Nimona and The Demon Quing

The Kingdom's New Start

It's quite strange, isn't it? How your heart burns ever so bright and warm, being the warmest and loving place that there is... and suddenly it turns into a big lump of ice. Cold, cruel and leaves no more room for love, friendship... or weakness. 
And sometimes, that happens without warning in the most unfair and diabolical ways. Ironically, it always has been done by those who masquerade as a man of courage and speaking in the name of righteousness.

... Most of us are simply born with tragedy in our blood.

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Four months have passed since the deaths of Nimona and the Director and the wall almost crumbling down, resulting into a large gap that allowed the people to see the outside world and even made a passage of it for the people to go out there with their flying cars. Of course after the knights went outside into troops to check for any possible danger and it actually seemed safe enough. At least, there were no monsters outside or anything that they deemed as monstrous.

And as for Gloreth, her "legacy" has quickly and mostly been forgotten by the public and almost everyone visited Nimona's memorial to place flowers and drawings down for her, calling her a hero, trying to show that she was loved by the kingdom and to keep her memory alive.

If only they could've shown that while she was still around.

Ballister and Ambrosius had been trying to rekindle their relationship together. It was going well, but still kept some distance to think some things through. They wouldn't stay together in the same place or sleep in the same bed. Everything that had happened was still go vivid and painful to get over it, but they were communicating. The healthiest thing they could.

And the Institute would most likely be over, since they had been training their whole lives to slay something that was never there. And perhaps they will be nothing, but a show. A scenery, something of how it used to be and not serve an actual purpose in the kingdom.

But the moment Ballister saw Nimona came back in a cloud of pink dust and sparkles, he became absolutely overjoyed and couldn't stop himself from automatically cussing.

"Holy shit!" He shouted, his eyes filled with happy tears as he ran towards the pink-haired girl and trapped her in a big and tight hug, crying tears of joy as she returned the hug.

"Hey, hey, hey. I'm fine. See? I'm perfectly fine. You must've missed me that much, huh?" Nimona smirked as Ballister pulled back and gazed at her with red puffy eyes, wiping them off with his left palm and smiled.

"Just don't ever do that again. Okay?" He asked as Nimona chuckled, before looking around and realizing that their lair had changed.

It was more bright and homely and their "murder wall" has lost all its wanted posters of them.

"Something has definitely changed here. What even happened here?" Nimona asked as Ballister wore an excited smile on his face, taking a deep breath and spat it out.

"Nimona, we're not wanted criminals anymore. We don't have to hide anymore."

"Really. Aw, you mean no more wanted posters? We looked so good on 'em, especially you, Boss." Nimona complimented as Ballister snorted and watched Nimona let herself fall on the couch and lay comfortably.

"But also, you're a hero now. You saved us from the Director and saved the kingdom! You have saved us all." Ballister smiled as he sat down next to Nimona and waited for her to give an answer on that.

It must feel all so sudden, unexpected and even insincere. Like, would they still do that if she would have survived that cannon or did they do it just so they wouldn't had to think of how ill they've treated her, because it didn't made sense to her whatsoever.