Misia Reichter told herself.
She saw herself surrounded by 4 corners of cement walls, a small bonfire at the middle. Yes the place was dark and damp, she got accustomed to it, but the warmth the bonfire provides her sparks the most minute hope left in her.
But she didn't lose hope. She still wished that the people important to her were alive. Stein, Irmgard... That they were alive and that they found each other and have finally prepped themselves for her rescue. But she knew inside her that these were lies. Anything had its consequences.
Were she to hope for Stein and Irmgard's well being, but the fall of Luxem. Or were she to believe that Stein would come to her rescue alone, her life in exchange of Irmgard's.
Misia: Who would have wanted the Crests?
She thought.
Then she recalled, exactly 60 days ago when she and Lady Irmgard have arrived in the New World. They relinquished the site of the Port of Coimbra. She remembered the beutiful sunset, the horizon where the sea would kiss upon the radiant red sky, where the sun would slowly set in as if serving as a medium to break the horizon and make the sea and the sky into one. They would meet Lord Stein at Cite de Reboldeaux and there register as pioneers of Granado Espada.
Upon return to Coimbra, the three of us focused on the mission set to us by Sir Lyndon of the Office of Pioneering Support. We were to meet with Nunez of Coimbra. We were tasked then to slay creatures from the Tetra Ruins. There we met Lt. Grace Bernelli. Her intentions were vague on what she was doing at the deepest part of the dungeon, but nevertheless, her heart was pure. She was our first friend in the new world.
Upon our return to the city, we have recieved a note coming from one of the town guards. He was unsure of whom it was from, but she was sure that it was for us. The note read to meet someone at the City of Auch.
It appeared rather suspicious, but Grace told us that she was heading north as well to meet with someone. It was a nice coincidence, thus settling this decision of heading north.
Upon reaching the Porto Belo Deserted Quay however, we have finally realized that it was a mistake to head north. It was a trap. It was set by someone unknown. I only remember a lady, late twenties, beautiful black hair, her eyes nill. Blunt affect, showing no emotions at all. To our surprise, she was already holding Lady Irmgard's neck in between her left hand and her right knife.
I didn't catch her face but she said, "El Ruina de Memoria...midnight. This lady's neck for your crest."
Then she disappeared in a thick dark mist. We were all in shock, including Grace Bernelli. We asked for directions on how to get there, but since on the way we were still to pass Auch, we decided to go there.
On entering Auch, Grace bid her apologies and her farewell. She gave us directions on how to reach the Ruins of Memory and appeared in great distress upon leaving us. I sincerely did hope that she would not let this into her conscience that she believes she may have caused the disappearance of our sister. We have had suspicions that people may be after the crest,m but we never expected to those people in the New World. Very few people outside Luxem know the significance of the crest to our country.
At Auch, we met a strange looking figure. My thought was, "Was she a human being, or a doll." She appeared to be everything human, but without the humanity. Her name was Catherine and she said that she was the one who handed the letter. She was saying the someone by the name of Dr. Torsche wanted to meet us and it is of dire importance.
What could be more important than saving our name sister? None. We declined the request and set for El Ruina de Memoria...
Misia: What's that?
There seemed to ba a riot outside. The lifeless have screamed in agony of pain and anger. And there were bullet shots, they were fast and accurate as every shot made would mean a cry of dying. Then there was silence.
She heard the iron rails closest to her being opened.
A figure of a familiar face appeared, holding a rifle in his hands. As he swept a thick strand of black hair covering his face of sweat and dirt, this familiar face no longer was familiar, but was very much known.
Misia: Lord Bach!
Bach: Hurry, let's get out of here.
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