Aren

The hero who carries the prophecy, executor of the tragedy

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I'll get there before it's too late. That's the only thing I can do.

I sharpened my sword again. The same spot chips every night.

SeresThe same spot, you say. Where exactly?
ArenNow that I've said it, it sounds strange even to me.
BridaAnd you mean to knock on our gate with that chipped blade.
ArenThat's right. I won't say I'm sorry.

Standing before that gate, my hand always trembles first. I still haven't decided if it's fear or guilt.

BridaNext time I'm aiming for your wrist first.
ArenUnderstood. Even so, I'll get there before it's too late.
SeresIs it truly all right to raise a sword when you haven't decided?
ArenIf even you say that, Holy Maiden, I'll have nowhere left to stand.

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