you notice movement – Vult was moving! You tense up, in case the mercenary lord tried something…

...but for once, your concern remains misplaced. The scarred hand, covered with dirt and dried blood, made no violent movements. It rose to Maia’s cheek, and cupped it tenderly, and you realized hers were not tears of sorrow, but of joy. She had gotten through to him, after all.

You allow yourself a smile and quietly turn away, leaving the lovers to each other. The man had a lot to atone for, but perhaps this new world could offer him this chance as well.

Instead, you head back to the stairway where you recall having left your friends, locked in a desperate fight.

You don’t take more than two steps when figures begin to crest the terrace. Familiar ones. You don’t need to count them, you recognize instantly each and every one.

Well, some of them you never learned by name. The penitent mercenaries were there too, though their approach was more deferential, whereas-

“Oof.” You let out as a ball of pure light strikes into you and topples you.

“Mouse! Mouse, Mouse, Mouse!”

Sparky was dancing in the air, an eerie, eye watering spectacle that seemed to defy the mundane physics, which all things considered was to be expected.

“It’s done, it happened, it’s done!”

“Sparky?”

“It’s amazing. It’s wonderful. It’s like I can breathe where before I suffocated. It’s like when the light had touched me and changed me, but better, but for everyone, but everywhere!”

You think what to say to the enthusiastic former imp, but can’t seem to find words. Sparky doesn’t seem to mind as the rest of your companions join you, Smutkin even tooting a tune that somehow fits into, or rather around, Sparky’s jubilant manoeuvres. Elle and the twins… both the scouts and the golems… run in and gather around you.

“Mouse...”

“Sir!”

“Leader!”

“We did it!” “We won!”

You pull yourself up and look across the jubilant faces. Your smile grows even wider as more figures begin arriving – a chocolate coloured blur leaps in to embrace you.

“Mouse!” Chloe squees as she hugs you. You can’t help but gently return the embrace, as surprising – given circumstances perhaps not – it is to see Chloe drop her emotional guard so fully.

Phineous comes running after her, and then Olga taking dignified strides behind him, followed by remainder of the penitents.

“Boss…” Phineous’s voice falters. You place your own hand on his shoulder.

“It’s over.” You confirm and look at your gathered companions.

It defied belief.

You really made it. Your insane, foolhardy quest, has been brought to completion – and the enemy you still couldn’t fathom, has been broken.

“Friends. Fellows. Companions.” You raise your voice. “Thank you, for staying true, to me, to the goddess, and to each other. But most importantly, to the spark of light that none of us had right to expect, but for the sliver we all carried in our own hearts. That somehow penetrated the veil of darkness and torn it asunder.” You make a pause, partly because you find yourself unsure where you’re finding what exactly to say. Still, it feels right enough to continue. “From this day onward, we are free. No longer consigned into the inescapable pits of despair, but free to choose the path of kindness, mercy and trust… that does also mean, we are free to reject it. But I think that at least we gathered here have already learned where that path leads.” You end the sentence with gaze resting on Olga. The dark queen nods solemnly. “Now then… as eager as I suppose most of us are to head out and enjoy our newfound liberty from the black dog’s scheming, there is still some work to do. Let’s split up and go around the ruins and the camp, looking for any slaves that may need unchaining or people otherwise in need of help. Once that is gone, we can see about organizing ourselves for a walk home for those who want to leave this place behind.”

You end on a practical note. There’s no further cheering – your closest companions simply nod with warm smiles on their faces, while the penitents take the hint to get to work straight away and are the first to head down the temple and out among their former comrades – and victims.

Elle, her eyes full of admiration, gives you a firm salute and turns to Harriet and Janet.

“Let’s go straight for the main pit. There may be insensate people down there.”

The twin scouts, nod, their expressions darkening momentarily.

“We will join you.” Diana says.
“Our healing abilities may be useful” Minerva adds.

Your attention drawn to the two golems you note that while everyone’s posture and gazes bore to some extent sign of the world changing event, the two golems seemed to have been affected even more profoundly, their alabaster bodies aglow with magical aura both stronger than before, but also fundamentally… purer?

The two golems give you deferential bows before the group heads down towards their objective.

“Ahem. Boss?”

You turn to Phineous.

“Yes?”

“I think someone… well, I volunteer obviously, but I think Smutkin and Sparky would be great help to check out that ritual hole… crater, now. There may be someone left there.”

“That was…?” Smutkin’s eyebrows rise.

“It was place of my confrontation with Kin.” Olga takes the vote. “I’m not sure what my fate would have been had I underestimated the human before, but I assume it would not be a good one.”

“You shoulda seen it, boss. It was insane.” Phineous says. “Sacrifices, ritual, dark vortices, the works. Her majesty wiped the floor with him though.”

“I’ll hear your story and see that sketchbook of yours before I allow you to spread the word among my subjects.” Olga informed the orc who bowed and raised his hands in deference an concession.

You note that Olga’s posture has changed as well. On one hand, she struck as regal a form as ever, producing a striking effect when coupled with her exotic dark elven beauty. But there were subtle differences that were not lost on you who had given the dark queen a lot of focus and attention. She seemed to carry herself easier, as if a considerable burden was lifted off her shoulders, and also in a more relaxed manner, as if she had shed some of the pretense she had previously worn like a cloak.

She looked even more beautiful that way, you decided. Although as it were, currently it was a different elf that occupied more of your thoughts.

“You can go ahead. I’ll catch up. There’s something I need to tell Mouse, first.” Sparky speaks up, his voice calm and level now.

Phineous exchanges glances with you and Smutkin and the two of your older companions head down in a different direction. A thought strikes you and you turn to the gargoyle, who you note has undergone a shift in tone not unlike what Diana and Minerva had showed.

