Cervato - Girl On Fire (Part 1 of Cervato's Saga)

Resurrection - The End (Final)

Arah was tragically beautiful yet also a land of desolate dreams. Lead by Myra, the former Ministry Guard, the small group finally had reached the Gates of the city. Beatrix had suffered a handful of panic attacks, Penelope always keeping an eye out for the next threat, and Cervato had stood in awe of finally reaching the land that so long ago she had tried to visit with one of her oldest friends, Deronjur.

After meeting the mysterious woman, Dahlia, that would serve as their guide, the group entered the land of the dead. As they journeyed deeper into the heart of the ruined city, they were subjected to many terrible trials. There were phantoms of Saromire that Cervato encountered. Each begged for her to finish the task of saving his soul. What felt most painful of all was hearing the agonized wails from her beloved, as if he was being tortured. Ghosts of the past clouded her vision as she turned every corner, threatening to consumer her body and soul. The others were none the wiser, as the Commander's mind continued to patronize her at every step of their journey.

Yet, they had finally reached their destination after suffering through the perilous tasks together. Overlooking the city from on high, an altar beset in the center, Myra indicated they had accomplished their goal. Saromire's voice filled their ears, thanking them as the twin golden swords that Cervato and Beatrix had carried were placed within the stone and the artifacts that had not been destroyed by the blades were scattered around them.

Cervato was in awe as she watched the swords lift themselves into the air. They struck against one another, leaving her entranced in the intimate ritual. Flickers of battles she had participated with the golden sword at her side flitted across her mind, before suddenly the swords had formed that sword of legend. The Lancastir Legacy. The relic of the past Saromire had wished to bring to fruition years ago was finally whole, floating above the altar.

Once more, Saromire's voice echoed all around them. "You all made this much easier than I expected...You may have him."

From a void that suddenly appeared behind the altar, the sound of armor brushing against itself foreshadowed the figure clad in tenebrous platemail. A darkness lingered around him, yet his entire form was shielded from their sight. In an instant, he had stolen the newly formed blade before any of them could have intervened.

"Remember me, dear Cervato?" The hauntingly familiar voice directed itself at the Commander. It took a moment to place it, before she realized that this voice had threatened Saromire and the Lancastir family time and time again in years past. This man was responsible for Beatrix's trauma. Varick Cromwell's duty. Luna Lancastir's suffering. Hadn't Joan and Cervato stopped this nonsense when they killed the one responsible for kidnapping Luna and trapping them within their lair? Hadn't he been ended by their hands? She had been deceived, she realized, as her blood ran cold. By instinct alone, the woman's berserker magics ignited the flames that enveloped her hands as she launched herself towards the obscure figure.

"Pause time...pause time...pause time..." The voice mocked her as the world around the precipice suddenly grew still, trapped within the man's powerful time magic. The rain had ceased to fall, her companions each were in various states of preparation for battle yet took not one breath, and soon the woman realized that she was indeed alone against this enemy.

"You are so blinded by your love for the man that you'd believe anything was him." The cruel words murmured as the figure examined the powerful new sword within their grasp near the altar. Referring to Saromire in such a cold demeanor. However, her own thoughts churning to defend her reasons were halted upon his statement.