Find It! The Wishes Hidden in Winter #2

Chapter 14: Battlefield of Two Worlds | Act 2

Chevalier pushed away every single punch directed at her by Wahid Shiriyr. "I'm not backing down, I only have one shot!"

She pulled away, the jinn kicked at her sides, Chevalier landed on the ground.

"Let me tell you something." Wahid Shiriyr stood before her, watching her struggle.

"The five elements water, wind, earth, fire, and aether----all mage powers derive from these original five. Take lightning for instance, a variation of earth; or sound--a variation for lightning and earth. It's considerably rare to have exactly one of the five. Technically only a pure-blood magic user like a trained alchemist (although there are non-magical alchemists too); or the legendary Water and Fire Mages who are born once every century."

Chevalier extended her sword, leaping back into the air. The wind making her eyes water, she shook the liquid away.

I wasn't good enough.

I wasn't strong enough.

I let them all die.

I can't forgive myself for how it all went down. None of it went the way I wanted it to.

"However I have heard that some Precure forms grant a special power even outside their Precure forms. Such as, I don't know, seeing the future from time to time as a normal girl?" Wahid Shiriyr kicked her back to the ground.

"Meanwhile you have nothing."

Wahid Shiriyr continued, fighting the pink spark that rose up to meet him with one arm."But none of the other Cure Chevaliers had an affinity or aptitude for magic either. So you all share that sad fate no matter how many successors appear over the centuries."

Chevalier closed her eyes, unsheathing her sword, laughing. "All you're doing is talking about me. All you're doing is talking, yet you don't do anything."

She was trembling, slashing through his defenses."What's so funny? Why are you so jealous of us then? Creatures who struggle to live every day. The same people who blow each other up over skin color? People who fail every single day. People who were unable to protect their loved ones."

Fight. Change it, so it never happens again.

"If it's to stop you, I'll do anything."

Wahid Shiriyr punched her sword away, conjuring rings to pull the Holy Knight down. She crashed into the ground once more. Spitting out red liquid nonstop.

I'm tougher then before, I'll continue until the day I die. My death will be of old age, not from battle wounds. In me are all the dreams and hopes of the deceased, the old me would've died a noble death as long as I became a knight. But now...

Chevalier ripped through the golden ring. A rainbow aura circulating within her. My dream is to keep everyone's heart alive.

"Because I was born in this world."

Wahid Shiriyr saw something materialize from the rainbow aura. It was not from Yume but something more intimate: centuries of memories.

Emiyo was no longer alone, many different versions of Cure Chevalier were present.

The very first, a girl with purple and ombre lilac hair wearing sixth century armor.

Another had bright orange twintails, lavender buns, one with green gloves, the royal golden robes of Eleanor of Aquitaine, a Chevalier with a white ponytail, sea-green large shield from another, Joan of Arc with her dark brown hair; unfamiliar Past Chevaliers with hazel, orange, blue, apricot, red, yellow, and black hair, Harriet Tubman dressed in pure white.