Ensoleiller, ⠀⠀⠀ hisirdoux casperan.

#ㅤㅤ𝕮hapter thirty-three. (part one)

ㅤㅤㅤTW !
─── VIOLENCE, BLOOD, VOMIT.
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𝐂𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒-𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾 (𝗉𝗍. 𝖮𝗇𝖾)ㅤㅤㅤ───ㅤㅤㅤ𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿.
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▬▬▬▬▬ㅤ 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐑, she was only a kid when Eriynx had its own and wasn't able to fight alongside her siblings like this. And as her stomach turned and her breaths became short and fearful, she thanked her family for never letting her be in battle━ until now, she supposed, since her family had dragged her to the Killahead bridge.

ㅤㅤㅤThere was blood everywhere ━either from humans or the fae, she didn't know━ and screams of pain or anger echoed in her ears and disoriented her as her eyes struggled to focus on one thing at once.

ㅤㅤㅤShe swung her sword at a human in a sloppy movement and missed them by a lot, which would've made her blush in embarrassment if she wasn't so scared and desperate to get out of there at the moment, besides, she wasn't too sure if she wanted to hurt them in the first place.

ㅤㅤㅤSolaomoni was sure she would feel humiliated after the war ended... or not. Would it even end? Would she even be alive after that?

ㅤㅤㅤThe ginger held in a gasp as a knight walked ━not ran, walked, as if there wasn't a war going all around━ in a straight line toward her. Sword in hand and eyes slowly glowing from behind the helmet, almost as two torches were being lit right in front of her.

ㅤㅤㅤSolaomoni frowned━ she already knew who it was behind that helmet just by their eyes. And with that knowledge, she grew angry at herself━ her future self, that is.

ㅤㅤㅤ"Traitor," the word, spoken in Eriynxit as Solaomoni was most comfortable with, made the knight pause. "I become a traitor in the future. That's it." Solaomoni raised her own sword, pointing it towards her future self.

ㅤㅤㅤ"Not a traitor," her other self mumbled, lacking confidence in her words, "never a traitor. Listen to me━"

ㅤㅤㅤ"Why would I ever?! You abandon your people for them, the people who would leave you behind in a blink if it were beneficial for themselves!" she quickly pointed around herself, not taking her eyes off of Solamon. "You abandon your culture, your name, to dress and eat and live like them! Have you got no shame?!"

ㅤㅤㅤ"I have nothing to be ashamed of! I've abandoned nothing and nobody! I know you can't see it, Solaomoni, but━" the older girl was interrupted by her past self, who swung at her with an enraged scream.

ㅤㅤㅤSolamon evaded easily, blocking the second swing with her own sword.

ㅤㅤㅤ"Your people are being killed! Right here, right now!" Solaomoni pushes harder against her future self's weapon, her angered eyes bringing light to Solamon's hidden face. She hesitates as soon as she sees tears wetting her cheeks.

ㅤㅤㅤ"My people are being used." she struggles to speak, twisting Solaomoni's sword and turning it down with her own, then shoves the fairy back by the chest with her shoulder, making her lose her balance.

ㅤㅤㅤWith that momentum, Solamon holds her past self closely and puts the thumb of her ungloved hand over her forehead.

ㅤㅤㅤThe world around them dissipates for a second. There is Morgana, Eriynx, The Arcane Order, the spell. Everything.