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The Hovel was no place for a sweet young girl with big, dreamy eyes and a pretty, round face that grew thinner and thinner as malnourishment kicked in to be raised in, but that was where Eleanor Afolayan was born. It was where she grew up, where she lived until she came of age. She was just Eleanor, back then, to be precise. "Just Eleanor," she'd introduce herself as, to anyone who cared to listen. [break][break]
She doesn't remember when things started to change for the better; only remembers who was the reason they changed. How, when he came into her life, she found herself looking forward to the morrow in which he would come visit her, or maybe she visit him. [break][break]
The world wasn't cold or cruel, it couldn't be if it allowed someone like him to walk on it. [break][break]
He was kind, and he was just, and he wanted to make the world a better place. For people like Eleanor, but also for people like him. Liam Cellwise was not rich and he did not come from a famous, prestigious family of witches. He was, however, better off than most living in the Hovel, and he took it upon himself to shorten the gap between them and the rich and famous. He was as much a Knight as his title suggested. [break][break]
Eleanor followed him into the Helios Knights when she turned eighteen. She may not have had the privilege of a long chaste of magic, but her magic wasn't pathetic and it seemed the coven was in need of more summoners. She was accepted. She also followed Liam to the altar that day. [break][break]
She would have been more than happy to take her husband's name—she loved him so much, it made sense for her to want to keep a piece of him in her name, as well. The then eighteen year old also wanted something of her own, though. A name to call her own. So she chose Afolayan, a name that did not at all reflect her past, but she hoped would reflect her future. [break][break]
That day, the couple would each have two new names to remember; two new names to treasure and protect.
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Eleanor would soon learn that happily ever afters weren't final, and even princesses living in their fairy tales had their own set of issues to deal with. [break][break]
Her darling husband was often away on missions to reinforce protective barriers, rescue the citizens of Salem, stabilize rupture points. As a veteran, he was paid well, much better than she and her lowly rank would allow, and she was proud. Proud, but lonely. As much as they needed the money, or perhaps even more than they needed the money, she needed her husband around. [break][break]
Eventually, she'd make friends in the coven. With her past concealed and the cover of their new riches, nothing looked quite amiss when she tried to interact with her fellow Knights. Nobody suspected her less than ideal background. [break][break]
Slowly, she rose in the ranks, wearing that red crest proudly, even if the odd missions she took were nothing quite deserving of praise. Would she ever reach the point from which her husband looked on? Would she ever be able to stand by his side? The contrast between work and their personal lives were enough to dampen her mood when she thought him not present. [break][break]
When she finally, finally became a novice, she was allowed to start tagging along for bigger missions, rescue missions, raids and the like. She was never near an actual rupture—she suspected, just as she suspected that Liam had in time had a role in her relatively smooth entrance into the Helios Knights, that he was keeping her away from the really dangerous missions—but facing those rare weakened monsters made her feel useful. [break][break]
It also trumped her goals of further progression.
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For a short period of time, Eleanor dabbled into Transfiguration. If she couldn't be allowed into stabilizing raids, she would at least make herself useful by learning how to heal the body and soothe the soul. Time and time again, she procured to aid those hurt outside of the city walls, as well as those inside. For the first time, she felt like she was finally making a difference—saving people's lives. [break][break]
Her venture was exhausting, however. Her natural affinity for Summoning already left her exhausted beyond measure whenever she used her own pool of mana to do virtually anything. Now, on top of that, she was attempting to manipulate the very essence of objects and living beings around her. Still, it made her happy, and she often found herself neglecting to hone her summoning skills in favor of learning new ways to heal a broken body. [break][break]
Eleanor also found friends she could truly trust, beyond Liam. Although Dizzy and Hugo were younger than her, she often found herself hanging out with them when Liam was out on another of his heroic adventures, and they often found themselves taking missions together. Over time, she started to see little brothers in them. [break][break]
And then there was Nina. Small, precious Nina. The ray of sunlight in her personal Plato's Cave. She left for a few months on maternal leave, and she was back in the same shape as when she'd left due to some miracle of metabolism and magic. Few cared to ask what it was that had kept her away for so long, and those who did were met with very vague answers about someone named (nicknamed?) "puppy," and something about having to take care of her “sunflower.” [break][break]
She was twenty-six and her indiscriminate usage of magic was consuming her inside and she had no hopes for ranking up anymore, but she was happy. No woman could have asked for more.
