[Having left Catria at the entrance, Wren is just far enough into the forest to be fully engulfed in the distorted mists when she encounters a blue-haired young woman wearing a grim expression. She actually smiles at the sight, eagerly approaching her, but that happiness is short-lived, for she is quickly met with a sword being pointed straight at her.]
Lucina, what are you—?
[The young Lord scowls, taking a step forward.]
I know what Father said. I know that he may never forgive me... But the entire world hangs in the balance! For everyone's sake, I can't afford to take such risks. I know what what must be done.
[Wren recoils, her eyes widening.]
What?! Why now? Lucina, please, we're not even—
[She's unable to finish her appeal, as Lucina swiftly lunges at her, Falchion in hand. This is utterly unexpected, and so Wren lets out a startled yell, stumbling back on reflex. However, the movement is too clumsy to dodge anything, and the attack strikes true—
only for her terror to turn to confusion as suddenly as upon waking from a nightmare when the blade passes right through her, leaving nothing but a damp chill on her body.]
15th – Fall's Heart
[The first time Wren sees a flash of blond hair among the autumnal trees, she thinks nothing of it. There are a good number of people from the station that could belong to, after all. As the figure substantiates itself, however, she recognizes that it clearly isn't any of them, and once she gets a proper look at the person... well, for a second, she feels like her heart's stopped. In that very moment, all logic vacates the premises of her mind. Never mind that this is most likely just another living dream, there's a chance that it's not, it's entirely possible that she was brought here, that she was spared the consequences of their greatest error—]
Emmeryn?
[She, of course, gets no response as the nigh-angelic woman turns her back and begins walking calmly away.]
Emmeryn! Please, don't... Wait!
[Her pleas once again fall on deaf ears, so without really thinking she pursues. Before long, she's sprinting as quickly as her legs will allow. Emmeryn, for her part, moves with every bit of the serenity and grace she displayed right until the very end, yet no matter how fast Wren runs, the distance between them does not close. She continues to call out desperately, but to no avail; eventually, her voice begins to fail her, and she is unable to force herself onward any longer. Breathing raggedly, her chest burning, she falls to her knees. With the apparition fading into the distance, she barely manages to choke out two quiet words.]
I'm sorry...
16th – Roots of the Infinity Tree (cw: murder, electrocution)
[You find yourself in a sprawling structure, built from sandy bricks and unquestionably ancient. A short series of winding halls lead to a vast room, with pillars reaching beyond sight into a dark space that presumably has a ceiling somewhere. But the architecture is hardly the most attention-catching thing here...
The ground is littered with corpses. A young woman with blond hair in pigtails, stabbed repeatedly through the chest. A green-haired lady with pointed ears, covered in burns. Two youths, a boy and a girl, that could well be identical twins were it not for their sexes and their vastly different hair colors of blue and green, both still convulsing with electricity.
At the center of it all stands Wren. Lying at her feet is the body of an interestingly dressed blue-haired man, along with one that you may well recognize as that of her twin brother. Gripping her Thoron tome tightly in one hand, while the other, empty one is spread open, she stares down at it — or is it at them? — with dead eyes as a rasping, malevolent laugh echoes throughout the great hall.]
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[Having left Catria at the entrance, Wren is just far enough into the forest to be fully engulfed in the distorted mists when she encounters a blue-haired young woman wearing a grim expression. She actually smiles at the sight, eagerly approaching her, but that happiness is short-lived, for she is quickly met with a sword being pointed straight at her.]
Lucina, what are you—?
[The young Lord scowls, taking a step forward.]
I know what Father said. I know that he may never forgive me... But the entire world hangs in the balance! For everyone's sake, I can't afford to take such risks. I know what what must be done.
[Wren recoils, her eyes widening.]
What?! Why now? Lucina, please, we're not even—
[She's unable to finish her appeal, as Lucina swiftly lunges at her, Falchion in hand. This is utterly unexpected, and so Wren lets out a startled yell, stumbling back on reflex. However, the movement is too clumsy to dodge anything, and the attack strikes true—
only for her terror to turn to confusion as suddenly as upon waking from a nightmare when the blade passes right through her, leaving nothing but a damp chill on her body.]
15th – Fall's Heart
[The first time Wren sees a flash of blond hair among the autumnal trees, she thinks nothing of it. There are a good number of people from the station that could belong to, after all. As the figure substantiates itself, however, she recognizes that it clearly isn't any of them, and once she gets a proper look at the person... well, for a second, she feels like her heart's stopped. In that very moment, all logic vacates the premises of her mind. Never mind that this is most likely just another living dream, there's a chance that it's not, it's entirely possible that she was brought here, that she was spared the consequences of their greatest error—]
Emmeryn?
[She, of course, gets no response as the nigh-angelic woman turns her back and begins walking calmly away.]
Emmeryn! Please, don't... Wait!
[Her pleas once again fall on deaf ears, so without really thinking she pursues. Before long, she's sprinting as quickly as her legs will allow. Emmeryn, for her part, moves with every bit of the serenity and grace she displayed right until the very end, yet no matter how fast Wren runs, the distance between them does not close. She continues to call out desperately, but to no avail; eventually, her voice begins to fail her, and she is unable to force herself onward any longer. Breathing raggedly, her chest burning, she falls to her knees. With the apparition fading into the distance, she barely manages to choke out two quiet words.]
I'm sorry...
16th – Roots of the Infinity Tree (cw: murder, electrocution)
[You find yourself in a sprawling structure, built from sandy bricks and unquestionably ancient. A short series of winding halls lead to a vast room, with pillars reaching beyond sight into a dark space that presumably has a ceiling somewhere. But the architecture is hardly the most attention-catching thing here...
The ground is littered with corpses. A young woman with blond hair in pigtails, stabbed repeatedly through the chest. A green-haired lady with pointed ears, covered in burns. Two youths, a boy and a girl, that could well be identical twins were it not for their sexes and their vastly different hair colors of blue and green, both still convulsing with electricity.
At the center of it all stands Wren. Lying at her feet is the body of an interestingly dressed blue-haired man, along with one that you may well recognize as that of her twin brother. Gripping her Thoron tome tightly in one hand, while the other, empty one is spread open, she stares down at it — or is it at them? — with dead eyes as a rasping, malevolent laugh echoes throughout the great hall.]