Those Left Behind (Ellestaria)
| Those Left Behind (Ellestaria) | |
|---|---|
| Date of Cutscene: | 26 July 2012 |
| Location: | Ellestaria's Manse |
| Synopsis: | The evening after Amalthea's departure to kill the Emperor, Ellestaria muses. |
| Cast of Characters: | 231 |
| Tinyplot: | Long Live the King |
The night had fallen in the Fortress of No Fucks Given. A humorous name, but it had stuck, and now Ellestaria called it home. Ariel was exhausted and asleep, and now the Atlantean was alone. Really alone, for the first time in some time. Losing her people had been a shocking blow, but Amalthea - and to some degree, the entire Union - had given her something else to be a part of.
The experience had changed her. She knew that. She was no longer a true Atlantean... her people would not think so, in any case.
She didn't care any more.
She had a daughter in the other room. A... wife? And she was content. Or she had been.
The old-fashioned quill swept across the paper fluidly, scrawling in that ancient, unknown language since all its speakers had died. It wasn't a cipher, it was simply comfortable. Ellestaria wrote this for herself, no one else.
'It has been five hours since Amalthea left. I have no idea how long it will take them in there, but I know she will not give up. Not with what she has waiting for her.' The pen pauses, and Lest dips it again with a tired rub of her eyes.
'The refugees continue to pour in. Battles continue to be fought. Thus far, we are holding... barely. Whatever the team inside is doing, they must do it quickly. I do not know what hardships they may be facing, but no doubt the danger is great, and the foes they face terrible and monstrous. I have no doubt that Amalthea will brave through it. She is my shining light... now she will be so for the rest of the Union, in the darkness of the Emperor's soul.'
Something felt off about that last line, and Ellestaria squints at it hard, silently taking it in for a long moment before she shakes her head, blots it, and folds the page up to file away with the rest of her journals. It will be fine... Amalthea was her Knight. She will survive... or save us all trying.
Won't she?
