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"Hey Dainslief! Wanna go out and spar with me? We've got a long day ahead of us, and you're out here picking flowers or what?"

'Is that me?'

"Amerie, are you neglecting your duties again?" Dainsleif happened to be standing by the garden, where there happened to be a long plant that almost resembled a tusk.

'Oh, not me. Amerie? Isn't that the person Dainsleif mentioned before?'

"Neglect? No way, as a royal guard I would never. Khaenri'ah needs us, don't they? Why would I be loitering around?" The stern glare Dainsleif was giving her started to creep up on her nerves.

"Really? How so?"

"....I'm going to go find Halfdan..." she turned the other way, placing a hand on the nape of her neck. Rubbing it gently.

"Amerie, get back here." Dainsleif, had more of a reprimanding but also demanding kind of voice when he talked. Making her nervously turn back around.

"What if I say no?" That was a dangerous question to ask; she knows fully well after knowing each other for all eternity, that she should never provoke Dainsleif.

"Is that provocation that I hear?" His eyes narrowed, as if he were to strike at her any second. Making her antsy, and shift her feet on the grass, slowly. And ready to run.

Amerie was always great at running away.

Because when you run away, you know that the target is you. And that you, should be running away from the person that's chasing you. Which gives you the most determination and motivation to escape in your entire life.

So she should run.

Y/n had been sitting on the ground, in a more comfortable and cushioned chair inside of her mind. And she was rather happy to be here.

Even though happy had never been in her vocabulary her entire life before.

Amerie was dodging and knocking down barrels as the handsome blonde man was chasing her through the grounds.

Two royal guards running around?

Now that's a sight to see.

If this were to be one of those horror films, where the woman keeps running away to avoid the killer, but gets caught—

Y/n probably would have let the killer get her if the killer happened to look like Dainsleif.

Even though she has the power to be able to escape his grasps, most likely definitely if he knew how to counterattack her visions.

Ah, getting off track. Apologies.

They were weaving things in the way, running through the garden entrance, going to opposite way of the garden, actually.

There, they happened to have been on the palace grounds this time. The grand building, which held the towering and blinding light. You could see it from miles and miles away.

Amerie leaned back, to avoid a sword that was thrusted towards her head. And she stared at the shining blade that reflected herself. Then back at the wielder.

"What's the matter? I thought you wanted to spar?" Dainsleif had a satire smirk on his face, and felt as if Amerie was being analyzed of everything about her.

"I did say that." She ducked when he swung, and immediately placed her hand on the hilt of her own sword.

Without a moment of rest, she pulled out her own blade, blocking Dainsleif's own. Pushing it away, did she push the man away as well. Creating a decent amount of distance, and enough time to think of something.

There, then was a strong breeze. However it felt rather mildly humid in a way. As she stood firmly on the ground, regrettably, reaping what she sowed.

And provocation at its finest.

Dansleif was rather prone to provocation that was directed towards him. But only by Amerie.

There were loud sounds of swords colliding against each other in a battle like moment. The sparring session more or less sounded, and looked rather serious by outsiders.

But some sword experts might even call it some kind of love call. For people who don't know how to express how they're feeling, they usually take it out in a fight.

So if a pianist was feeling upset, they might play Chopin, or something of the sort.

"Hey Dainsleif, Amerie!" A cheerful voice, that certainly didn't fit their competitive atmosphere shouted towards them.

"Halfdan! Thank shits, you're here." Amerie quickly put away her sword, and dashed towards her savior who looked way too confused at the moment.

"Did I interrupt something?"

"You did. And at the perfect time." Amerie exhaled a tired and relieved breath.

"Captain, you've got to stop letting her provoke you so easily all the time." He laughed full heartedly, ignoring the cursed Amerie was throwing his way.

"I am not, provoked by this buffering excuse of a royal guard." Dainsleif chuckled to himself, as he walked over to the two.

"Sure you aren't granddaddy." Amerie mumbled. "So how's the royal family doing right now?"