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The rupture was supposed to be dormant. It was supposed to be safe. No one was supposed to get hurt. It was a simple, effortless mission: inspect the perimeter, replace any lanterns that needed replacing, maybe fight off any stray monsters still roaming the place. Nothing she hadn't done already. Nothing she couldn't lead Dizzy, Hugo, and the other handful of witches designated to go with them through. [break][break]
She was wrong. The reconnaissance party was wrong. They were ambushed by more monsters than they could handle, and it was only through personal losses that they'd learn of the reason behind their respawn rate being so much faster than the rate at which they got rid of the monsters. [break][break]
Eleanor distinctly remembers the sound of one of their teammates being devoured by darkness just as he retold the strange ritual he'd witnessed, seconds earlier, to them over their Team Spirit link. She dreams about it, even now. Those restless nights have become a constant in her new life in Eclipse Town, far from the dangers of ruptures and the hypocrisy of the Helios Knights that once bowed to protect Salem no matter the cost. [break][break]
She also remembers watching those rogue witches make fallen creatures rise from the dead before she called everyone back. They were to pull back and report to their higher-ups immediately. It was a terrifying sight, but Eleanor was overcome with a strange fascination for it that she refused to admit until years later. [break][break]
The entire group was looked down upon and ridiculed, when they eventually made their way back to Sundial, to the Helios Knights' Hall. It baffled her. After the traumatic event they'd gone through, after all the pain and the hurt and the losses, after Dizzy's loss, all they received was the order to keep their mouths shut and public humiliation. Not even the assurance that they would look into this strange and terribly dangerous form of magic was given. [break][break]
She and Hugo decided to leave that very night. It wasn't a decision reached collectively, but deep inside they knew neither of them could continue taking orders from the coven that had let them down when it mattered most. A silent agreement was made when they found each other at Dizzy's place: they could not let him risk his life by taking the same path they were about to, not after his familiar was so heavily injured. So they drugged him. He could not be awake when they left. [break][break]
Two figures slipped out into the night, one after the other, after carefully placing their Knight's Crests in the sleeping Dismas's clenched fist. [break][break]
One of them to pack up and take her child and husband far away, to a remote town where nobody would care about her or the terrors she witnessed, to a place where she could allow grief to overcome her and never again touch any of her old transfiguration scrolls. The other? She didn't know, didn't dare to ask, but she hoped with all her might that it was somewhere safe.
ONCE UPON A TIME
in a land far, far away
The Hovel was no place for a sweet young girl with big, dreamy eyes and a pretty, round face that grew thinner and thinner as malnourishment kicked in to be raised in, but that was where Eleanor Afolayan was born. It was where she grew up, where she lived until she came of age. She was just Eleanor, back then, to be precise. "Just Eleanor," she'd introduce herself as, to anyone who cared to listen. [break][break]
She doesn't remember when things started to change for the better; only remembers who was the reason they changed. How, when he came into her life, she found herself looking forward to the morrow in which he would come visit her, or maybe she visit him. [break][break]
The world wasn't cold or cruel, it couldn't be if it allowed someone like him to walk on it. [break][break]
He was kind, and he was just, and he wanted to make the world a better place. For people like Eleanor, but also for people like him. Liam Cellwise was not rich and he did not come from a famous, prestigious family of witches. He was, however, better off than most living in the Hovel, and he took it upon himself to shorten the gap between them and the rich and famous. He was as much a Knight as his title suggested. [break][break]
Eleanor followed him into the Helios Knights when she turned eighteen. She may not have had the privilege of a long chaste of magic, but her magic wasn't pathetic and it seemed the coven was in need of more summoners. She was accepted. She also followed Liam to the altar that day. [break][break]
She would have been more than happy to take her husband's name—she loved him so much, it made sense for her to want to keep a piece of him in her name, as well. The then eighteen year old also wanted something of her own, though. A name to call her own. So she chose Afolayan, a name that did not at all reflect her past, but she hoped would reflect her future. [break][break]
That day, the couple would each have two new names to remember; two new names to treasure and protect.
[break][break][break][break]
THE PRINCESS AND THE PAUPER
starring the pauper posing as princess
Eleanor would soon learn that happily ever afters weren't final, and even princesses living in their fairy tales had their own set of issues to deal with. [break][break]
Her darling husband was often away on missions to reinforce protective barriers, rescue the citizens of Salem, stabilize rupture points. As a veteran, he was paid well, much better than she and her lowly rank would allow, and she was proud. Proud, but lonely. As much as they needed the money, or perhaps even more than they needed the money, she needed her husband around. [break][break]
Eventually, she'd make friends in the coven. With her past concealed and the cover of their new riches, nothing looked quite amiss when she tried to interact with her fellow Knights. Nobody suspected her less than ideal background. [break][break]
Slowly, she rose in the ranks, wearing that red crest proudly, even if the odd missions she took were nothing quite deserving of praise. Would she ever reach the point from which her husband looked on? Would she ever be able to stand by his side? The contrast between work and their personal lives were enough to dampen her mood when she thought him not present. [break][break]
When she finally, finally became a novice, she was allowed to start tagging along for bigger missions, rescue missions, raids and the like. She was never near an actual rupture—she suspected, just as she suspected that Liam had in time had a role in her relatively smooth entrance into the Helios Knights, that he was keeping her away from the really dangerous missions—but facing those rare weakened monsters made her feel useful. [break][break]
It also trumped her goals of further progression.
