"Hello," a little girl whispered to the crying Libertà. "Are you alright?" She was the prettiest girl Libertà had ever seen, with waist-length silver hair, striking violet eyes, and pale, unmarked skin, which was an oddity at this orphanage. Libertà thought that she was the same age as him, but it was impossible to tell- she had a timeless quality to her, like an ethereal goddess.
Libertà wiped his tears away and healed himself. "Yes," he said almost inaudibly. He then froze. He had shown his ability!
"It's alright, I won't hurt you. I'm Aiyana. Aiyana Serafin. It's alright if you don't want to tell me your name. You have a gift, you know that? You can do so much, like heal incurable diseases. You don't have to do what the Wardens (that's what they call the 'caretakers' of the orphanage) tell you to do." The girl said. Aiyana smiled and took Libertà's hand gently. Unbeknownst to him, Libertà's stigmata glowed for a few seconds, and faded.
Aiyana knelt on the dirty floor. "Here." She handed him a necklace, a small opal set in platinum, on a titanium string.
"What is it?" Libertà asked, trying to put it on. Aiyana quickly moved forward and fastened it on his neck.
"My gift to you. Goodbye, Libertà."
Libertà never saw her again, and he never figured out how the beautiful silver-haired girl knew his name. Not until over a decade later.
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The Fool and the High Priestess
FanfictionAiyana Serafin and Libertà are mindlinked. Libertà doesn't know why, but Aiyana does. After all, she is the one who activated it. It's because of their Arcana- The High Priestess only appears when The Fool decides to become stronger. When Aiyana a...