“Tithe, I’d like you to take to skies and help us coordinate if one of the groups needs help or you spot someone in trouble.”

“Of course, leader.” The flying golem replies and bolts up, leaving you alone with Chloe, Olga and Sparky.

“Sparky, you had something on your heart?”

“Yes, Mouse. I got… a calling. My mission in the material plane is essentially done. I’m going to work under Laurentia now.”

You raise your eyebrows as you process what the boy is saying. “You’re… leaving us?”

“Yes, but also no. I will always be with you.” He raises his hands to his heart as he says that. “It is only thanks to your choices, your love and kindness, that I ended as I have… and it’s only because of that sliver of light you held onto, Olga, that I was allowed to survive.”

Your eyes dart to Olga.

“Ahem…” She clears her throat and you think you see a tiniest sparkle in the corners of her amber eyes.

“None of that will be forgotten. Shelter those flames, and… just shelter them, okay? For yourselves, and for everyone. Thank you. That’s… I just had to say it, while I can.”

“In that case there’s something I wanted to do, so I might as well do it now while I got the chance.” Chloe speaks up, and to everyone’s, including Sparky’s, it seems, surprise she bolts forward and tackle hugs the former imp.

“Sorry if I was ever mean to you.” She says as she withdraws.

“You never were.” Sparky assures her. “Your face and words were sometimes sterner than your eyes. But even back then I could tell your heart is very much alive under all the scars.”

Chloe’s face darkens somewhat.

“T-that’s enough.”

“I think you’ve more than earned this time of reprieve, my shadow.” Olga speaks. “Something tells me there is much danger and excitement ahead of us yet. But for once, I can tell now that we can face them free of the ever arching despair.”

“That’s something I wanted to ask about, my queen. What’s next for you?”

“Didn’t I tell you we can dispense with those formalities, my champion? I think you’ve more than earned that right.”

“It doesn’t come easily, lady… Olga.”

“I suppose that’s how it should be after all. But what else is there for me but to head back north to reclaim my throne, and what’s left of my subjects, now without the nameless’s cursed blessings.” Olga replies and looks at you with a characteristic smirk. “And am I to understand that you have no intention of following your queen? I was so counting on having a reliable enforcer at my side.”

Although you can tell there’s levity in her voice, there is a different calling in your heart right now, one you can’t deny.

“My q- Olga, I know I owe you my life, and this quest, and I wish to show my gratitude and devotion in any way I’m able…”

“But?”

You hesitate for the first time as your loyalties come into direct confrontation. Perhaps sensing your inner conflict, Olga’s expression softens. “Forgive me, Mouse, my champion. You’ve more than earned any boon you could possible ask, and then some. Speak freely, now, and forever.”

“There… is a boon I’d like to ask of you, my queen.” You say. “I… desire your blessing in a… romantic pursuit.”

There’s a glint of understanding that flashes through Olga’s eyes. “I see.” She says, softly. “And who is the object of your affection?”

“Lady Celestine.” You say. “I love lady Celestine.”

The words come as naturally as breathing to you. Like something that just belongs together. Which was somewhat awkward seeing as you were expressing that to two other women before you told about it Celestine herself. But you did, and it just felt right.

The ongoing silence lasted too briefly for you to get nervous about it. Chloe’s eyes briefly widen, but both her and Olga’s expression quickly settle into small, kind smiles.

“Heh.” Chloe smirks.

“Of course.” Olga nods.

“W-what’s with that reaction?” You’re slightly taken aback.

“What did you expect? A scolding? Mocking laughter? Or perhaps… a jealous scene?” Olga raised her eyebrow. And you most certainly didn’t sense even a hint of wistfulness in that last query, that would be absurd. “I saw how you looked at her, and her at you. But even before that, back when we were discussing your quest back in the citadel, I had foreseen that this was all but inevitable. That unnatural spark you’ve carried, it was only natural you’d be drawn to her, the epitome of innocence, kindness and selflessness. So no, I’m not particularly surprised.” Olga said. “As for my blessings, you have them. Go forth and make her yours.” As if to give the occasion a ceremonial feel, she raises her hand and reaches towards you. You bow out of instinct and she touches your forehead. “I release you from my service. Pursue your heart. You’ve earned it.”

As the dark queen withdraws her hand, Chloe approaches and squeezes your arm.

“I had a feeling this would go that way. Good luck, Mouse. Be… be happy, for all of us, okay?”

Her voice falters, but her smile is genuine, even as her crimson eyes gather some moisture.

“Olga, Chloe…” You try to find words, but none seem to come forth. So you simply grab both chocolate elves into a hug, eliciting a surprised yelp from Chloe. Olga was clearly aloof from such petty surprises, but she did lean into the embrace.

“The power of love is a curious thing.” A slightly less familiar voice interrupts the moment. You release the two elves and see Maia had approached your group while supporting Vult. The mercenary commander’s stature was a far cry from the confident killing machine you’ve first seen him as, in spite of his undeniably powerful build, the withdrawal of the beast’s gifts played a number on him. Even so, his features seemed gentler, and his expression at relative peace.

“Indeed. I’m glad it had worked out for you.” You say. And… you mean it. That Maia’s feelings for Vult came through to the extent where he was willing to renounce the beast was no small feat. Even so, a part of you felt that this was not the end of the story.

The man himself was probably of the same opinion as he offered a rueful, somewhat pained smile. “There’s no need to beat about the bush, ogre. I know I’m headed for the gallows, if I’m lucky.”

“Like hell you are. I’m not giving you up so easily, or am I going to let you take the easy way out.” Maia objected.

“Maia… if all I had left were few days of being there for you rather than myself, it will have been more than I deserve.” The mercenary leader says, and as far as you can tell, he seems to mean it. But then again, he was not known to be the charismatic mercenary lord for nothing.