[break][break][break][break]
EQUIVALENT EXCHANGE
three happy thoughts for a sad one—isn't it?
For a short period of time, Eleanor dabbled into Transfiguration. If she couldn't be allowed into stabilizing raids, she would at least make herself useful by learning how to heal the body and soothe the soul. Time and time again, she procured to aid those hurt outside of the city walls, as well as those inside. For the first time, she felt like she was finally making a difference—saving people's lives. [break][break]
Her venture was exhausting, however. Her natural affinity for Summoning already left her exhausted beyond measure whenever she used her own pool of mana to do virtually anything. Now, on top of that, she was attempting to manipulate the very essence of objects and living beings around her. Still, it made her happy, and she often found herself neglecting to hone her summoning skills in favor of learning new ways to heal a broken body. [break][break]
Eleanor also found friends she could truly trust, beyond Liam. Although Dizzy and Hugo were younger than her, she often found herself hanging out with them when Liam was out on another of his heroic adventures, and they often found themselves taking missions together. Over time, she started to see little brothers in them. [break][break]
And then there was Nina. Small, precious Nina. The ray of sunlight in her personal Plato's Cave. She left for a few months on maternal leave, and she was back in the same shape as when she'd left due to some miracle of metabolism and magic. Few cared to ask what it was that had kept her away for so long, and those who did were met with very vague answers about someone named (nicknamed?) "puppy," and something about having to take care of her “sunflower.” [break][break]
She was twenty-six and her indiscriminate usage of magic was consuming her inside and she had no hopes for ranking up anymore, but she was happy. No woman could have asked for more.
[break][break][break][break]
UNHAPPILY EVER AFTER
the end comes too soon
The rupture was supposed to be dormant. It was supposed to be safe. No one was supposed to get hurt. It was a simple, effortless mission: inspect the perimeter, replace any lanterns that needed replacing, maybe fight off any stray monsters still roaming the place. Nothing she hadn't done already. Nothing she couldn't lead Dizzy, Hugo, and the other handful of witches designated to go with them through. [break][break]
She was wrong. The reconnaissance party was wrong. They were ambushed by more monsters than they could handle, and it was only through personal losses that they'd learn of the reason behind their respawn rate being so much faster than the rate at which they got rid of the monsters. [break][break]
Eleanor distinctly remembers the sound of one of their teammates being devoured by darkness just as he retold the strange ritual he'd witnessed, seconds earlier, to them over their Team Spirit link. She dreams about it, even now. Those restless nights have become a constant in her new life in Eclipse Town, far from the dangers of ruptures and the hypocrisy of the Helios Knights that once bowed to protect Salem no matter the cost. [break][break]
She also remembers watching those rogue witches make fallen creatures rise from the dead before she called everyone back. They were to pull back and report to their higher-ups immediately. It was a terrifying sight, but Eleanor was overcome with a strange fascination for it that she refused to admit until years later. [break][break]
The entire group was looked down upon and ridiculed, when they eventually made their way back to Sundial, to the Helios Knights' Hall. It baffled her. After the traumatic event they'd gone through, after all the pain and the hurt and the losses, after Dizzy's loss, all they received was the order to keep their mouths shut and public humiliation. Not even the assurance that they would look into this strange and terribly dangerous form of magic was given. [break][break]
She and Hugo decided to leave that very night. It wasn't a decision reached collectively, but deep inside they knew neither of them could continue taking orders from the coven that had let them down when it mattered most. A silent agreement was made when they found each other at Dizzy's place: they could not let him risk his life by taking the same path they were about to, not after his familiar was so heavily injured. So they drugged him. He could not be awake when they left. [break][break]
Two figures slipped out into the night, one after the other, after carefully placing their Knight's Crests in the sleeping Dismas's clenched fist. [break][break]
One of them to pack up and take her child and husband far away, to a remote town where nobody would care about her or the terrors she witnessed, to a place where she could allow grief to overcome her and never again touch any of her old transfiguration scrolls. The other? She didn't know, didn't dare to ask, but she hoped with all her might that it was somewhere safe.
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