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Hera

Hera smiled at the people around her. All were talking and enjoying their warm beverages. The young woman tried to partake in the cheery discussions, but something kept bothering her. Eventually, she stood to exit the room.

“Hey, Hera, where are you going?” Anne asked now back to her usual happy self.

“I’m…not feeling too well. I think I’m gonna go lay down for a bit.”

“Oh…Okay. Hope you feel better soon!”

Hera allowed herself to smile slightly, “Thanks, Anne.”

Hera slowly climbed the stairs to the second floor. She entered her room with a sigh before shuffling towards the window. …Was it really worth it? Hera stopped too stare at the white snow which covered the ground. Her eyes allowed a single tear to fall. We won. We won the war. We destroyed the key, but why does it feel like we lost …like I lost? For a moment I had the power to make all my wishes come true…Why did I throw that away?

The door to the temporary Club base opened slightly, allowing a slim figure to slip out into the snow. The female trudged towards a hill on which stood a tall pillar made of pure mana, halting at the base of the aforementioned monument. If I threw away my shot at happiness, at least now you that have died for this cause may rest easy. Hera knelt before the monument dedicated to all who had died in the Sanctum Wars and placed the noble phantasm that had previously wounded her shoulder on the ground before it. My gift to you, the weapon I used to destroy my piece of the key. As soon as she had let go of the hilt, the weapon began to glow a slight red before slowly turning to ashes and being whisked away by the bitter winter wind.

After she had paid her respects to those that had died, Hera went to visit the resting place of a very special fallen master. She stood before a grave covered in beautiful flowers of every kind. Riza… if only I could talk to you. Perhaps then I would know what to do… Hera sat before the grave of the dead girl lost in thought. You were so close to him, and he obviously loved you. I just wish I had known you outside the war…it’s too late now, though. But perhaps there is something I can do to honor you…

“Riza,” Hera spoke suddenly breaking the quiet atmosphere surrounding the grave, “I’ll take care of him. I promise.”

((pls ignore crappy midnight writing towards the end))