- F-H Warlady -
- Weapon Type: Spear -
The world is gentle moonlight beneath a starry sky. There lies the end of a long journey — the final stop on a distant road.
She thinks back to how the ground felt beneath her feet. The scent of the wind that caressed her cheeks. The sights upon the back of her eyelids.
The girl's final wish has been granted, and as she slips into eternal sleep with a smile, the same flowers from that day bloom within the brilliant white crystal.
"Allow me to say this on her behalf: I am home."
When I was small, I loved the flowers planted beside our hut. I'd smile at them, and Mom and Dad would be charmed by how much energy I had despite my frailty. But then I had to leave home for treatment.
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There were no flowers in the research facility, but Mom wrote letters, and Dad was always by my side. Eventually Mom stopped writing, and Dad got more haggard. I lost my life. Became a new "me." Time dragged on.
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I lost my memory, my parents, and a normal life. In exchange, I got the hearty body of a weapon and many younger sisters who saved me from loneliness. But the day I got my memory back, it all shattered.
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Yet my sisters are why I stand here now. Flowers bloom wildly around me — the same ones I once saw and heard of in letters. Whenever I see that hut made of white crystal, a smile comes to me and I say, "Thank you. I'm home."
