The Aurelian

The Monday Meeting

As always mature and intense topics/language will be used. You've been warned.

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Briefly: Diego's POV
Parte Uno de Cuatro
I

"The only way you'll get your powers back is if we speed up the date of the No Man's Land mission and we find the next mirror."

I need to lay down.

Father and I dedicated ourselves to resolving kingdom matters the rest of the afternoon and night. We filled out stacks and stacks of processing paperwork and even went on to visit certain villagers to attend to their problems. As always, my father took the time to guide me and provide me with tricks to dealing with citizens. Tricks I will be grateful for once I'm on the throne.

I made sure to cherish moments like these although they are tedious and consume most of my energy. I took solace in knowing that my kindness through my actions made up for my emotionless composure. I know no other ways to express gratitude.

Our citizens constantly praise me and often talk about courageous moments I've protected our land, but my mind is constantly filled with darkness that degrades my accomplishments. I hear their compliments only for it to fuel my despair.

Fortunately, I can turn that despair into a drive. One that propels me to move forward and push myself even to become even stronger. One that each time I prove to go beyond my own beliefs.

Woefully now, I'm in an aggravating loop of humbleness. One that she constantly provides me.

My assurance of my power is constantly tested with her. Right when I think I've hurt her enough, she stood back up demanding more until we both couldn't handle.

I wore a suit today, only to disguise the true ache I'd been feeling the last couple of days working my body. No one can see that I am able to be weakened, a reputation I strive to uphold. I can't remember the last time I sat down to relax.

I made my way to my bedroom after dismissing myself from my duties with my father. Entering the room, I begin to remove my cuff links tossing them onto the closest dress. Pulling at my tie, I then begin to undo the buttons on my dress shirt.

I step into view of the full length mirror by the bathroom door and take in my fatigued look.

Scars scattered under my clothes, only I have seen. I choose my clothing meticulously to make sure not a sliver of imperfection makes its way out for anyone to see. I trace their borders with my pointer finger and wince slightly at the pain that was once there.

Even with scars that stained my skin from years ago, I notice little by little that they'd been disappearing and my skin was returning to its clean slate. The time I spent charging up with the girl actually proved to be beneficial to me. It's nice to know that I'm not just wasting my time.

Leveling her up would only strengthen my own power. I need to find that fucking mirror.

As much time as I spent studying the Aurelian, my father always reiterated that it's primal to keep in mind that it can manifest into something you never anticipated. I just didn't think it'd turn out like this for me.

With all that drama, I'm thankful my sister is conscientious about every move we make as a family. She's carefully planned out how we'd all go about dealing with this new discovery and managed to keep this all under wraps.