“You do indeed have much to atone for, mercenary.” Olga speaks up, her voice once again a regal weapon of the dark queen, the personal warmth and softness she let show earlier concealed perfectly. “You are not wrong that there will be those in the human realm that would see you dead. If you were one of my subjects, you would have met a swift end for sure.”

Vult’s gaze of broken, but nonetheless – steel, meets Olga’s golden glare and his expression remains neutral as he waits for the dark queen to make her point.

“...however, between the chance your loving companion has fought for, and my champion permitted to take root, I am convinced the selfless queen you had sought to destroy will be eager to give you chance to show sincerity of your redemption with long and arduous work – in good company.”

The mercenary keeps looking in silence before eventually bowing his head. “It is as you say, your majesty… and I can only strive to not squander the chance I’ve been given.”

There’s an uncomfortable silence for a moment.

“Why don’t we start right away. There’s a lot of work to be done down in the camp.” You suggest.

“Yes. Let’s. There’s no better way to prove oneself than through work.” Maia agrees gratefully, and so the five of you – Sparky was nowhere to be seen, having probably flown off to catch up with Phineous and Smutkin when you were talking to the elves about your romantic pursuits – proceed to descend from the Atlassian temple.

As you slowly make your way down – slowly, because you moved to help Maia with supporting still unsteady Vult, making you wonder how much of a use he’s going to be. Though admittedly with time he seemed to be regaining at least some strength with each step. Even though he took a beating during your fight, much of it was probably of metaphysical rather than physical in nature, amounting to effects of withdrawal from having beast’s poisonous gifts so suddenly stripped.

Be that as it may, as you reach the base, you are already met with perhaps a dozen sets of gazes, mercenary and liberated slaves alike, as some of those who were in good enough shape began to gather beneath the landmark of the ruins. Whether it was idea of one of your companions or something that came up spontaneously, it was as good a rally point as any. And for now it really seemed to be a focal point as the bizarre company came down – a pair of dark elves, an ogre champion and the former leader of the black dogs supported by his lover.

On impulse, you begin to speak. You tell the gathered men and women of the new era that had dawned on the world, one distinctly free of the black dog cult as a fundamental force. That you would be leaving this place and what it represents behind for good and headed for the Cathedral city. That there is still work to be done.

Some had quietly slinked out during your speech, but most heard it out with relief and a newfound hope. Some had then dispersed to spread the words, others asked for instruction what needed to be done – and they got those, mostly from Maia, who had on the occasion consulted Vult on one aspect of the camp’s layout or possible stockpiles. Ultimately you had gone on to make rounds of the ruins yourself, in company of Olga and Chloe, while Maia and Vult went in their own direction, and before long you settled into a routine that took you well into the evening,

By the time the night fell, most if not all of the people who remained in the ruins of Atlassia were spread out around the clearing, refreshing themselves before the voyage or making preparation. Some were singing and dancing with joy around the bonfires, others have already gone to sleep. You found yourself among the latter, your closest companions having seized a patch of ground as an impromptu campsite, drifting off to a calming, hopeful, sentimental tune of Smutkin’s flute.

If you dream that day, you don’t remember anything of it, aside from a vague sense of comfort not just around your body but also your soul, reminded somewhat of your mother’s embrace. You find yourself slightly saddened that you didn’t get to talk to Laurentia again, you haven’t heard her direct contact since the events that had reshaped the world. Did that mean she had truly left you behind?

I will be with you, always.

You’re not sure if that was a memory or a touch of the goddess, but it felt nice all the same. You supposed she did have a lot of work now, in fact it was difficult or outright impossible to judge the magnitude.

Even so, your night was restful, and allowed you to spend the next day finalizing the preparations for the the crowd of people to embark on a journey. And indeed after plundering much of the available stocks of rations you had departed some time after midday, at the head of what remained of the reclaimers of Atlassia along with their captives and slaves. Tormented and tormentors, walking in the wake of you and your companions into the new era.

This time you do not have the luxury of trance you had on your way here, instead you have boon of fair weather and clear horizon, and guides both among your companions and the former cultists. The journey goes slowly, but without incident, and with no dampening of the spirits, possibly at least partly in time thanks to Smutkin’s tunes carrying throughout the traveling throng.
The miles shrink and vanish below your feet, as you approach your destination. And while you could not say much for destinations of most those who shared your journey, for you personally it was as clear cut and exact as it could be.

Celestine.

With the quest fulfilled and new hope pouring into the world, you found yourself more and more eager to do your utmost to experience most of it in the high elven hierarch’s gentle smile, and the kind spark behind her emerald eyes.

Your heart skipped a beat when you brought forth the memories you had made in her company, now examining them in new light. When you comforted her after she endured the Beast’s mental onslaught, when you shielded her from Kin’s vile black bolt, or when she bared her soul to her to propel you to your first meditative trances.

The warmth of her grace and unconditional affection embraced you then, and how you longed to feel it embrace you again.

Sometimes you were tempted to pick up the pace. By a lot. But… then you imagine her expression as she asked you whether you left your friends behind, her green orbs widened with surprise, disappointment and sadness.

Until…

“Go.”

You blink.

It was Olga.

“I can see your eagerness to leave the world itself behind in your pursuit, my champion. Go. We can handle things, you can trust us with that. If someone would begrudge you, it’s not us, and I doubt it would be her. You can take my word for that.”

You look around you, your gaze falling after one of your companions after another. Although you didn’t share your interest in Celestine with anyone else since talking to Olga and Chloe, you got a round of encouraging nods and smiles from all of them.

“You can count on us, sir. If you’re in a hurry.” Elle says, giving no indication she knows what’s up.

“If your heart urges you, you follow. That’s what you did then, feel free to do it again.” Smutkin notes, giving you a slightly more knowing glance.

