The Amber Sword

Fernzan's envoy had left the March Laurel terrace, with the smell of burning in the air, and the leaves dancing in the air with the night breeze, but the wind eventually changed direction.

The Pokémon guard dispersed everyone on the terrace.

Only St. Osor and her knights left after the wind, as well as the hunter's two brothers.

With the exception of the wind back ring on the white index finger, everyone in the room did the same thing, and the sky of the Wind Elf Palace sank slightly.

The rings in their hands lit up one after the other.

I wonder who mourns the dead, and the elves mourn and the distant singing songs come in far from the court.

From the wind,

sheltered by the wind,

O Children of Osomir!

Why don't you go home?

……

Back to the wind,

By the wind,

The soul of England is gone.

Sleep forever.

Saint Osor listens to this song.

It was as if she remembered her childhood - when the moon covered the valley and the elders told the myths and legends of ancient times in the forest, unlike the faint berths of many elves, who had dreamed of a heroic life.

But there was a time when heroes were destined to be laid--

“Gilt, Finn Zan, are you all right...? ”

A thousand years later, the moonlight is still pure, but the story of the moon is more than a thousand years old. After the canvassing of the sand fields, all that has passed can only fade away in time.

That's all only a few people remember.

When this minority also passed away, those moments that belonged to the past stagnated permanently.

The Elf Mistress blinked gently, as if she had sand in her eyes. She picked up the ring and raised it high, and the knights did the same.

An era is over.

But new stories always have a page to turn around.

One ring turned from their hands into a stream of light and flew over the sky.

“Farewell, my friend, farewell, Your Majesty -" The knight who lost his ring saluted his colleagues and the elf knights behind the wind.

His slightly fluorescent body gradually disappeared from underfoot, then half-body, and eventually the whole person turned into a little bit of light and dust and passed away with the wind.

“Farewell, millennium promise, we never regret it. ”

“If time flies back--”

“We believe,”

“Victory remains the same. ”

The knights bowed to St. Osor behind the wind, and their shapes gradually faded into scattered dust.

Saint Osor wiped her eyes, and she did not weep, because it was not the weakness of the wise. Heroes were born to shelter the world. They should not have felt sad, but at this moment the wind and sand were too great and they were lost in the eyes.

This is a reunion in the millennium.

But it's also the last goodbye.

She's always luckier than everyone else, because at least it's too late to say goodbye, and it's like seeing Ellenta, that tall shadow in her lost eyes. St. Osor moved his lips, wondering whether it should be called ‘Big Human Woman’ or 'Sister Ellanta’.

Pokémon's face was calm, but she looked in that direction somewhat faintly - although there was nothing there but scattered laurel leaves.

“Our lives are like a circle, and it has a beginning and an end, but when that moment comes, it's like we're back to where we started ——”

“Finn Zan, can you please stop saying these messy words, you are not a poet...”

“Oh, St. Osor, I doubt the two of us are elves. Do you have elves like you? Don't I remember the elves have a deep understanding of art and beauty? ”

“There's always an exception. That's what I am. To be honest, I also pursue a romantic life, but my romance is a sword shadow, not a poetic painting--"

“That's true. But San Osor, seriously, me, Cruz, and Ellenta are all human beings, and you're an elf, and one day we're all gonna grow old, but you're gonna live a long, long life, and then you'll know what that means ——”

“I'd rather not understand, though you are human beings, that as long as you grow stronger, you will have a long life, even longer than our elves, won't you? ”

“Oh, that's true. ”

Slipping as if it were not tears, but stars and glows.

‘Tap...’

Paia felt a cold back of her hand.

She was slightly stunned and when she lowered her head she saw a wet mark there, and the crystalline beads were sliding backwards against her fingertips. “My lord...” she looked up at the latter with surprise.

Elf Sister's lower body has faded to almost one phantom.

She blinked her eyes and smiled back at her, reaching left and right and gently touching her hunter's sister's head. "Remember what I said to you? ”

“Sir, are you leaving too...?” Aruta raised her head and looked at the elf sister, who taught him and her swordsmanship and archery, and gave them the care of a mother, and asked.

