#v; a world darkened (cycle 1 ; during ff1)

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"this is the part where you leave." ( falsestalwart / garland )

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"no."

sarah had dreams of times long past, of cycles once lived, of rejections given again and again. they were all just dreams. there was no way that they were all real, but even so there was a feeling in the pit of her stomach and a pang in her heart that knew those lives had been very real and all the people she had met where long since gone. whether or not they suffered through dreams like her, she didn't know, but what she did know what that many times had she suffered at the hands of garland and many times had he suffered by her own. and in somewhere in all of that, sarah had wondered if he kidnapped her to have a companion. if he no longer wished to repeat his fate and the cycles in agony all by himself.

this time was different, too, as she knew that just telling him 'no' would lead to something different - or so she had hoped. it was such a tragic tale - to want your beloved's hand in marriage and to suffer the fate of falling to darkness again and again and again. if only she had known then that he had loved her. if only then she had known it had not be arranged prior. if only she had been more kind to him. it was as if someone or something out there was laughing at what was to become of them.

a soft breeze had blown through the temple and with it, a stir of musty, dank air. how long had it been since anyone had even been in this temple? perhaps eons. there was no way to know for sure. her feelings for him were deep, bottomless, insatiable. she longed to be with him, it was true, and wondered if it would be so bad to remain here by his side. she has a feeling she'd done this once before, but like all the times before it had ended in tragedy.

pressing a hand to her breast, the beat of her heart was fast, anxious, and the oppressive air choked her. she hated this place - it was cold and aside from what little shone through the cracks there was no light here. the glow of the black crystal lit up the room they were in and it reflected off his armor in fragments. she longed to reach out for him, to take his hand, but all she could manage to do was to try and hold herself together and she felt the hot tears slip down her once, rosy cheeks in streams. why had it all happened the way that it had? why had it happened at all?

"n-no," she says again, choking out the word. "i… i wish to remain here. with you. i want to help you in your time of need." her hand falls to her side and she continues, "whatever way i can be of… service, please allow me to be of assistance."

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"i already made my decision, you're not going to change that." ( falsestalwart / garland )

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"even so…" with her hands clenched tightly in front of her, sarah turns her gaze from garland's eyes and stares at the cobblestones beneath their feet. though he was her knight, he was being sent away again at her father's orders - to do some duty that the others could not do. it must be grisly work indeed if her father kept sending garland out and garland alone to do these sorts of tasks and whenever he returned… well, sarah never knew until the morning after. like they were protecting her from seeing the state her precious knight was in whenever he returned home.

this time she had heard the orders were to slay some kind of ferocious beast that none had seen before around the kingdom and a sense of dread fills her to her bones. garland was the strongest warrior in all the land and she didn't doubt that he would return safely (to her), but still she worried.

turning her oceanic blue hues up to face him once more she says, "i understand, but please… pray return to me hale and hearty. i would hate for anything to happen to you." taking his gauntleted hands into her own, she squeezes with all her might. she knew that the maids in the castle must be getting all kinds of things to gossip about, but she didn't really care. for just this briefest of moments, it was just a moment shared between the two of them in the castle halls and what she wouldn't give to have him remain at her side - perhaps, selfishly, to herself.

"will you promise me that, my…knight?" she liked the way that sounded on her tongue and how it had rolled off of it with ease. he was her's and her's alone and though they were bound by station and rank, she hoped that through her actions, her words, or nay perhaps other means that he would know her feelings for him. a knight and her princess. oh, how it could never be, but still she hoped it could be - could be like the couples she often read about and their happily ever afters.

"just know that i will be waiting for you, here in the castle, and that i will welcome you with open arms." please think of me, too, while you are away on dangers untold…

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“It seems to me everything’s going perfectly for you.”

THE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO (BOOK) SENTENCE STARTER  ↳ @magitekelite

The click-clack of her silver pumps on the cobblestone was muffled by the daily going-ons of cornelia castle town. murmurs ran through the city of dreams of the next crystal the warriors of light must have restored. this time it was the water crystal which meant many prosperous tidings for the kingdom. their seaside port would once again see regular traffic and her father had ordered it restored shortly after the first crystal had been restored. increased security was a must and they saw more and more soldiers coming to and from the castle to the port and back. it was to, hopefully, prevent any pirate activity but to also ensure that the renewed trade routes on land were properly patrolled and secured. it was a joyous time for her kingdom and her people.

while she had enjoyed many a quiet time in the past few days, the sudden change was all so exciting and she couldn't help but to look forward to what the future would bring. all ready they could begin to notice the difference. the once dull elements were now regaining their natural intensity - the fires were warmer and stronger and the earth was capable of once more cultivating and growing strong flora and fauna. the crash of waves in the distance brought her attention back to the present.