You keep yourself from shedding a tear at the smiles, instead you say:

“Friends… thank you.”

And then you are off.

You accelerate, and before long the rest of the group is left behind, in care of your companions and each other, and presumably also the goddess.

With your mind on the goal, and your heart making your steps sprightly and buoyant, you feel the distance burn beneath your feet. The landscape scrolls by, and the sun falls below the horizon. You begin to wonder whether it is wise to continue under just guidance of the moonlight in this treacherous terrain. It wouldn’t do if in your hurry to confess your feelings you ended up drowning in the swamp.

Fortunately, you are freed from your dilemma in a most auspicious manner. Just as you’re about to consider where to set up camp, a dark shape ahead of you resolves to a familiar sight – the sheltering grove that sprouted into existence under powers lent to you by Laurentia.

The fragrance of roses welcomes you as you enter, and you respond to their invitation by placing yourself to rest in the same place you slept what felt like months ago.

You fall into the lightless depths of the realm of dreams. For a moment you find yourself wondering if you’ve somehow made your way back to the shadowy realm between realms, but it feels different somehow. There was no pressure, just softness and warmth, like a comforting embrace.

Soon.

What?

You’ll see. came back with a playful lilt.

Before you could ask more, the embrace eased and your eyes fluttered open, the enchanted glade aglitter with dawn’s early light, quiet murmur of the spring and rustling of the leaves only disturbed by sound of an alicorn lapping at the fresh water in the pond.

Wait, what?

The softness you felt around your head didn’t feel the same way your bedroll did, nor did its warmth.

You looked up, and saw a pair of emerald green eyes shining back at you, and a small, gentle smile melting your heart.

“Celestine, my love.” You speak, virtually certain that you were still dreaming.

Pink blush colored her cheeks. “Mouse…” She said. “I… I don’t think I even knew how I longed to hear those words.”

Softly like a falling feather, like a drop of dew, she bent forward, placing a kiss on your forehead. “Mouse…”

Well, you were having none of that. You reach for the dream, grab her with your hands, eliciting a surprised yelp, and press the elf against you in an embrace.

“Thank you for this dream. I couldn’t ask for a better gift.” You say.

“D-dream?”

You blink.

Are you supposed to be able to blink in a dream? And this softness… it felt unlike any dream you recall, or any of your spiritual voyages. It felt…

“Celestine, is that really you?” You ask, horror of your recent manoeuvre catching up with you.

“Y-yes…” She says, surprise giving once again way to affection. “I’m sorry that I confused you…”

“No, no no no! I’m sorry for, er…”

She laughs. A bright and vibrant sound like… what bellflowers would probably make if they were actual bells as well as flowers. And then she says the words.

“I love you.”

This had to be dream. This couldn’t be a dream. This could not be anything else but a dream.

And then she shifted in your stunned embrace, pulled closer and kissed you on your rough lips.

The moment when her warmth joins yours in such intimate manner is something you didn’t know you could experience. And on some level you knew that it went beyond the act of physical intimacy. You could feel the radiance of her soul set your own alight, her proximity and display of affection made all the sweeter by her confession.

You returned her embrace and her kiss, more gently now, carefully as if afraid that the reality might shatter, nevermind her slim elven frame.

This was it.

This was that you had sought. That which cannot be seized by force.

And you wished the moment would never end.

Your lips did eventually part, and Celestine disentangled herself out of your embrace while you were busy processing the jumble of sensations and emotions. After a while you recovered enough of your faculties that you could begin to talk.

“What happened? How did you come to be here? Not that I’m complaining.”

She smiled at you before replying. “I have seen it. This place. In a vision.” She explained. “I simply knew that I had to come.”

“Your powers?”

“I know I’ve resolved to not use them as I’ve come to realize they were poisoned gifts.” Celestine explains. “But this has changed. When the Beast was struck down, we have all felt it, and also saw the effects. I was fighting alongside Alicia…”

You listen to the elven lady recount to you how she and your human friends have struggled while you were journeying towards Atlassia. And indeed you confirm that the dream you’ve been shown while resting in this very grove was an event that had actually taken place, between the many pitched battles the human knights had waged against the possessed monstrous horde.

You feel a chill run down your spine at the notion that the people you’ve come to consider your friends could have well perished far away while you were on your quest. Then again, presumably it was the same for them.

Still, in the end it seemed the knights were capable of holding their own long enough. Even Celestine herself participated in the fight, wielding her powers of light both as searing blades of flame against the demonic hordes and in healing the wounded and fallen among the knights. And it was during one of the particularly vicious attacks that your and Maia’s confrontation with Vult and his master at the top of the Atlassian temple took place. When during subsequent face off against the beast itself the world was split open and mended, the effects on the possessed horde were immediate and dramatic. The demons would turn into dust, the corrupted orcs and ogres would drop dead and the rage of their incited peers would turn to panic as their ranks broke and their onslaught turned into rout.

“Even without it, I could feel that the world had changed on that moment. That on that moment you had succeeded and the kindness had prevailed over cruelty. I have seen you, I have heard your voice and I have remembered a very particular encounter I had in the past, for a reason I had not at the time understood.”

“So you decided to… travel here?” You ask, glancing briefly at a very tired looking falicorn that had laid itself in the grass next to the pond.

“Well…” Celestine blushes in embarrassment. “I was really tempted to drop everything and fly. But in the end it was Alicia and Prim who convinced me to go. Perhaps I looked too distraught even as I was healing the wounded.”

You can’t help but chuckle at that. “I suppose I owe Alicia and Prim then…” You say.

“We all owe each other so much for all this.” Celestine says.

“That we do… my love.” You can’t help but add the words, and the elven woman blushes as she hears them.

