#Escarlin I guess

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NNT SPOILERS

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Notes:

This is what I have written of the prologue for a Nanatsu fanfic - which I will upload soon, I hope - with which I won the local literature contest, although I will possibly modify it to be a little experiment with a new format of "" novel "". I'm still writing the first episode, but it's already pretty fun to write. It's my fix-it fanfic and I choose what gives me comfort lmfao. :)

It's not on it's fully potential tho' but anyway I was... well,,, I just want it to....probably I'll delete later lol.

Enjoy, ¿I guess?

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At first, she didn't notice them. Not until the consequences were very striking. She had to help Arthur as her ward, she had consumed too much effort toward this experiment to fail now. That had kept her entertained, although that beautiful ending of hers would soon change. Arthur was adjusting well to the ruling, she expected no less from her tutelage. He was noble and honourable, although he was still somewhat innocent a quality that almost disappeared during the holy war. There wasn't a lot of things she valued, but that was one of the things she still allowed herself to look longingly at, still, her decision was already made. She had chosen Arthur, for so long, throughout the war... That was her purpose, that was what filled her. The prophecy of that King able to unite and rule Britannia. She did what she had to do and she didn't regret doing it. She didn't.

Her hand came to rest on her face. She didn't regret the people she had left out. And so she chose Arthur. "The memorial would be soon", she thought as she ran her fingers across her jaw. She wondered if someone would come. Definitely none of the deadly sins, not after that outcome. So this time she would likely go alone, as she had been all her life. Not that one-off company, the seven deadly sins, not the one who always knew how to see right through her. Escanor. It was ironic, every time she saw her marks she felt a warmness expand through her body, comforting her haunting guilt. She didn't remember the exact words he said to her in his last moments, but there was always the same disturbing feeling in the memory. Useless. She couldn't remember if she had ever felt that way. There were always firsts times, she supposed, even for a person who had lived 3000 years. Sometimes things that make the least sense can be the answer. In this case, the answer to why her triumph had been so unsatisfactory. Normally when she had filled her curiosity a shot of pleasure ran through her veins. The pleasure of knowing. It was her only addiction, her way of living. Since she was little, following the example of her distant father. Until she met Meliodas. Some might believe that she didn't have a heart however it was not true, her pulse was as alive as the blood that ran through her veins. Although of course, the metaphorical one... The right person but at the wrong time, too late. Isn't it ironic? But it was over now, Isn't it?

Her gaze fell on the book. King and Diane had thought that she was the one who should have it, in the end, all those poems were for a single owner: her. After his words, both of their words. She could afford these thoughts, it was his day after all.

She wondered how many would come, of course, there would be at least 3 of them missing.

She brought her hands to the handkerchief, putting on the piece of cloth. She didn't usually allow people to see her like this. With the passage of days, the absence of him, those burns were something more intimate. Like his poems, this was the first, last and the only poem she dedicated to him. Only to him. She would treat them as such, also she didn't want to waste time with looks from those ignorant who didn't understand their meaning. Few people could.

She closed her eyes. With the actual circumstances, it would be difficult to pass by without being seen. But still, she arrived just before noon, the sun right in the middle of the sky. Rhitta was glistening. Someone - another mystery to her - had planted a couple of flowers around the weapon and its roots were climbing up, clinging to the small nameplate that gave it its meaning to the always still weapon.

- Good morning, Escanor.- She walked, the words weren't something that used to come from her lips in recent days. Not that she had anyone to talk to daily. But she liked to do this thing where humans talked to objects which belonged to dead people out of pity. What a pity that he died. She had wondered many times if that was what she missed: Being heard. ¿What was the missing piece? - It seems we will be alone again.- She lowered the reddish handkerchief feeling the cold air brush against the scars.- You know, everyone is busy. Diane and King protecting their clans... Gowther is visiting the world. It seems that they're beginning to forget you.- Inevitably, she paused.- You know, I'm working on a new poison extracted from the darkness of demons. I'm trying to apply the same method that my spell-orbs. It's not of much use at the moment, but who knows ... maybe Arthur needs something like that.- No, that... didn't feel right. He always liked to listen to her but...

- From what I know he's trying to expand Camelot. I hadn't told you before, but I'm not his direct assistant anymore. After the battle of the clans his trust... At least he lets me live here, not like fairies or giants anyway. I have to say that he has made his exceptions, he has to maintain an image, but perhaps his decision was not the correct one. - Her expression changed, looking away. If there had been someone closer, she wouldn't have said it.- Maybe mine wasn't either. But what matters is that Arthur is safe for the moment. But there is a somewhat disturbing prediction that has recently gained a lot of interest among the knights of the castle. - She brought her hand to his chin, following in the same monotonous tone of voice.- I don't know if I should worry. Arthur is more than capable. Although the figure of the knights of the apocalypse is ... interesting.

More than interesting, it was disturbing. The existence of the deadly sins had shown her how a kingdom could be demolished by a few people. If that prophecy was true and they had enough power, the expansion of Camelot could be compromised. She knew only a few people who could have enough power to deal with the chaos. She didn't want to doubt the new court that Arthur had, but, there was no one in the fairy or giant clan who could stand up to him.

- Of course, the power of chaos is at another level. - She dismissed the issue with a wave of her hand and a smile. - What do you think Escanor? What words do you have in mind? You would take care of me from the afterlife, didn't you say that?. - The surprise lasted a few seconds, she vaguely remembered that phrase.

The words of the silence grew heavier as she waited for an answer: No one. She turned her face back to her neutral state, wasting that smile. There were no laugh marks on her face. Only her tightly clenching jaw expecting a different result from an experiment already completed. Two, three, four times ... It was useless, she didn't find comfort in this silly tradition, it only left her with this devastating feeling. The warmth of the poems was gone. Escanor had disappeared.