it was true. what her blonde haired companion said was true. everything did seem to be going rather perfectly for the crown princess of cornelia. even her mother (who had been prescribed bedrest by the kingdom's head physician since that incident) was looking much better. the usual radiance her mother always seemed to carry with her reflected in all of her features once more. her viridescent hair seemed to sparkle against the bright day sky, the red of her royal attire no longer seemed to wash her out, but brought out the blush in her cheeks, the twinkle of her eyes.

of course they all had the warriors of light to thank for such things. without them perhaps none of this great and wonderful change would be happening - happening all over the world she just knew in her heart.

shielding her soft blue hues from the ever brilliant and dazzling sunlight (that only seemed to grow more radiant as each day passed by), she looked up at the sky above. at one point in time she had looked up at this same sky many a time with a certain someone and she wondered if he would also be as elated about the changes to the world as the people of cornelia were, as she was. that was the only dark spot in this otherwise perfectly perfect life.

turning back to her companion, she gives the other a gentle smile though she wonders if the clouds in the sky remain in her eyes as she thought she heard the voice of another call out from the distance. just a phantom, a memory from another time. "yes, i suppose things seem that way, but truthfully-" no, it wouldn't due to linger on the past. the world was changing and she must do her best to keep up. "-my apologies. my thoughts were with someone with whom i would have very much liked to spend these joyous times with. it is a shame that he is no longer here but times change and perhaps after everything, in these future times of peace, he is no longer needed."

she sighs. "so while i would agree that things are going rather perfectly for most everyone, for me, there are people i wish were here beside me to witness these great changes for things to truly be perfect."

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protect possessive * and * hostage wHO SAID IT COULDN'T BE ALL THREE ( falsestalwart / garland )

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protect.

a leisurely stroll through the forest had gone from uneventful to… well, rather eventful when a group of goblins led by a much larger one assaulted their little expedition group. she stills think of that time even now. she hadn't been much help in the way of the fight and had, she felt, been more of a nuisance than anything with the soldiers bellowing out to protect the princess.

the captain of the guard had shouted for her to take cover - behind a tree, a stump, or anything at all that she could find that would shield her from the goblins. she did as she had been told - or tried to when their leader had sprang forth from the shadows and had lunged forward with its knife. blood the colour of scarlet ran down her arm from the wound she had received and she had let out an 'oh!' after she had screamed from the shock of the enemy appearing out of thin air. a loud crash could both be heard and felt and before she could even turn to see who it had been, a gauntleted hand the colour of silver moonlight pulls her to his side.

it was garland come to save the day. he hold her fiercely by his side to protect her from the oncoming onslaught of demonic creatures and it wasn't too long after that they had all managed to fall - by his hands and the guards.

her heart beat widely against her chest as her thoughts scrambled for some kind of semblance of normality. the other guards weren't so bold to take their princess the way garland had and even it brings shades of crimson to her cheeks when she remembers how good it felt to be by his side like that. but, no. she mustn't think like that. she was a princess, and he a knight. it was never to be anything more than a crush.

possessive. & hostage.

she had rejected him like she had all the other times before, but why did this time hurt so much? because he clung to her so? it was frightening to watch him turn from a once noble man to one that seemed to hold sway over the darkness. she had assumed his proposal had been one arranged by her parents like so many others. would she never marry for love? or would she grow to be an old spinster and die alone like she had read had happened to other ladies in the past or in fantasies? if she had known (well she did, in fact, know, but she was forever doomed to repeat her past mistakes) the consequences of one tiny rejection, she would've accepted his hand in marriage gladly albeit a tiny bit afraid, too. she did cherish him so and clearly he must feel the same with how upsetting it was to be rejected by her.

even just asking him what had gone wrong had fallen onto deaf ears. her protests were ignored too when he scooped her up and took her lute with him. it didn't matter how many times she told him to let her go. it didn't matter how many times she struggled. he held onto her ever so tightly like she was his and his alone. she wished she had been unconscious though the second the screams of her father's men met her ears and the splatter of their blood coloured the gray stone floors of the castle and her yellow dress. those sights and sounds would haunt her for the rest of her days, and even as he cut down all her father's men, even as she listened to the screams of anguish and their words of confusion, he held onto her so tightly like he wouldn't even let her go if he died right here and now.

"i'll marry you, garland! i'll marry you if that's what you truly want! just stop all this madness!" her voice breaks as tears fall from her eyes. "p-please just stop! stop all of this…" but he continued and he took her to the chaos shrine north of the kingdom. after all she was his princess. she was his and his alone. and there she would remain at the chaos shrine for days upon days until the warriors of light would come to rescue her and cut down garland, to take from him his princess and return his hostage to her home.

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