“...yes. Mouse…” She looks at you, and you lose yourself in her gaze.

“Celestine…” You manage eventually. “What happens next?”

“I do not know. This world is going to be new for all of us. For myself, I suppose I will continue to serve as the servant and a guide and a conduit of mother’s grace. But…” She trails off and looks away, her cheeks darkening. “I’d like to have you at my side this time.”

“I’d like nothing more. I was… worried, for many reasons.” You admit. “That I’d be placing you on a spot by forcing my feelings onto you… but I couldn’t help myself. I needed to tell you. I’m… beyond grateful that you took this concern away as you did.”

She smiles at you. “Yes. I was… unsure, myself, what I should do. My people are still counting on me. But…” She makes a pause. “I am certain now. I love you, and I want you in my life.”

“Even as an… as a monster?”

She frowns. “Never refer to yourself in that term again.” She says, her voice more forceful than you remember it. “You are a person… and a person I love. Whatever form you possess. And I know that whatever this new world has in store for us – we are going to meet it… together.” She reaches out to you, taking your calloused hand in both of hers. She doesn’t make a question, but she looks at you pleadingly.

You don’t have to think about an answer. You look into her eyes and you know for certain that this is the sight that you had always hoped to see. Beyond those emerald pools was a living sun of love eager to share itself with you. And you knew that you would do whatever you could to keep that flame ablaze.

“Yes… together. From now on, and as long as I draw breath.”

“Yes…” She smiles. “Until the end of time itself.” She adds and draws you into an embrace.

This time, the moment lasts longer.

~ And they lived happily ever after. ~
~ The end. ~

I'll try to come up at least with Chloe version within the week. Then, I'll see if there's demand for more alternatives/epilogues
In the meantime, in the light of the story being concluded, you're welcome to share any scathing criticism you may have held onto for all this time. In any case, thank you all for sharing this journey with me.

>>6116084
Oh buddy. That stings, but I'm proud of you. Fly high, son.
>>6116107
Thanks for the quest! I don't really know how to do well thought-out criticism so I'll just compliment you, this was a real treat. This coming from a hentai and a troll thread is unbelievable, you are insane and really committed.

>>6116107
I know I have no right to ask and preemptive apologies for being greedy, but could you please write one for Olga, Alicia, and Elle as well? My curiosity got the better of me and I really wanted to see the what-ifs.
(Olga being my first choice doesn't help, either.)

Also, this turned out to be one of the most well-written quests I've ever seen, so... thanks for creating this masterpiece.

>>6116102
Real nice, OP. I missed this doot until late at night and when I saw the size I had to leave the reading for today's morning.
>>6116107
You spoil us rotten, OP. Dunno if jumping the gun soon, but do you plan on making another quest ?
>>6116382
>Also, this turned out to be one of the most well-written quests I've ever seen, so... thanks for creating this masterpiece.
yup and to think it all started 'coz he hijacked an abandoned bait thread.

Thank you all, friends. I'm delighted that people are deriving pleasure from the tale.
>>6116112
I too wonder if it will ever be appropriate for me to say with straight face that I've once written a 240+k word fanfic of a rape porn cartoon because I felt bad for the girls (and some boys).
>>6116382
Basically all of them, hmm... I'll see how the floes of inspiration will come. But if it happens, it's going to take a while.
>>6116414
We shall see, we shall see. There was actually one quest I ran but found I couldn't keep up. I'd like to get back to it. I feel I owe it to the characters. And that guy or few that may still remember...

>>6116460
Do you have links to either of them? Once again preemptive apologies for being so greedy...

>>6116539
...either?
Oh you mean the fanfic - I was referring to this quest in fact - and the other quest? That would be the Mass Effect quest: new beginnings.
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2019/3369286/

>>6116560
Talking about completely misreading an entire sentence....
Welp, I guess the only answer would be "assuming the situation allows for all the constituents of your sentence to be appropriate, then go for it!"

>>6116102
Hell yeah

>>6116107
Beyond the Chloe version, I'm actually interested in what happens to the twin scouts.

>>6116710
+1

>>6116102
Congratulations! Thanks for the quest.

>>6116460
>I too wonder if it will ever be appropriate for me to say with straight face that I've once written a 240+k word fanfic of a rape porn cartoon because I felt bad for the girls (and some boys).
You could draw a parallel between Mouse’s quest and your own. Many would have thought it impossible, but through perseverance and a determination to hold on to what’s right, victory was achieved.

>>6116772
>>6116560
Read through OP's words again, anon.
Source: did exactly the same a few hours back. >>6116539

>>6116784
I’m talking about the quest we’re in right now, you know.

>>6116806
Given OP's track record I wouldn't say it's anywhere nearly as impossible as Mouse's - OP's old quest ran for two years and was also pretty well-written, so... although I wouldn't call it a milk run I wouldn't say it's THAT-

Okay, I admit it, me dumb. Me very dumb.

>>6116830
>Given OP's track record I wouldn't say it's anywhere nearly as impossible as Mouse's - OP's old quest ran for two years and was also pretty well-written, so... although I wouldn't call it a milk run I wouldn't say it's THAT-
Considering what the OP post of the first thread looks like, many would think that nothing good could come of it. Taking trash and turning it into treasure is always an accomplishment.

>Okay, I admit it, me dumb. Me very dumb.
We’ve all been there.

>>6116107
Thanks for running. Derailing the plot of a hentai about a rape cult with the power of friendship was fun.

>>6116560
>Mass Effect quest: new beginnings
Oh you're the QM of that? I liked that quest too though I only started reading in the last thread, which wasn't archived.

Chloe.

The shadow of the Queen, the half elf, the nimble and deadly retainer of your dark queen.

In some ways, your rival. In truth, she attempted to kill you on dark queen’s command.

How long ago that felt.

