Ashes and Kingdoms

In a world of tranquillity, the tide only buzzes.

The wind stroked her scarred cheeks at night. Finn looks up at the moonless sky and narrows his eyes to the starlight.

Nanais night is peaceful. There is no longer much need for a sleepless turn, and the pair patrol only to be cautious during the New Moon. Finn was alone now. Finn and Lena, to be exact, though.

Out of town, kneeling by a small incendiary fire, he was remembering various things.

After the empire unilaterally “isolated” the north, in Nanais, a republican system by parliament was eventually chosen. Oandus continues to be chairman for the time being, but he has consulted Orsina and Kveris and others to rework previous imperial laws and is also in the process of making adjustments to the system itself.

Finn, along with Mac and Plast, was being chased to deal with migrants from all over the place. We'll just clean up what's in front of us anyway, from where we'll build new homes, from sourcing materials to distributing farmland.

When I looked east, I saw a black shadow cutting through the starry sky. It's the wreckage of the windmill shed. The population of Nanais is also growing, and the fact that it is inconvenient to have a powder shop when it is time for boulders means that the reconstruction is progressing little by little. A water truck was also built on the Ferre River, which flows through the suburbs.

Finn stared at the windmill shadow with nostalgic eyes.

The work of the miller was never easy. During the busy period I turned my mortar all night long, and my eyes itched all the time with a fine crust tickling into my hair. At a time when there were no powder grinding jobs, daily food had to be obtained by plowing fields, diving into the sea and finesse, which could not be described as a stable life. Still, I miss the old days.

(I know)

Finn meditates his eyes and tells himself:

You shouldn't be caught up in archaic feelings forever. You'll never be able to take back what's gone. Neither mediocre human life, nor a time of trust when no one thought of the country as doomed. Beautified to the point of being in love, it just keeps getting further and further away.

(Even now, I have a pretty normal life too. Nanais is calm and surviving today is not the best situation)

Sometimes I grind wheat in my hand for my busy family, and sometimes I swim in the ocean to distract them. I walked on two legs without flying in the sky if I didn't have to, and lately I finally learned how to paint the lacquer by teaching plast.

Without being frightened by the dark beasts and human violence, the people of the city are living a life of planning and looking to the future, three days later, next month….

Not everything has been lost.

Some of the ashed nanice could have saved a little.

It's quiet.

Finn sighed and flipped over the grass.

I never thought the night would be so calm.

Crush with emotion. Lena's consciousness agreed softly. You're half asleep, no words. Nor did the beast of darkness, wandering far away, alert her any longer.

Blue light point hidden in the shadows. He used to wave his sword at it so that he could be driven to fear and despair, but now he feels nothing. It's peaceful and idyllic.

- And there were signs of accidental bottom cooling.

Finn jumps up and sits up, staring into the dark. Footsteps like stepping on a frost column approached me sharply. The darkness is so thick and stiff, and in its center, a pale light lights up.

Kushina.

A cold voice reached the spirit. Finn de-alerts, but still nervous, relative to it.

"You weren't drawn to the south, were you?"

In Finn's reply, the blue light narrows. Huh, and I heard a breath similar to laughter.

I, Raha's Even, subtract.

"Indeed."

Finn nods and looks around the area. The night is quiet, not least because the animosity of the Dark Families has completely diminished. Because their numbers themselves have decreased. Attracted by “hunger," he ate little by little.

"But we've lost a lot, too."

Attacked by the family of darkness, killing each other, and swallowed by famine at the end. The whole of Diatius has been completely idle.

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A slight sign of irony. Finn couldn't answer. Indeed, people and dark families have fallen dramatically, allowing each other, to some extent, to choose and live wherever they like. We never corner each other in a territorial battle. But how long will it last?

As I read Finn's insides, the Dark Wolf leaked a little laughter again.

"Forget Lehassenu. Man heno hostile alert.

"... and we'll never forget it."

Finn replied, biting away the memory of the first night on duty.

"I will never forget. Never again, ever have the same night as that one."

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Leaving behind chilling hostility and contempt, the wolf fades.

Even after the signs of dark darkness disappeared, Finn stared there.

Eventually, white muscles float on the dark ground. As if the cobblestone on the street woke up from the bottom of a deep sleep.

As the stars blinked, dwindled and lurked their breath, the world rose in thin lights and the birds began to chirp.

Are you aware of that?

Lena's voice whispered inadvertently. Finn blinks his eyes, leans back to sleep, I guess. It's a little voice, like it's in the middle of nowhere.

The first time I found Finn, she was beautiful. It's prettier now.

…………

Sleeping words, absolutely.

Finn thinks so, and he suffers from weakness. I thought I'd leave it unanswered, but unconsciously he was smiling bitterly.

I don't know for myself. But if you're right... that's because everyone was there. You, your father, your mother, Nellis, Mac... everyone.

There were people who wanted to protect me, places I wanted to go, and everyone supported me in many ways. So far, I was able to come without losing hope. It's not just my own will.

When Finn was grateful, on top of that, a pompous, bubbly inquiry arose.

Did you want to be with everyone?

It was a question that I knew the answer to. I'm sorry, instead of apologizing, to share my admiration and loneliness.

[Oh] Finn affirmed honestly. But even now, it's not entirely different. At least not for a while... >

Not while everyone's alive. Not until the people who know the old Finn are old enough to die.

"I think I can stay like this. Besides, it's not that pessimistic because it changes. You'll always be with me."

He said, pulling his lips together.

Seems like a cliché love dialogue, but the thoughts put in there are different. Whatever happens, whatever happens, you will never be alone as long as there is a bond that shares life and power. And as long as his companion is a dragon, he will not succumb to despair.

In response to his will, both in spirit and in the outside world, at the same time, the light spread its wings.

- It's dawn.

From the scarlet skies of the east, a golden arrow is unleashed. When a singing inquiry arrived from the other side of the glowing ceiling, at Finn's disposal, Diaion resonated.

"Morning, Finn."

Beside, the flutter and light swirl, and Lena reveals herself. Finn nodded, good morning, and smiled. Another new day begins, with relief and joy in it.

One nation has perished.

It's not like there's a date I can assure you when.

Many shall be the end of the empire with the northern renunciation of September 1090. Yet one shall perish in the days when the name of the empire shall disappear from the map, and another shall, sooner, in the month of May 187, with the birth of the nascent Nanaith, consider the empire to have already fallen apart.

In any case, for those who lived in those days, there is only one fact.

The fact that something big that was protecting us has been lost.

Many cities and villages returned to ashes.

Culture and art were abandoned, and tangible intangibles that had been handed down disappeared with dust.

Death and doom, loss. But at the same time, it became a vegetable that raised new stars, and gave rise to many nations.

that the time will come, once again full of bright light, after having crossed it, for several small kingdoms to take some time now until they mature through a cradle period far from order and stability,

- Not yet, they don't.

[Ends]