((OOC: Holy crap, things got weird in my absence... time to clean up! This time I used Bernkastel a little bit too, hopefully I did no harm to your storyline miss. If so, please tell me, so that I can change it in time.
And Juno, yes, Kari and Vel are with you too. I have read all the posts since my last visit, and nothing proves otherwise
By the way, in this post I am including the "Idol" word, which is some new title I made up, actually during the HHH project, so here's a short simple explanation for you guys. An Idol is the person in charge of a specific holiday - all Idols are very powerful as you might know already. Examples of Idols in the RP includes Santa Claus, as the former Idol of Christmas, and the Mad King, later succeeded by the Legion King, as the Idol of Halloween, and Cupid as the Idol of Valentine.))
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Captain Am'ar Kardos ~ And There I was...
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So there I was - in the middle of the Valley of Christmas on the 24th of December. My foe had been slain, or so it would seem, and her lifeless body lied below my leathery boot - yet nothing felt right, even after the mistress' death that I had wished for so long. The powerful Christmas Spirit that we all witnessed last year was nowhere to be found. I only felt the cold snowflakes flowing through the air, not in the cozy harmonic way that I recalled from last Christmas - no, they moved numbly towards the corrupted flat ground, landing quietly upon what little was left of the pitch black ruins of miss Bernkastel's citadel.
I had overseen the battlefield for a while. A confusing and bloody scene that I could never been able to imagine before it came to be. And all this on Christmas Eve. Children were supposed to have gotten their presents about now, and people would celebrate with their families and friends on this holiday, but no. I looked around once again, watching passively by as my personally favorite holiday had been turned into a bloodshed among friends and allies. I realized now that after the mistress' death, we had turned against each other instead - The Mad King's soulless army from the Destruction World fought against Angels that had come to aid Paillan from the heavens. My closest allies had joined either side, or stood confused between them, like myself...
It was now that I realized it. I had destroyed Christmas. I was the reason people were fighting, and I was to blame for the holiday being ruined.
I looked down to the arch-rival that had died so unexpected and sudden, and not even by my hand as I had hoped a few days ago. Curiosity rose within me; Who actually killed her? Who dealt the finishing blow?
I tipped her body over with my boot, and to my surprise I found an arrow sticking out from her chest - a very special arrow only one person would use. Cupid, the Idol of Valentine and God of Love. But how? He wasn't even here... was my eyes playing tricks on me? Had the manipulative words of Legion King finally pierced my sanity? Or was it the depressing reality, that created images in my head? All I could say for sure was that I could see one of Cupid's magical arrows sticking out from her chest. Real or not, it was definitely there!
I knelt down, to inspect it further and satisfy my curiosity. Suddenly Bernkastel's body started to glow. The sunglasses was not enough for my sensitive eyes, which forced me to cover for the light with my palm. When the light had disappeared, and I looked again, I was surprised to find Bernkastel back in her young body, from before her godly mutation, unharmed and without even a single scratch on the old beautiful dress of hers. Her face... her face looked innocent, like I had only seen it at the beginning of last year's Christmas adventure. A sight I never knew how much I missed, before this very second.
Apparently no one but myself had noticed this odd change in the mistress' appearance, as anyone was busy fighting each other, forgetting the very reason for celebrating Christmas.. to love instead of hate, to share instead of take, and to be together, instead of falling apart, like we had done this evening...
After being enlightened by my own thoughts, I had no urge to join any fight around me. I had realized my fight was with myself, not with anyone else, and it had taken me way too long to be victorious.
"Thanks Cupid" I whispered to the Idol, and tried look for him somewhere in the horizon, but he was nowhere to be seen. Yet I felt his loving presence within my heart, and it inspired me to rise back up from the beautiful corpse of my arch-rival.
"Stop this madness, everyone of you!!" I shouted.