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𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬
- 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦
Gaea A'Merra calls upon the aid of...
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CHAPTER 1~The Teacher
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EXHAUSTION WAS A FAMILIAR AND HEAVY WEIGHT for Gaea A'Merra — both physical and mental. The way it pressed down on her shoulders and fogged her mind was nothing new. It was like an old friend...or rather, an old enemy; one that never stayed down no matter how many times you beat it.
Though no matter how many times she was plagued with the pain of enervation, she could never find a way to rid herself of it in a quick and timely manner. Sleep was the simple solution, of course, but sleep never came easy to the minds of those who were pressed down on all sides by the mistakes they made — by the number of times they stumbled or fell during the great race called life.
But it seemed that all too often Gaea tripped and fell at the feet of her own terrible blunders. The guilt that came with knowing you were the one to let a friend down, that you were the one who wasn't strong enough or fast enough to save someone...that was a weight that only got heavier over time.
It was early in the morning — the sun had yet to rise over the high, rugged mountain range that sheltered the Sunfire Plateau from the violent activities of the Eastern Tectonic Sea. She was hoping that today would be one of the rare days when the sun did shine so that the thick fog would burn away and she could see more than ten meters in front of her. She doubted it, though.
Gaea and her former student, Cyronn Saan, had landed on Nahlyve, their home and base of operations, late the previous night. Both were weary and discouraged from their failure on Llanic, but while Cyronn had little trouble falling into slumber, Gaea remained awake. She had resigned herself to staring at the stone ceiling of her bedroom, her eyes following the thin cracks in the dim light.
But when one hour turned to two, then three, then four, the human woman decided to rise from bed, knowing sleep was a futile attempt at that point. She, after all, had a job to do, no matter how much sleep she did or did not get.
