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┊┊. ᴋᴇɪᴛʜ, ᴋᴏɢᴀɴᴇ
❝There's something about you that just... makes everything better. I feel at peace when you're around, and I wouldn't trade that for anything. ❞
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ᴠᴏʟᴛʀᴏɴ ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅᴀʀʏ ᴅᴇꜰᴇɴᴅᴇʀ
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𖤓 ' He's fiercely dedicated, like a lion guarding its pride. ' 𖤓
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Lunarae sat in her dimly lit room, the soft glow of the Blade of Marmora's sigil casting a calming light on her troubled thoughts. She held Ulaz's blade in her hands, her fingers tracing the intricate sigil etched into its surface. The blade felt cool against her skin, its weight a tangible reminder of Ulaz's sacrifice and the turmoil it stirred within her. She couldn't sleep, the events of recent days playing over and over in her mind like a relentless storm. Ulaz's unexpected act of heroism had left a profound impact on her, despite her initial reservations and fear of the Galra. She hadn't known him well, yet his selfless actions had ignited a flicker of hope in her heart – hope that there were Galra who fought against tyranny, who believed in justice and peace.
Guilt gnawed at her thoughts. Guilt for doubting Ulaz, for harboring mistrust towards someone who had risked everything to save them. The centuries of Galra oppression weighed heavily on her conscience, the atrocities committed by Zarkon's empire casting a shadow over her beliefs. Yet, Ulaz had shown her a different side of the Galra, a side she had never dared to consider before. She tightened her grip on the blade, feeling its smooth surface beneath her touch. The sigil glowed softly, its gentle light reflecting in her eyes as she stared into its polished metal. Her own reflection stared back at her – gentle gold eyes, a hint of sorrow and determination mingling in their depths.
In the quiet solitude of her room, she wrestled with conflicting emotions. Part of her wanted to believe in Ulaz's ideals, to embrace the hope he had sparked within her. Another part remained cautious, wary of being deceived by appearances, of letting her guard down in a universe wrought with danger. As she sat there, lost in her thoughts, memories of their encounter replayed in her mind. The fierce determination in Ulaz's eyes as he spoke of the Blade of Marmora's mission, the unwavering commitment to fight against Zarkon's tyranny. His words had resonated with her, stirring a sense of admiration and gratitude.