Halfdan looked at the castle, "I'd say they're doing good right now. Did you know their dark blue hair looks like the bottom of the ocean or something? But much brighter, as if there was the sun lighting it up, even how far down the water is."

Amerie and Dansleif were silent when they heard his exclaim, and looked at each other.

"That's... rather specific and detailed." Dainsleif commented.

"Yes, I've drowned at the very bottom before, and it looked exactly like that." He laughed again, like it was completely normal.

"How do you drown at the very bottom, but still be conscious?" Amerie asked, bewildered.

"Skill." He answered. And he even looked proud of his answer.

"I mean, it is impressive. But also concerning."

"Deeply concerning. How did you make it out?" Dainsleif asked.

Halfdan put a hand under his chin, in the very cliché, 'thinking pose.' And he looked like he got his answer, "I was fished out of the ocean, of course."

"By who?"

"The king, actually."

"What?!" Amerie shouted, as Dainsleif sounded just as shocked as she was. "Why the king?"

"He saw me drowning, and managed to get me out." He looked at them weirdly, because he thought it was such an obvious answer.

"We're not getting anywhere." Amerie whispered to Dainsleif.

"I know that." He whispered back.

And in the end, they just finished the conversation then and there.

Where did those calm, days go? The days where they could roam around this place freely?

Amerie had images, and flashbacks that she hasn't seen before. More or less, especially things she could have reckon were the past lives.

In short, she held the memories of her past self that she saw.

And knew there was one mission that had been placed, every time she would reawaken her reincarnate memories.

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Something else gets yelled about.

"̶̧̧̛̛̯̹̤̫̼̪̩̼̺͖̥̻͍̤̰͇̺̮̤̫̣̤͔̥͍̳̣̄͛͆̅̈́̐̍͑͗̔̎̽͆̿̔̃͊́̇̋̈́̾̀̈́̓̅̅͘͘̕̕̕͜͝͠ͅE̸̮̊́̒̉̒̃̂̃͆͗̍͐̓̀̾͗̓͑̔̑̇͗̕͝͝v̵͈͇̭̱̖͈̳̭̲̦͕̍̽̎̿̍́̈́̈̓̾̃͑͐͊̀̇̆̚̚̚̚͠͠͠͝͝a̵̡̨̨̳̦͇̰͔͕̗̱̖̤̤͖͍͍̞͖͇̞̝̺͎͇̗̠̣͔͎͙̮̮͉̗͛̒̀͊͑̊͊̆̂̅͑͑͋̓̈́̅̀͗͐̒̚̚͝͝ͅc̴̛̛͈̪̗͈͔̺̰͎̼̮͎̟̄͑̔̅͌͌̄̒͛̀͛̿̅̆͒̏̃̓̓́̄̈̃̍̾̌͘̚͝͠ǘ̷̯͚̗͖̦͍̥̰̗̣̦̯̯͕̘̗̼̩͖̹̰̘͉̤̦̠̳͙̒͆̇͂̿̃̈̀̓̉̐͊̆̓͌̍̌͋̉̉͊̓̏̓̒͑̓͠͝͝͝͝ạ̶̛͇̳̰̟̊̃̏͂͒̄̔͂̀̈́͑͂̎̊̑́̂̔́͗̍̍̂̾̂́̕̚̕͝͝ṫ̷̲̮͉̺̫͇͓̜̱̰͉͕e̵̡̱̞̗̥̲̰̺̳͙͖̮̞̮̹̾̂̉͑̔́͜ͅ ̶̢̛̛͉̬̲͕͔̹̼͈̟̘̦͙͕̖̘̖͈͙͉̩͔̝̳͇̰̟͇͉̦͛̃̎́̄̒̏͐̔̆̇̓̅́͂̈́̎̄̀͊̎̔̚͠͠t̵̨̡̢͕͚̞̣̰͕̯̟̟̪̼̞̖̗̯̥̟̝͍̪̤̣͍̔̇̔͑̓͌̓̑̓̔̈̎̔͐̓h̴̛̼̺̳̺͎́̔͌̄̀̔͗͛͆̄̄̑̉͌̑͑͆͐͐͆̌̊̅̎͒́͂̋̏̉̄͐͘͘͠͝ē̶̡̧̢̢͎̭͉̮̘̤̭̗͕͎̪͓̝̱̞̠̣̝͑͊͂̅̽̓̎̔̇͗̄̕͘͜͝͝ͅ ̶̨̢̣͕̞̪̣͓͔̠̥̯̙͖̟̥͖̠̘͈͙͓̞͗̈̈́̾͜p̷̨̭͙̤̠̮͇̜̓̈̍͗́̍͂̽͌́̚̕͝͠ẽ̴̩̣̻̣͖̱͎̬͈̦̥̗͈̩̮͙̣̱͙̹̼̳̱̮̜́͛̊̀͑̃̋̀̉̉̏͒̍̐̍̐̃͑̇͒͌̄̍͆̂͘̚͜͝ͅơ̵̡̡̛̝͔̯̼̮̖͚̘̯̻͎͍̭͉̲͎̬͚̖͚̼͔̥̯̥̜̟̠͓̈̈́̓͐͋̿̿̇̿̆̽̑́̅̓̋̿͆̆̀͐͐̍͝͠p̴̛̙̫̞̜͇͌͗͌̋̍́́̀̑̎̒̇̏͛̈́̆̾̚͠͝ļ̷̨͓̺͚̰̮͈͈̫̣̩͍̳͇̖̲̳̲̮̻̤̰̝͚̺̫̩̳͓̘͑̉̾͋̈̔͗̊̀̓͛̌̅́̈́̍̍̉̇̊̈̋̈́͆͐̀̾͐͝͝ͅȩ̸̨͚̺͕͓͓̯̣̤̭̻̀̅̒̂̌͆̂͆͗͗͋͐̑̄̾̀͐̆̃̂̀̊̉̆̔̍͑͜͝!̴̨̡̡̧̣̣͉̝̟̰̹͇̫̹̖̙͖͕̫͔̥̘̱̱̫̣̼͔͕̰̐"̶̘͍͝

