She was not a warrior. She was not among those born to enter battle. She was, at best, the lowly guardian of small things, in a world so vast.
But Edalai was falling, and so were its peoples, out of the sky, crashing to the worlds below, fragments of shattered mirrors falling like comets.
She was not a warrior. But she was among the last. “Lend me your fire,” she had said, though the blood of others spattered her little hands.
And when the Solda came to deal Edalai its death blow, she stood with those who were left to fight for their home. “Lend me your fire,” she had said, “and let me stand with you to the end.”
(This was supposed to be my ManikaManila Photo Contest entry, but I didn’t manage my time well enough and it’s too late, but meh. XD Here it is.)
Lucrezia is an Illusion Spirit Ying Ye