Man... What if you are Hilda the First, and you do not love this land, but your best friend does with the kind of bone aching certainty that he will crumble with it one day, so you have to try.
(And even so, your best friend holds courage in his heart, for all his humble sincerity. He is braver where you are colder, and though you have always found yourself more resolute he too is resilient, so he will rise up again.)
A funeral bell that tolls... The sages look back at you, some with pity, with anger, with resignation. You are commiting a crime. You are about to carry out the most accursed deed Lorule has ever seen, and you will call it a mercy. In this land, you are royalty with divinity branded on the back of your hand. It means nothing now, as Lorule calls for your head, but it's enough to ruin it.
One day, we will reunite under a lovelier sun.
YEAHHHHH!!!!