Though not for long, the relationship between the three of them is rather tight.

“There is no such thing as an undivided feast, Aruta. ”

“But where's Mr. Brando?” Aruta held her heart and asked: “Didn't you promise to go back and see him? ”

“It's not the first time I've lied to him.” A little smile behind the wind: “He's an idiot. ”

Aruta looked at her with determination.

Paia was the same, but her sister was always stronger than her brother, and she walked over and gently pressed her brother's shoulder from behind.

My brother's eyelids quickly turned red.

“But I don't want you to go, my lord...”

“That's not gonna work.” St. Osor laughed a lot: “There are more important people waiting for me, Aruta, you're young, and in the future you'll go to many places, you'll see many things, you'll meet many people. There's always so many of these people that it's worth the wait of your life--”

“Are there others waiting for you, my lord?” Aruta asks, "Are they the King of Fire and Lord Fanzan? ”

“You're smart, but not just them.” The Elf Sister sighed, and the tone of her memories was already in the tone.

What a glorious and eye-catching time--

So many people.

So many legends.

But the end has passed.

The light and dust of the stars are scattered in the night sky...

The hunter brothers looked up at the final farewell, but just as the two of them didn't understand what it all meant, so did many people in Warnde this evening.

History has turned a new page.

The names that belong to the past are finally dust sealed under the pages.

The third stream of light in the darkness has penetrated, instantly blending into Brando's body.

“The staff of the wind! ”

The third light reflected in the white eye has shocked her into silence.

The wind sword - the dome is almost shaped, just short of the last of the wind's jewels, but Lut and White in the presence suddenly saw Brando shed tears at this moment.

Because he hears only one voice echoing in his heart:

“The way to go is up to you, little man. Come on...”

That voice was so familiar that it instantly made him understand what had happened.

“Goodbye, my lord. ”

“Goodbye, little man. ”

This is perhaps the last message of an era.

……

There is a sigh in the darkness.

Finn praised the bells of the morning twilight, before and after the two Popes watched the lost starlight pass away from the eastern sky, the sky had hidden a glimmer of white light, and this gloomy earth finally ushered in another day of sunrise.

Outside the palace, on the terrace, Ellanta's figure is long gone.

Birds and birds fluttered their wings over the canopy, monks in white robes running in the courtyard, a pillar of light rising from the temple of Ora Missouri, where the divine power rests.

The golden light intersects with the dawn of the distant sky.

Everybody, look at it.

Watching it glow and fade away a little bit.

Among the great glaciers far away, beneath the ice layer of 10,000 loads of cold ice, suddenly the light flashed, and the range of thousands of miles was a roar.

William turned around in the middle of the sky, and his eyes mirrored the collapse of the mountains, hundreds of snowy mountains collapsing downwards in his sight, turning into powder.

“The Sound of the Holy Thing--”

He hesitated for a moment before flying in that direction.

Seven swords are hanging alone in the stars beside Brando.

But only two of them had entities, and one lacked the final law, when the void light in the universe appeared, yet the next moment it suddenly dimmed.

“Someone has bound the will of the jewels of the wind!” Ruth hated the sound: “How could he do that, and how could a mortal be so selfish! ”

“The Cold Ice Wand has not responded to the call, it is not enough, not enough time -” the white face is also a bit ugly.

But she didn't really feel worthless for Brando, but because now that she and Brando are grasshoppers on a rope, the more Brando gets, the more confident she naturally is.

After all, she never considered herself selfless, but she never needed to be selfless.

It's just that, in any case, perhaps nobody wants to see this World Cup destroyed except the real lunatics, because nobody wants to die.

Not even dead spirits--

An immortal gaze was staring at the dome of the skeletal palace. It took a long time for her to smile. The white air from her mouth turned into ice fog and sand landed on the ground.

Darkness and death all crawled beneath her feet, bloody roses spreading from the white bones beneath her throne.

It's a plant from hell that drinks blood.

“You can't take anything from me. ”

The Supreme Lord shook his head gently.

She threw out a token in her hand that looked like mercury.

The scepter sounded and the body glowed brightly, but quickly dimmed.

“All things,”

“Only submissive...”

……