CLOSING THE CASE
Asheer Veyin’s office.
A cold, professional space—its walls lined with reports, holo-screens, and mission logs.
At the center of it, behind a sleek metal desk, sat Asheer Veyin.
And before her, standing with her usual smirk and casual posture, was Sattira Dyn.
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Veyin (stern, tapping fingers on desk):
"Let me get this straight—"
"First, you defy direct orders and go after the fugitive."
"Then, you return saying she’s ‘gone’?"
"Gone as in—dead?"
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Dyn (smiling, crossing her arms):
"Dead? No."
"She’s very much alive."
"She’s just… gone."
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Veyin (leaning forward, irritated):
"Gone where, Dyn?"
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Dyn (grinning, rocking on her heels):
"I don’t know."
"But there’s no Fiesa anymore."
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Veyin (scoffing, rubbing her temple):
"Who the stars is Fiesa??"
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Dyn (shrugging, smirk widening):
"Exactly."
"There’s no one left to catch."
"So, Asheer, I’d say it’s time to—"
"—close the case."
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Veyin (voice tight with frustration):
"Dyn—what in the—what are you even saying??"
"What happened in Dohi Mand??"
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Dyn (casual, turning toward the door):
"Nothing much."
"Just a fairy who stopped existing."
"No threat. No case."
"Problem solved."
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And with that, Dyn strolled out of the office.
Her mission was over.
She had caught Elysia.
She had been wrong.
But instead of feeling anger or failure—she had learned.
And she had made her decision:
To let Elysia go.
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Veyin watched her leave, baffled, confused—yet somehow, she knew she wasn’t getting another answer.
With a sigh, she leaned back in her chair.
And Dyn’s final words lingered in the air.
"There’s no one left to catch."
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<h2>ONE WITH THEMSELVES</h2>
Outside Dohi Mand.
A quiet, peaceful evening.
The sky burned gold and crimson as the sun dipped behind the horizon.
A soft wind rustled the grass.
And at the edge of a hill, perched on a smooth rock, sat two figures.
Or rather—one.
Elysia.
And Fiesa.
Together.
As always.
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Elysia (leaning back, watching the sky):
"You said you’d tell me later."
"How did I even get there? At the castle?"
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Fiesa (calm, unmoved, gazing ahead):
"It doesn’t matter now."
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Elysia (mock-offended, turning toward her):
"Excuse me?"
"You owe me an explanation."
"And while we’re at it—you didn’t even thank me for saving you."
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Fiesa (without looking at her):
"Thank you."
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Elysia (grinning, nudging her shoulder):
"That was dry. Ever tried saying it with some feeling?"
"Like—‘Thank you, Elysia! You’re amazing! You’re the best! I owe you my life!’"
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Fiesa (flat, unimpressed):
"No."
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Elysia (throwing her hands up dramatically):
"Unbelievable."
"At this rate, Mum will never make you Murito."
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Fiesa (finally glancing at her):
"I don’t even like Murito."
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Elysia (gasps, clutching her chest, mock-betrayed):
"WHAT??"
"You—HOW DARE YOU—"
"I TAKE BACK MY TRUST—"
"I AM NOT TALKING TO YOU ANYMORE."
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Fiesa (expression blank, waiting patiently):
…
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Silence.
A long silence.
The wind whispered through the grass.
The stars began to peek through the fading sky.
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Fiesa (finally):
"Are you done?"
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Elysia (huffing, arms crossed, looking away):
"I don’t know."
"Maybe."
"Maybe not."
"Maybe I’ll just stay mad forever."
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Fiesa (calm, unreadable):
"You won’t."
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Elysia (scoffs, tossing a pebble down the hill):
"Stars, I hate you."
"So much."
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Fiesa (calm, steady, knowing):
"You love me."
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Because Fiesa was her.
And Elysia was her.
They were one.
Forever.
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<h2>THE END... FOR NOW.</h2>
Scene 2: Mirgeth Yarlim – The Council of War
Elsewhere—
In the heart of Mirgeth’s military base, Yarlim—
A council of commanders gathered.
This was not a place of talking.
This was a place of decisions.
The room was dimly lit, holographic projections hovering in the air.
The central table displayed details of a single name.
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ATHMORKEE.
A terror to the realm.
A force of destruction.
And now—
A problem too great for Mirgeth’s forces alone.
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Stegos Xchina (grim, pointing at the map):
"Last seen in Rac’jl Uth. She caused more damage than last time."
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Stegos Kasisd (tightening her fists):
"I lost 14 Yalzets. It’s a bad report, but it is what it is."
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Aarthel Laonia (stoic, practical):
"No battle is without losses.
If we fight, we sacrifice something."
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Stegos Xchina (angrily):
"That doesn’t mean we keep losing our Yalzets.
We need something better."
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Stegos Kasisd (carefully, suggesting):
"Then I propose we involve Savior Ethan."
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The room fell silent.
Tension thickened.
The Savior.
The outsider who changed everything.
But before anyone could respond—
Aarthel Laonia spoke.
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Aarthel Laonia (shaking her head):
"And what do we tell Elysin Alara?
That our bravest commanders cannot handle this?
That we need a human to do it for us?"
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The two Stegos lowered their heads.
And then—
A new voice spoke.
Firm. Absolute. Commanding.
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Archos Ardine (the Supreme Commander):
"We don’t need the Savior.
We need someone equal to Athmorkee."
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The room stirred.
Murmurs.
Concern.
Aarthel Laonia’s face hardened.
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Aarthel Laonia (serious, firm):
"Please, Archos.Don’t think of her.
She is not meant for this."
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Archos Ardine’s eyes glowed sharply.
A dangerous determination in them.
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Archos Ardine (cold, unwavering):
"Then make her meant for this."
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Aarthel exhaled, frustrated.
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Aarthel Laonia (gritted teeth):
"We don’t even know if she’s capable of this."
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Archos smiled.
A sharp, knowing smile.
And with a flick of her hand, she pulled up a new projection.
Footage played in the air.
A recording of a battle.
Of a lone figure standing against impossible odds.
Of arcane blasts that defied reason.
Of ruthlessness unmatched.
And rage that burned like a storm.
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Archos Ardine (pointing at the footage):
"If she can do this—
Then why not this?"
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Aarthel Laonia looked at the footage.
Her jaw tightened.
Her fists clenched.
But she couldn’t argue.
She knew what she saw.
She knew what it meant.
And she knew who they were talking about.
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Aarthel Laonia (quietly, defeated):
"But Archos…"
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Archos Ardine (final, absolute):
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<li>"She has the same dark presence as Athmorkee.</li>
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The same level of anger.
The same ruthlessness.
A perfect opposition.
A perfect weapon.
Unless we waste our time debating, she’ll only slip further.
No one is ever ready for anything.
Not you, not me, not any of us when we joined the force.
It’s up to us to decide her fate."*
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Aarthel exhaled slowly.
She knew there was no stopping this.
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Aarthel Laonia (final, resigned):
"I understand, Archos.
We will take this matter into our hands."
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Stegos Kasisd (hesitant, cautious):
"Who exactly… are we talking about?"
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Aarthel turned.
She swiped through the holographic display.
And then—
She revealed the name.
The face.
The one who had fought against them.
The one who had escaped.
The one who had disappeared into the shadows.
And now—
The one they would turn into a weapon.
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Archos Ardine (cold, certain, triumphant):
"Meet Elysia."