In more ways than one – although truth be told, you did have a soft spot for her even back then. Her unflinching, sincere devotion to the dark queen was like a balm in the ruthless jungle of the dark citadel ranks and relations. And lethal - yet possessing that elfin delicateness - beauty of her finely sculpted body didn’t hurt, either.

To some extent, as you admired your dark queen, perhaps you also felt a little bit of envy for Chloe’s affection.

Then why did it take you so long to realize that, bit by bit, during your shared travels, you were earning something just as profound, or more so, from the queen’s shadow?

You had noted, of course, with delight that Chloe had gradually come to align herself with the quest you’ve undertaken; a progress made all the more impressive in context of the suffering you’ve come to learn she had endured. As sweet as your memories of childhood were, hers were bitter and painful. Yet her inner light, the spark behind her crimson eyes you’ve come to treasure, grew ever stronger.

You’ve come to rely on her keen eyes and sharp ears, but even more so on her stalwart heart.

And now…

...now you were ready to name the feeling that swelled in your heart when you thought of the lithe half elven woman.

Love.

“I love you.”

You speak those words as soon as you open your eyes, and see a pair of crimson orbs staring back widen in shock.

“W-wa-wa….” She mutters. “WHAT?! NOW you tell me that?! You… you…. You dumb, hulking, lumbering, heavy footed oaf!” She pummels you with her dainty fists, a gesture clearly devoid of actual malice.

“Ow, ow, ow, that hurts!” You moan theatrically, allowing a grin to spread on your face in response to the blushing girl above you.

“Liar. Get up already. Are you hurt?”

“She wasted no time in asking for my leave to abandon me, my champion. You are clearly a bad influence on my Shadow.” A haughty voice speaks with exaggerated intonation, causing you to scramble to regain your bearings beyond Chloe’s appealing silhouette standing defiantly next to you, her eyes fixated on you as she reprocessed your playful, if sincere, exchange.

You found yourself back in the material world, that much was clear, and more or less exactly where you could expect – at the summit of the ruined temple in the heart of Atlassia. The air was crisp and clear, as if after rain, though that could not have been the case as nothing about the dry cracked stones showed signs of humidity. The sky was overcast, but with rays of light raking the ground where the cloud cover was tearing up.

Picking yourself up, your gaze naturally came to level with the still growing group of people arriving onto the stone platform, most keeping reverent distance – those were the penitent mercenaries – while others came closer, your older companions, your friends. Some of them were eyeing you as you gathered your bearings, but reassured that you were apparently alright, some were just as you taking in the sight of the surrounding, remodeled, reality – with notable exception of Smutkin whose gaze wandered to a different spot on the platform, a small, sentimental smile on the bard’s lips. Following his eyes you spot Maia hunched over Vult, the mercenary lord and cradling his head in her embrace.

Judging by the movement, it seemed the man had survived the fight and was ready to accept Maia’s feelings. The notion warmed your heart somewhat. Even though he had plenty to atone for, hopefully he would make good on this chance the woman who loved him had earned for him.

“It appears I owe you an apology, my champion.”

Olga’s voice snaps your attention onto the dark queen as she stands before you, and you are reminded of how you had parted.

“My queen, I’m glad you made it.”

She smirks.

“Of course I would, was there ever any doubt?”

You only smile in answer, your gaze drifting back to the still blushing half elven knight. Your eyes meet, and you realize you haven’t seen her like that ever before. She is not wearing her confident smirk or her ruthless stony expression, her crimson eyes are looking back into yours and you can sense the confused, vulnerable, surprised and perhaps surprisingly caring woman behind.

She is at loss of words.

And it’s not just because her queen is standing right there. She’s staring back at you and genuinely doesn’t seem to be able to decide how to react to your attention.

“Eyes up here, Mouse.” Olga says with a mock bemusement, and you remember yourself.

“Please forgive me, my queen.”

“Hah. I can see how it is going to be, then.” The statuesque dark elf woman says as you bow in apology for disregarding her. “Oh let’s drop the pretense. You’ve earned more than just a boon from me, my champion. I owe you a fate, and the rest of the world does, too.”

“I… don’t think I can accept credit of such magnitude.” You look up to see that the dark queen, although retaining her regal bearing, her smirk is less of a mask of condescension and more of an expression of kind and genuine amusement, and her amber eyes were alight with hope you have not seen in the dark queen before.

“Of course you wouldn’t. Well, you’re not wrong. What just happened took much more than an enforcer’s arm, though I imagine it did help you on your way. No, even without intrinsic connection to the world’s soul that the… lady Celestine possesses, I can tell that something that transcends all of us has just taken place. Nonetheless, I also know better than to not recognize role you had played.”

The queen falls silent for a moment, and her golden eyes shift for a brief moment onto Chloe who seemed to have gotten her blushing under control and was now wearing a carefully neutral expression.

“Chloe, my shadow.”

The half elf drops on her knee out of reflex at being addressed, finding shelter in the familiar dynamic. “My queen…”

“Rise up.” Olga would have none of it this time, it seemed. “In recognition of your role in this quest, I bestow upon you freedom and release you from my service and from all oaths and vows.”

Chloe blinks once, then again, and colour drains from her face to the point where you could have almost mistaken her for a peculiarly coloured regular elf. “W-what? My… my queen? Have- have I offended you?” She asked, humidity gathering in corners of her eyes.

“Not at all, my dear.” The queen says, grimacing slightly with what you interpret as a hint of guilt. “I am now at precious liberty that I could never afford before to tell you that you were never just a retainer to me. I held you as a daughter I knew I’d never be able to raise, or a younger sister. It is for that reason that I want you to be able to find your happiness freely without being bound by your duties in capacity of my retainer.”

