Chapter 22 - SAEREIA'PARLONIAVARIS Pt 3

📡: We are contacting this agent to inform them of mission succession, since our best spy withdrew an hour ago. We await your transmission..

▶• ılıılıılılılııılıılı: I literally just picked my phone up- people at these agencies these days just can't listen. 

📡: Regardless of this, you work with us; you will need to answer. Do you copy? Are you sayin you abandoned your post long ago? 

▶• ılıılıılılılııılıılı: I tried to tell you years ago; why only come back now? I don't understand... You knew I couldn't fight? Or was that before it cut off..who knows.

2 hours later: ▶• ılıılıılılılııılıılı: I really did try to do what I could; instead, I was swept into a world I didn't understand, into a world where everyone was immortal.. 

▶• ılıılıılılılııılıılı: now I sit in a cell because of you, my wings restless and bounded by the day I was captured. 

▶• ılıılıılılılııılıılı: please try to_

📡: stop.

▶• ılıılıılılılııılıı_________________

📡: enough. 

▶• ılıılıılılılııılıılı: NOW YOU LISTEN. I left this normal world of yours to do what YOU thought was right despite everything, and you tell me... I thought you told me.....

That was all it ever was, just another agent to you.

Three days later, Rythennia woke up from the horrible dream,

finding herself in her room alone.

Once the dissipated shock faded from her breath,

she took deep breaths, telling herself it was just a dream...

After she had stood up and dressed, she headed through the many wandering halls of the castle.

So many wandering hallways and so many places to explore; it was truly boundless to her.

She never knew anything could be so wonderful, so magical, but was soon reminded of who she was.

an agent who never got to leave her mission, who never got to go back, who was never truly free and never truly dreamed, only nightmares

she one day dreamed of being home and have a quiet evening. 

to read and have no outside pressure carving her on the inside from within

to have a day where all felt normal and no need to fly beyond the standards 

to live in a world where all felt right, and nothing could dare to dream. 

She walked through the mirror to a world she thought she lost.

No one dared to tell her she was going to pay the cost of love,

to pay for what she never got back;

the agency had lost her, and she had lost it.

A LONE ANGEL forever BOUND by the World that HELD her,

a cruel truth and one she would never be able to take back. 

Her black oblivion shone luminescent angel wings shining under the rain and golden lamppost light,

standing under one on a pavement next to the road with skyscrapers for miles,

the world looked sci-fi but at what cost,

to an angel who never got to go back home,

to the place she called home..

was it love or love disguised as duty.. 

She flew the skies and harmonised with the winds..

a true revelation that the girl Emperor Xannathaithen thought his daughter...

 turned out to be an agent from Paradise beyond all known dimensions,

that the angel that he had seen was her in her truest form,

a cruel realisation that knocked the wind out of his breath. 

So he held her close.

And he never let go ever again;

he wouldn't leave her alone, not after this. 

The rain fell and covered them completely, completely shattered cover. 

but they didn't care; they cared too much to break apart

breaking the only protocol they ever had,

agent and administrator... fractured.

now it was parent and child reunited at last, though

they had been around each other for the longest time

in the same place.