angelys900

Everyone cheered in unison: Long live the Hero Hiraeth! We had all been through so much, lost so much in the last five years of holy war. 
We cried happily when Hiraeth raised the flag of the Holy Empire high and cut off the head of the last blue demon. 
"My sweet Sasha, tell me what we can still be in this terrible darkness." I never knew how to answer that, not even when I saw her being burned at that stake and crying out for forgiveness from the Mother Goddess of the citizens who once cried out to her. 
"You were the only one who could accept the demon I have now become, Hiraeth."

The Heroine's Lover

Hiraeth glared at them menacingly, making the soldiers step back. She repeated the same words:

"I will ask again: who are you, mere soldiers, to dare block my path?"

The soldiers trembled before her threat, retreating even further as they felt the crushing pressure upon their bodies—every inch of their being, every cell, and atom. There was no one who could stop what was about to unfold.

The soldiers had heard the stories circulating the capital over the past month, tales of this person's conquests. Standing before them was a legend. Those golden eyes, shining like molten gold, hunted them like a hawk stalking its prey.

One of the soldiers attempted to raise his spear to attack Hiraeth. But with a swift motion, she dodged and caught it with her free hand, locking eyes with the young man. He froze, paralyzed with fear.

"Do you truly not understand what is happening here?"

Trial of the Hero (2)