Emotions swirled and clashed on Chloe’s face, a spectacle you never expected to see, and so dramatically that you were a bit worried she might faint.

Once again though the half elven champion proves her mental fortitude as she steadies herself, her features settling into the neutral dutiful expression you’ve come to associate with her.

“I… thank you, my queen?” She says uncertainly. “You know that my loyalty to you goes beyond any oath or service.”

“I’m pleased to hear that. Nevertheless, I did not want your sense of duty to keep you from following your heart.”

Chloe blinks, as if she’d realized something for the first time, and the blush returns.

Whether it was to spare her from whatever response she may have come up with the dark queen turns back to you. “My boon for you is much the same. You are free, my champion, to pursue whichever path you deem most appropriate. However, in the light of your role in changing the world itself at my behest, I’d much appreciate it if your steps took you to my domain where you could assist me in making most of the pathways of fate you’ve helped open.”

As haughtily as Olga seemed to have delivered her request, you thought you understood what she was after. By releasing you from her service in this manner she was hoping to give you some sort of recognition while requesting you to put it to use for benefit of her realm.

Although you couldn’t tell whether the gesture would have a pronounced effect on the audience, which currently consisted of your own companions and the penitent mercenaries – you were unsure if Vult and Maia were paying attention to anything but each other right now – you were rather sure that she needn’t have bothered. As appreciative as you were of the relations you’ve built with your human friends, you had little intention of going anywhere else but back to the dark citadel…

…after all, you had little doubt that that’s where Chloe would want to go. And you felt certain now, that your mission concluded, you would make your next goal to be that of a smile of a particular person. And that person was Chloe.

“Thank you for your boon, lady Olga.” You said, accepting what she was offering. Even then, you felt your eyes slide sideways, where the half-elven champion was still figuring out where the events were going. “I’ll make the most of it, I promise.”

Your eyes meet. She blinks. You feel your heart skip a beat at her expression, even though in this case it’s not a smile, or an outspoken longing, no. Right now it’s just a look into eyes of someone sorting her feelings, earnestly, sincerely, without deception or subterfuge.

She blinks again and the moment passes. She recovers once more her neutral expression. But a flicker of light you captured in that precious moment, you would hold onto that.

For now, though, the time was advancing, and there were many more around who were still looking to adapt to the change of the world. Some of them, you realize with a renewed sense of urgency, possibly bound or wounded.

“Ahem.” You clear your throat and begin to speak. “Thank you all, my companions and friends, for helping me make it to this point. I think… I think each of us has felt it. The world is different now that it was before. No longer are we bound by the cruel will of the Beast’s corruption – we are free to choose a different path.” You make a pause, searching for the words yourself, but are reminded you’ve already lost enough time. “…and we can embark that right now, by going down there to help those who feel sudden loss and confusion, and especially those who just found a new hope.” You finish and gesture towards the stairs down.

The quest may have concluded, but as long as the universe itself went on, there would always be work to be done.

There’s no cheering, just a variety of acknowledging nods. You figure there may have been some cheering back when you were out of it. Perhaps even when you woke up and was looked back at Chloe as she was viewing you with concern. But it was just as well. There would be time to celebrate later, you figure. You would still have to escort all these people to the human lands, you figure lady Celestine would want to have a celebration… and from there there was still ways to go to the dark citadel. Your home.

Or was it?

Your gaze wanders to Chloe as you descend from the ruined temple of the defeated evil. Chloe catches your gaze… and smiles.

Rest of the day passes by in a haze. You remember the smiles – they all warm your heart, be they smiles of the unchained slaves, your companions jubilant at the triumph you shared, or even those among the mercenaries who have chosen repentance over trying to slink away into the dark. But among them all, even next to radiant cheer offered by Sparky as he flies around the ruins, healing wounded and cheering up the confused, the most special to you belongs to a particular half-elven knight.

As the night falls and the exhaustion comes together with Tithe’s announcements that all people remaining in the ruins of Atlassia have been accounted for, you retire to the section of the newly reformed camp dedicated to your companions. Next day you would, if possible, conclude organizing the group and embark on the journey back to the civilization, hopefully to meet rest of your friends again… and to face your future.

Your future…

What would be your future? It was only yours to decide now. It was impossible to grasp all the possibilities now open before you. Still, some felt more natural than others. And even then, there’s only a select few of them you cared to ponder as your thoughts veered invariably towards one particular individual.

“Chloe…” You speak basically unconsciously, the name a hymn of victory on your lips.

“Hm?” Comes the response, startling you.

You blink and focus your eyes, having expected to already be dreaming. Perhaps you were. It was rather pleasant as dreams went, the lithe elf standing in a pose that was both relaxed and confident before you, her caramel coloured skin glistening in the light of stars, moon and campfires, crimson orbs of her eyes looking at you expectantly.

“I just like the sound of your name.” You say.

She frowns a little in confusion.

“Do you think this is time to be fooling around?” She asks. “I guess, it’s not like you have something urgent to do…”

“I have the most urgent thing of them all, Chloe.” You can’t stop yourself. Is it some sort of madness? You never talked to her like that. What if that voice you heard was just an illusion? Just a figment of your wishful thinking? But it was stronger than your sense. “I have you. I love you, Chloe.” You reach out for her hand.

“T-t-that again?” She jumps back. “T-that’s not funny, Mouse! In fact it’s downright cruel! Just because… just because… because I came to trust you…” She backs again and a fear grips your heart. You know what she’s been through, or at least have an idea. Have you been too direct? Have you struck her wound? If she would turn and flee now you would not see her again unless she willed it.

The notion of not seeing her again, her eyes or her smile, filled you with terror you don’t remember knowing.

“Chloe…” For this rare moment, words fail you. “Forgive me.” You muster eventually, the elf still watching you in wary confusion. “I’d never tease you in this way.” You say. “I’m serious. I’ve realized that there is nothing and no one in this world, past, present or future, that I treasure more than you.”

