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When one said that 'a dream doesn't become reality through magic; it takes sweat, determination, and hard work', they might have forgot to include tears, bloods, and nightmares.
On that fated day when she walked out the guild with a porcelain tag hanging around her neck, talking about becoming a hero that would slay the dragons and save the city with her childhood friend, the Swordsman, she still believed that she would achieve her dream one day. But the very same day, it was gone along with her comrades, along with her pride, along with her dignity as a woman...
Her head was hung low along with the other victims she should've saved that day. She was looking but at the same time not looking anything, just waiting until the cart stopped in front of a temple. She felt like her hand was being pulled and she just followed without resistance, following the person to anywhere they brought her to without really listening to what they said. She was led into one a room with six beds inside it and sat on the one near the window.
The sun was finally set, so did her life as an adventurer.
"...Hey." The Fighter didn't respond. Her eyes still remained on the sunset. The brown-haired man scratched his head and finally moved before her, blocking her sight from the sunset. He waited for her to respond him but got none because getting an 'are you okay' question was the last thing she needed; she was clearly not okay. However, the sentence he blurted the next moment was something she never expected.
"Did anyone ever told you that you have the beautiful pair of eyes?"
She finally looked up to see an Alchemist grinning at her. If she was still her old self that morning, she might've kicked the man's ass for trying to flirt with her. What was he thinking to blurt such a comment when she was on her current state?
"Well... I'm uh... telling the truth?" he coyly said as he scratched the back of his head. That was the moment she noticed him carrying a bowl with green concoction in it. "I didn't lie when I said your eyes are beautiful. They're really looks like my mother's. You know, she's always a hard-headed woman with strong determination and that gene is actually running down in our—"
