A History of War
Life is difficult enough for a Lirian soldier. Training for ten years, hunting evil deimos, solving crimes, facing powerful weilders, keeping the peace in a tension-filled world, each Lirian soldier has a lot on their plate. It doesn't become any easier if you have to deal with a dark past that looms at every corner. How will Lais Felix and Helen Song, two best friends with tragic pasts, handle life as soldiers while running from their past? Will they manage to escape their tragic beginnings? Or will the past finally catch up to them?
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LAIS
The first thing I realize when I wake up is the fact that I feel asleep.
I open my heavy eyes, a blurry view greeting me. I realize I'm in my room. When did I get here? And how?
I look back on my last memories before fading out to sleep. I remember I was at the office, I was….
My sword. My sword is missing. Someone took it.
I suddenly remember all that happened last night. The card, my empty case, my sword.
It's gone. The image of an empty case burns through my mind. It's gone, my sword is gone.
The realization falls upon me like a literal weight over my shoulder, making me stumble forward, like a hand clutching my heart, squeezing the breath out of me, like a thousand knives piercing me all over. The very knowledge that my sword is missing makes the world physically unbearable.
I fall from my bead, clutching my chest, catching my breath.