One years had passed since Reina and Arya vanished into the Forest of Veils .
The land of perpetual mist and whispering trees where sunlight flattered through in faint gold and time seemed to move differently .
The world beyond forgot the exiled nonke girl and presumed she's died .
But within the forest , Reina was becoming something else -- something powerful serene and quietly terrifying.
Each dawn began with blade training.
Reina's wooden sword struck through the shimmering illusion she herself had conjured - phantoms of bandits , wolves , and armored soldiers - born from her Mystic Art .
" Your stances is firm . " Arya remarked arms crossed a smirk tugging her lips . " But -- its all about control ."
Reina exhaled focusing on the floating orbs of light surrounding her . Each represented one of her mastered elements - Wind ,Fire and Light .
Spinning quietly in harmony.
" I just need to control , right . " Reina replied softly.
Arya snorted , " Control is for weak don't know how to fight. "
A single flick of Reina wrist silenced the forest . The orbs vanished replaced by a rush of air as she vanished from view -
Flash Strike ( move in which mana of light on sword and feet which controlled by the wind on body to give proper acceleration speed just like thunder . )
Which craved through a boulder , slicing it in half .
" Control ... " Reina said again, smiling faintly.
Arya sighed her golden eyes glimmering .
" You're becoming more dragon than human , you know. "
" Then ,maybe you're rubbing off on me . " Reina teased .
The dragon maid blinked then smirked .
" Careful , Master . Dragons don't take responsibility for their influence . "
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Two years had passed .
Reina learned the Wind Mystic Art . She could leap across tree ,glide about ravines and let her sword ride gust faster than human sight .
The forest become her training ground , the storm her test .
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Three year had passed
By the third year , she embraced Fire Art .
Learning not to destory but to refine . Her flames no longer burned wild .
They forged weapons , hardened her body and cooked her food ,
Though Arya often complained about the "mildly charred everything . "
" You're supposed to roast , not reduce to ash ! " Arya scolded flapping a towel .
" You beeathe fire for fun . " Reina retorted.
" You don't get to talk about overcooking . "
Laughter echoed between them , turning the vast lonely forest at home .
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Five Year had passed .
By the fifth year , Light Art become her shield and companion . She could vanish entirely in sunlight, shimmer like a mirage or summon beams of focused brilliance to blind her enemies.
Sometimes , she'd use it just to startle Arya .
" Master . " Arya shouted once searching the empty clearing.
Reina's voice whispered behind her . " Boo."
" Gah --- You mortal imp ----" Arya yelped tripping over her own tail .
Arya and Reina , bond had deepened not through duty . But through friendship .
Arya who once a proud dragon sealed by the Goddess Myril - now call herself " maid " with pride , though her scoldings felt more like those of a sister or guardian or sister than servant .
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Six year had passed ...
By the sixth year , the tranquility broke .
Wandering monster - twisted remnants of corrupted mana - drifted into the forest of veils .
Shadow beast shaped wolves , forgotten spirits , even a few lost bandits.
Reina and Arya kept fight them .
In wind beneath her step and light in her eyes , she cut through shadows as though slicing mist .
Arya often joined in , transforming her hands into claws and growing wing from her shoulder or full dragon transformation .
A dragon's roar echoing through the trees , her scales glimmering silver beneath the moonlight.
Together , they fought with unspoken rhythm.
" Left , Flank ! " Reina called ,raising her blade .
" Already burning ! " Arya answered , a torrent of flame engulfing the foe .
Then when the battle quieted , Arya would grumble , wiping soot from her dress .
" Master ,next time please remind me not to incinerate within the cleaning radius .."
" Next time ." Reina said smiling , " we both wash the floor ."
In the silent hours ,Reina often sat beneath the Viel Tree , it's silver leaves whispering above her .
She remembered her parents and missed them too , and their love .
But those memories didn't ache her -- they motivated her to become strongest .
But the question remainend,why she want to be the strongest ?
Why do she want to gain strength?
For her , for her guilt as Rey Throne to use her power to live a normal , ordinary life .
Or just gain strength ,to rule again.
" Strength isn't about ruling others. " Reina said one night .
" Then , what is it about ? " She asked.
" It's about standing even when no one believes in you . "
Arya smiled faintly , leaning against her .
" Then , you've long since become storng , My Master . "
Sometimes Arya would rest her head in Reina's lap , pretending to sleep . Reina would sighed brushing red hair aside .
There was peace . There --- a bond beyond titles , forged in years of shared struggle and laughter .
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Seven year had passed
Reina had grown .
Seventeen year old , her silvery white hair ,now shimmered with faint streaks of blue when morning sun caught it .
He emerald green eyes , glowing faintly.
At seventeen, her body carried the harmony, grace and power -- lean, agile , unyielding.
Every motion she made seemed measured , purposeful almost divine. The forest itself had come to accept her .
Arya , ever faithful and dramatic, her look haven't changed at all. She looked like the same seventeen year , when they met for the first time .
Arya oftened wore the same maid clothes, because it was gifted by her master . Even though she won't accept it .
Together , they had honed with skills ,arts and magics.
Flames spiraled in synced when Arya unleashed her Dragon Breathe , Reina's Mystic Wind wove around it , shaping it into a divine vortex .
Thus , a signture technique created - Ray Spiral - a spinning strike wrapped in roared of golden flames , cleaving through even spectral barrier .
" We done it . " Arya said at last ,panting , wings flickering faintly behind her maid form .
" Yes . " Reina smiled gently , her blade still humming with light.
That night , beneath the ocean of stars . Reina sat quietly outside the cabin .
Then , spirit of wind that looks like cloud but in pink .
Rush ...
" Rei-chan , Rei-chan. ....
" Kotaro ... What's happened ? ".. Reina asked .
" I saw some suspicious look guys , lurking around with girl .... I think some thing they came here to hunt us .... Please help . "
Reina's hand tightened on her blade hilt .
Arya smirked , tiled her head , " Look like trouble to me ? "
Reina's faint smiled...
" No " she said ... " Just warm-up before dinner . "
Arya murmured, " Still dramatic and cocky"
" No , After all , I am the strongest. "