Blind devotion.~

A long, long, long time ago, when the times were harsher and when you had to build your own title by impressing the Gods and Goddesses...

There was a priestess, gentle as the first ray of sun above the grounds, as mesmerizing as the first brave blooming flower after the coldest winter, rising through the dense snow. There have been many before her, plenty after, but this Priestess was unlike others.

She wanted to give it all, to be the best priestess, as well as a strong magic wielder. Perhaps these were high, foolish and unachievable dreams by themselves, but with Mila's strength there was a slim chance for them to be fulfilled.

Day and night, she would practice small spells against pots, breaking them and causing a bit of disharmony between her and the other servants of the Goddess, but also a faint iration.

"I will never succeed...in anything..."

The young priestess sighed in frustration, falling with her back on her soft bed, a few feathers dancing in the air. As they were slowly falling, the mesmerized girl used her magic to make them float just a little more.

I miss everyone...I wonder what Alm is doing...

Her look saddens and she curls up in the bed and she presses strongly her head against the pillow, more feathers beginning to fly around, on which she uses her magic once more, now surrounded by the soft raining feathers. She looks through the window, watching her faint reflection. She looks fragile, yet delicate. Then, she glances at her right palm, looking at every detail of her birth mark, a mark that offered her a sense of familiarity, a sense of home, a little yet strong connection to the ones she has left behind against her desire. She missed it all...so much...back to the happy times, when she would spend time with dear Alm, silly Tobin, amusing Gray, soft Faye, the always-bothered Kliff...

Her eyes fill with tears. Her bottom lip is trembling, sniffing softly. If it wasn't for her dear brother Conrad...she would be so lonely...

The door softly creaks, announcing her brother's arrival, almost as if her thoughts called him.

"C...Celica...? You've been so quiet today...are you alright?"

The little light red-haired boy asks.

She gasps, swiftly wiping her eyes and turning to face him, avoiding entirely to look in his eyes.

"A....bad day again..."

She softly trails off as she caresses her left arm with her right hand, letting out a gentle sniff.

"Oh....don't be sad now..."

The boy's warm tone calms her heart. He walks towards her and pulls her in a gentle, welcoming embrace. She happily accepts it, burying her head in his shoulder.

"I....I'll never succeed..."

she cries softly.

"Oh...Celica..."

His comionate voice answers.

They both spend hours talking about little things, about the Village and how perhaps Alm and her friends are doing...time flies by fast and it reaches to a point where they are separated by much-needed time for rest. Conrad glances at her one more time before he leaves the room, smiling and closing the door, leaving Celica all alone, her smile fading away and her look saddening. With no hesitance, she grabs her tome and tries again...

and again...

...and again...

...one...more...

this one will be better...

But none satisfied her view. She threw her tome, defeated by the incapability of improving, in her eyes. Torn apart by either crying in frustration or hugging the pillow tightly, she ends up doing both.

What can I do...? Nothing encourages me to keep going...I will never be a good mage...only a miracle by Goddess Mila would....-

And suddenly, her eyes widen and shine bright, filled with so much hope, swiftly kneeling and holding her hands together, looking at the night's sky.

"Oh, Goddess Mila, give me strength...please give me will and strength to become a good mage...to protect them all...please, please Goddess Mila..."

And this soft prayer that seemed only as if it was said on the moment has turned into a daily and nightly routine. Every day...she repeated the same prayer...

Each and every day...

Her magic would improve.

And one faithful day, she put her magic, as well faith to the test. She took a soft piece of fabric and covered her eyes. Conrad readied the dummies.

"Be careful, sister."

His voice, as calm and firm as always sends shivers of nervousness in Celica's body.

Now or never.

Goddess Mila...guide me.

And the Priestess shoots perfectly each dummy with her magic, aiming every spot effortlessly.

Her brother looks at her mesmerized and with iration. The smoothness , the swiftness, mixed with her gentle movements truly showed not only a skilled mage, but above them all, a royal warrior.

As she defeats all the dummies, she takes her blindfold and looks surprised slightly at the sight. She is proud by what she is seeing. This is what she aimed for all along... and hopefully, these skills will save lives one day.

...

This is Celica, the Priestess, known by few as Princess Anthiese of Zofia, the mage who has saved lives with her impressive skills and offered protection. And now, by Alm's side and their comrades, she is a heroine, a name engraved in the history of this world.

With her tome readied and ed by Goddess Mila's strength, as well as her friends, she marches forward to protect her people, as flames of a gentle, protective fire surround her and engulf her enemies away, a fire that however gets rid of any enemy that could cause harm amongst her people.

She has become a heroine, a Priestess with a remarkable magic power, that all has been achieved thanks to her blind devotion for her Goddess, as well as strong desire to protect people.

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Well, I hope this story was nice! ^-^ I put my heart into it, a mixture of encouragement and love.

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