"What?"

Y/n stared at this square image in front of her. It was like a platform. Like she was watching such a dramatic play unfold in front of her, surrounded by this white room.

It was inside her mind, watching this scene happen. And like that, it was glitching and changing—

"AMERIE!"

What a heartbreaking voice that was.

Because the rest was shut off, the square that showed every moment melted. Making her all by herself in this white room inside her mind.

She couldn't comprehend what happened.

Everything was too brief.

There was nothing to understand.

...was there?

Was there anything that was needed to be understood? Or was this all just some made up, traumatic fantasy that she could have thought up on?

But Daisnleif was there.

Khaenri'ah was there.

How would she have imagined all of these specific details?

Everything was confusing.

Everything made her rethink her entire life.

And for sure, not in a humorous way—

But...

It was suffocating.

What more did she need on her mind?

She wanted to get out.

To get out—

To get out— To get out— To get out—

Ah, but there was nothing she could do, was there? And she couldn't even let go of her past either. Was this something she was being told?

If the past keeps coming to her, then was there a reason? Cause she couldn't so much as to try and forget it, and that was frustrating enough.

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A/N: Hey, sorry. Been a while hasn't it?

LET'S HEAR IT FOR ME FOR POSTING ANOTHER CHAPTER FOR ONCE AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!

I was honestly going for this eerie and confusing feeling by the end of this chapter. With glitches and stuff.

This part must've been confusing right?

Lmao I was confused too, so don't worry.

Everything written here hasn't been thought of carefully beforehand that much, so it doesn't connect together very smoothly I think.

But in other words, it's just Y/n in her own mind. Forcefully watching her past memories, of the reincarnates.

I'm trying to leave question behind, hoping for somebody to pick them up and try to read and understand the lore.

It's difficult to understand because of the large gaps between the past chapters and the new ones I've posted, so...

Good luck :)

Happy Summer!!