#ronel

Yesterday I watched the films Trading Places (1983) and Being There (1979).

I noticed that the breakfast-in-bed trays featured in both were quite similar. 

RONEL

Could 28, 2025, 12:22 PM ET Houston Astros right-hander Ronel Blanco could have surgical procedure on his proper elbow and can miss the rest of the 2025 season, the workforce introduced Wednesday. The starter had sought a second opinion after being positioned on the injured listing final week with irritation within the elbow. The Astros mentioned Blanco — who’s 3-4 with a 4.10 ERA, 48 strikeouts…

RONEL

Imagine Ronel recalling events before the final stages of the war with the gods. Some good, others bad.

My name is Ronel. Some know me as Kushra, others Elsel. Some may even call me Griel. But for now, please call me my aforementioned name.

I am an angel, formerly a defender of the Gods. I say formerly, as in I rebelled from them, thanks to Lubradine’s truthful words. Or should I say, Leorone.

To be honest, I shouldn’t have unsealed Bordebegia. I should have left Oulu alone. I should have never been the God’s puppet.

There were a lot of things I should have done, and things I shouldn’t have. There are many things that I regret and I wish I could take back. Just throw my swords down and be done with it all.

They were always covered with blood. Always.

But there is one thing in my miserable life I don’t regret. A decision I can take pride in because it was the right one.

Joining Lira.

I was an enigma to her at first. When she first met me, I was furiously defending Bordebegia and the Gods themselves. Now, I was one of her most trusted friends and allies. Just like my blades covered in boiling red liquid, there was hardly ever a moment I didn’t see fury in her flaming, blue eyes. Every moment she swung her sword, every moment she yelled, “Damnation!” Every moment in the heat of battle, she was filled with passion and fury; two emotions I never truly felt before. I never felt fury judging the ones opposing the Gods, never had I felt passion when I defended Bordebegia, not even now, fighting alongside people I thought I would hate for the rest of my days.

I remember sitting next to her one day. Lira, I mean. I will forever remember that day, looking at the sunset with her.

"It's almost over." She said, taking off her skull-like helmet. She looked especially radiant, despite being a dark unit.

Yes, that will always be a day I remember. The day I realized I fell for Lira. Her cyan eyes, her pale skin, and her beautiful hair. Her laugh, her passion, her fury, I loved all of it.

“Lira I…” I choked up. I couldn’t put it into words at that moment. I was nervous. My palms were sweaty, my legs were shaking, but one act of romantic courage came through. “I love you, Lira!”

I’m not sure if it was luck, or my determination. She smiled at me, saying how she felt the same way.

I get it now. Passion and fury are fueled with experience of the horrors and wonders of the world. Lira had suffered at the hands of the Gods, and at that moment I was the happiest angel alive.

Yes, I, Ronel, Griel, Kushra, Elsel, have done things that I regret.