You fall silent and look her in eyes, hoping that your sincerity is enough to bypass or penetrate and mental shields she may have brought up, or the scar tissue on her wounded heart.

“…” She looks back at you, and for a while that feels like an eternity you agonize over the possibility you’ve made some irreversible mistake. How farcical would it be to have participated in saving the world, only to in the next moment fumble and lose what is most precious within it?

You almost consider turning to goddess. [i]Nu-uh, this is between you and her. Making her change her mind would go against my role here.[/i]

That’s not what you’d want anyway.

[i]I could plant a stray root in her way if she decided to run, though.[/i] Comes a mischievous addendum. [i]But I don’t think you need to worry that much. What you felt from her was true. She only needs to figure it for herself… and you to be there for her.[/i]

That you can do. That you will do. As much, as far, as long as it takes.

Luckily, it doesn’t take that much.

“…you’re serious?” Chloe asks. “You… really mean it?”

“I do.” You answer with no room for doubt or hesitation.

“Among all those looking up to you… you’d want me? Even knowing… knowing…” She falters.

“I do. I love you.” You repeat. “There is nobody else I’d want in my life more than you.” You say. “The idea that you’d take what I said as a cruel joke that would make you leave… it filled me with fear I had not felt… in a long time, if ever.”

Chloe’s expression, still vulnerable and wary, softens, and you feel your heart soar as she pronounces your name.

“…Mouse…”

This time you don’t reach for her, but you do raise your hands towards her, palms up.

She takes a step… and then…

She [i]leaps[/i] at you, force of impact surprising you and knocking you over on your back.

“Mouse!”

She presses herself against you and embraces you with strength that surprises you even knowing how much energy her slim frame must hold to pull off the manoeuvres you know she is capable of. “I… I… I’m not sure if… if I can believe in…” She tries to say something, but she breaks down sobbing every time she tries.

You don’t mind. Sensation of her heart beating next to yours is enough to tell what she feels. You reciprocate her embrace, and the two of you share the moment until the sleep takes you both.

You sleep easily, and dreamlessly, that night. Or perhaps that is not entirely accurate. In truth, you may have begun living the dream that night.

When you awoke, the comforting weight of the cuddly half elf was gone. Before you could panic, though, you spotted her next to you, sitting cross legged, facing away from you, taking up some of the light entering your tent through an open flap. You began to pick yourself up, and the noise prompted her to turn around.

“Good morning, Mouse.” She said, and in the movement, aside from a good view of her silhouette framed by the morning light, you spotted what she has been occupied with.

It was the book.

You felt your expression droop at the recognition.

“Hm? Oh.” Chloe’s expression grew more solemn as she saw your reaction. “You don’t need to worry. I’ve had some time to… process.”

Oddly enough, you have no problem believe her as she speaks. Somehow you can tell that her current serenity is not a mask. She looked genuinely at peace. She closed the book and put it away.

“I’ve been thinking.” She explains, her crimson gaze meeting yours. “I’m up for some time you know. Elves don’t need to sleep that much.”

You were unsure how to proceed. One question surfaced, though, and you couldn’t bring yourself not to ask it.

“You were reading that book…”

“Of course. That’s why I brought it with me.” She said. Then, seeing that you’re not satisfied with that reply but are unsure how to probe further, she goes on. “I feel differently about it that I did previously.”

“What changed? You wanted to track down the monsters writing it.”

“I still do. But…” She makes a pause, not out of hesitation, but rather as she was looking for words to describe the shift. “At first, I wanted to track them down just to inflict painful death on each of them.”

“And…?” You ask. “You no longer…”

“Oh, I still want to see them pay. And grovel.” She says, and some edge returns to her voice. “But… I’m no longer sure I’m going to slaughter all of them… if they grovel sincerely enough.”

You blink in surprise.

“What brought that on?”

“Traveling with you.” She gives you a weak smile. “But what stands out… when that woman, Hilde, offered her forgiveness. That moment stuck with me for a while… and now, I’ve been thinking…” She trails off.

“What did you come up with?”

“I… I think I was wrong.”

“In what?”

“In everything that mattered. Well, not everything. My feelings for her majesty are true. And…” She takes in a breath. “My love for you.”

For a moment you’re unsure if you heard right.

“Chloe…” You say softly. Then you frown. “Then, what…?”

“Love, forgiveness, regret… I didn’t think I could bring myself to believe that such things truly existed. I had convinced myself that it was just a lie perpetuated by the hypocritical humans. Followers of the goddess…” She falls silent. “Even when seeing an evidence to the contrary, I felt sure it was a fluke. But I think… I was wrong. And… I’m glad that you helped me realize that. That… you waited for me to realize that. I think… I’m ready to accept it. And to name it. Mouse. My love.”

“Chloe…”

She approached you again. More slowly, now. With deliberation. This time, the embrace was something you initiated simultaneously.

This time, your lips met as well.

And by the time they parted, neither of you had doubts that whatever mysteries new or old would surface in this changed world, you would be facing them together.

~ And they, too, lived happily ever after. ~
~ The end. ~

>>6118757
Knight errant route, eh? A worthy conclusion to our saga either way.

>>6118758
thanks, OP

>>6118796
Olga and Chloe do return to the dark citadel in that timeline, Olga didn't banish them - she just released Chloe to ensure she doesn't feel conflicted about being with Mouse, and Mouse to afford him marginally better position in his dealing with humans. Essentially she's showing she trusts both of them without having them tied with vows.

>>6118803
Last time I checked a knight-errant isn't normally a banished one? The point still stands though. A high degree of freedom with our sister-by-choice, plus the best combat synergy we can get as a frontliner.