Zariel
رئيس الملائكة
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Irelia Sonan
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— The Dawnbringer —
The sound of gentle waves lapping against the shore served to appease the senses; Irelia controlled her breathing to match the swash from the breaking wave. As she basked in the sun that cast down its vehement glow, she leisurely massaged her toes through the soft grains beneath her, creating furrows in the sand. Trapped in a bizarre quandary, the Dawnbringer could do little but spare a fraction of her day reflecting on the past half-dozen months.
For many days on end, the amalgamate group of Iris and Harbingers gleaned to learn about their remote prison, aching to find a way out. They endeavoured countless times, each scheme unique from its predecessor, the group even putting aside their differences at long last to work together, but to no avail. Their situation was looking bleak, with hopes of escape waning amidst the prisoners. It was clear that their efforts alone were insufficient and that they needed a merciful token of serendipity.
Still, it was ludicrous how once sworn enemies had come together under an umbrella of their shared plight and formed unifying bonds and relations. Irelia herself included. As inconceivable as it may sound if told a year prior, the swordmaiden developed an unlikely connection with the First Harbinger over the recent months they spent together. The latter was born in Jianki and possessed exceptional skill wielding a blade, just like Irelia. Despite being raised in juxtaposed environments, they were two sides of the same coin, whose intertwined fates had been corded through a nexus of events. Though Irelia did not realise it at first, she was in need of some congenial company since she left the Oeki and Jianki behind. Moreover, both Hassan and Irelia lost their leaders - and close friends - who vanished without a trace in Anthem.
Needless to say, Irelia has endured losing many that are dear to her ever since the Fourth Daemon War began, and it pushed her to the brink. But after being imprisoned with Hassan, she unexpectedly found someone to confide her reticent emotions. There was finally someone that could understand her frustrations and relate to her in a way others couldn't. She finally had a shoulder to cry on, a place for her to release pent up tears.
She will never forget the time she was allowed to shed inordinate tears in the solace of the First Harbinger's arms, sheltered in the cool shade of a palm tree, under the moonlight.
That memory will remain etched in her mind till the day she breathes her last.
Now here she was by the sea, sitting back to back with that very man. They were resting, the aftermath of a gruelling training session. By her side lay a wooden branch—a makeshift sword about the span of a militia tachi. Far from ideal, but it had to do. Irelia, and the rest of them, had been robbed of their powers after they were shackled with suppressive cuffs. Thus, she could not call upon her legendary katana.
Irelia glanced over her shoulder, pursing her lips, before looking back down at the sand, her elbows resting on her knees.
"That was good practise. Your kata is flawless, Hassan," she complimented, breaking the silence between them.
After some time, the swordmaiden reached behind her, finding Hassan's hands and interlocking their fingers. She felt inexplicable comfort as their skin touched, and she was ready to disclose something that'd been on her mind as of late.
"You know, recently I've been considering travelling back to Jianki... that is if we ever make it out of here," said Irelia. "A few months back, I wasn't so sure. But since being stuck here, I've had some time to think. I would very much like to meet the new wielder of Tsukuyomi. It's been so long since that blade has chosen a wielder it'd be a shame if I never get to meet her. It would be the perfect opportunity to reunite with the rest of my sisters after so many years. And also..." she paused, red cheeks a sign of her embarrassment. "How do I say this? ... I think... I want to start my own family, back in the place I was born and raised."
The usually composed woman's face was now bright red and hot. She felt the sudden urge to bury her face in the sand to conceal it. But she didn't. She was just thankful that she didn't have to face Hassan directly. Hopefully, this warm tingly sensation would soon disappear.
In a panic, Irelia quickly devised a way to change the topic. She spotted some of the others a distance away, sitting by a rockpool. There were also others scattered across various other parts of the beach.
"Although this is a beach, everyone's mood seems to be dwindling. Why don't we try to find a way to alleviate the rest and maybe blow off some steam. In my time on Dragonsreach, I read about an activity called 'beach volleyball' in a holiday brochure. What do you think we and the others play a game or two? It sounds like it could be fun."
For many days on end, the amalgamate group of Iris and Harbingers gleaned to learn about their remote prison, aching to find a way out. They endeavoured countless times, each scheme unique from its predecessor, the group even putting aside their differences at long last to work together, but to no avail. Their situation was looking bleak, with hopes of escape waning amidst the prisoners. It was clear that their efforts alone were insufficient and that they needed a merciful token of serendipity.
Still, it was ludicrous how once sworn enemies had come together under an umbrella of their shared plight and formed unifying bonds and relations. Irelia herself included. As inconceivable as it may sound if told a year prior, the swordmaiden developed an unlikely connection with the First Harbinger over the recent months they spent together. The latter was born in Jianki and possessed exceptional skill wielding a blade, just like Irelia. Despite being raised in juxtaposed environments, they were two sides of the same coin, whose intertwined fates had been corded through a nexus of events. Though Irelia did not realise it at first, she was in need of some congenial company since she left the Oeki and Jianki behind. Moreover, both Hassan and Irelia lost their leaders - and close friends - who vanished without a trace in Anthem.
Needless to say, Irelia has endured losing many that are dear to her ever since the Fourth Daemon War began, and it pushed her to the brink. But after being imprisoned with Hassan, she unexpectedly found someone to confide her reticent emotions. There was finally someone that could understand her frustrations and relate to her in a way others couldn't. She finally had a shoulder to cry on, a place for her to release pent up tears.
She will never forget the time she was allowed to shed inordinate tears in the solace of the First Harbinger's arms, sheltered in the cool shade of a palm tree, under the moonlight.
That memory will remain etched in her mind till the day she breathes her last.
Now here she was by the sea, sitting back to back with that very man. They were resting, the aftermath of a gruelling training session. By her side lay a wooden branch—a makeshift sword about the span of a militia tachi. Far from ideal, but it had to do. Irelia, and the rest of them, had been robbed of their powers after they were shackled with suppressive cuffs. Thus, she could not call upon her legendary katana.
Irelia glanced over her shoulder, pursing her lips, before looking back down at the sand, her elbows resting on her knees.
"That was good practise. Your kata is flawless, Hassan," she complimented, breaking the silence between them.
After some time, the swordmaiden reached behind her, finding Hassan's hands and interlocking their fingers. She felt inexplicable comfort as their skin touched, and she was ready to disclose something that'd been on her mind as of late.
"You know, recently I've been considering travelling back to Jianki... that is if we ever make it out of here," said Irelia. "A few months back, I wasn't so sure. But since being stuck here, I've had some time to think. I would very much like to meet the new wielder of Tsukuyomi. It's been so long since that blade has chosen a wielder it'd be a shame if I never get to meet her. It would be the perfect opportunity to reunite with the rest of my sisters after so many years. And also..." she paused, red cheeks a sign of her embarrassment. "How do I say this? ... I think... I want to start my own family, back in the place I was born and raised."
The usually composed woman's face was now bright red and hot. She felt the sudden urge to bury her face in the sand to conceal it. But she didn't. She was just thankful that she didn't have to face Hassan directly. Hopefully, this warm tingly sensation would soon disappear.
In a panic, Irelia quickly devised a way to change the topic. She spotted some of the others a distance away, sitting by a rockpool. There were also others scattered across various other parts of the beach.
"Although this is a beach, everyone's mood seems to be dwindling. Why don't we try to find a way to alleviate the rest and maybe blow off some steam. In my time on Dragonsreach, I read about an activity called 'beach volleyball' in a holiday brochure. What do you think we and the others play a game or two? It sounds like it could be fun."