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I still remember my first contact with her. [break][break]

She wasn’t the kind of girl that you would forget, once you’ve laid your eye on her once.[break][break]

I’m not talking about the unnatural sternness or the unnervingly chill manner she carried herself with, which you will know immediately once you’ve spent at least a minute in her presence.[break][break]

Not the invisible pressure that surrounded her and the precise, machine-like movement.[break][break]

Nor the innumerable glories that she held to her name and title, all of which when amassed, would surpass any valiant soldier’s heap of stories on the battlefield they would tell.[break][break]

Not even when her doll-like face held no expression, you could see in her eyes her limpid and fiercely burning soul that seems to smolder in the blue. And they were focused on me, sharp and skilled like a hawk anticipating my motives from a distance.[break][break]

No, not even that.[break][break]

Well, I would say that her youthful and pretty face beneath the Auri braided turquoise hair, made me feel a small bit of pity. I almost doubted that a small girl like her was this World’s saviour and hero.[break][break]

But she would stare at me, before that gaze was wrenched away when my companions would launch the first throes of their assault against her Scions.[break][break]

And I wonder if she could make a different expression than the iron-clad look she wore.[break][break]

That fitted, steel breastplate is tempting me to consider, whether her skin hidden beneath the metal and armour was the same lubricious, milky-white hues of her face.[break][break]

I would quietly sigh inside, thinking how wasteful it would be once that face would be stained red with her own blood.