I knew they wouldn't come looking for anyone under a pile of Catastrophe rubble.
Taran Refugee
We have that thick mist this morning to thank. Wouldn't have made it out so easily otherwise.
Reed
Ah, careful. We don't have any protective equipment. There's a risk of infection here, if we get hurt.
Reed
You too, Moran. Originium-rich environments are—especially dangerous to Infected.
Moran
Noted. I'll watch out.
Reed
Is Caireann... asleep?
Moran
I think she's just fallen asleep, yes, it wasn't fainting. Her breathing's very calm, I can tell. Sleep will ease her pain, if only by a little.
Moran
But I still worry she might not make it, if we don't stop to take care of her injuries soon.
Reed
Mm.
Reed
Are... any of you disappointed?
Moran
Why would we be? Didn't you say so yourself? We've got to fight with Dublinn forces because they don't want a second 'Leader.'
Moran
But they've got grander goals. They won't keep making chase.
Moran
We're used to a life of running at this point. We can bear with it.
Moran
What about after, though? You still haven't told us what you're thinking for then.
Reed
......
Reed
I don't have a very good idea yet. I'm sorry.
Reed
Right. There might be fewer Originium crystals, deeper into the ruins. I want to take a look, and see if we can hide ourselves anywhere for the moment.
Reed
It's about time we all stopped for some rest.
Moran
But aren't there people over that way?
Moran
They seem like normal folk, but we should steer clear anyhow. You said yourself, it's strange there's people in a place like this. We need to be careful...
Reed
......
Reed
No need.
Moran
...You seem so afraid. What's the matter?
Reed
I'm fine. Please, don't worry about me.
Reed
(She's come here before...? Is she nearby?)
Taran Refugee
Hey. The one over there's walking kind of strange, isn't she?
Reed
Don't look.
Taran Refugee
Oh, lord—she's—
Reed
She probably died—some time ago.
Reed
Her body's—just being controlled by Arts. Like the Dublinn soldiers we saw before.
It's very dim here. Follow the stone steps—watch out for any shards of raw crystal as you go down... Moran, are you sure you're okay carrying Caireann on your back?
Moran
I'm fine. As long as your flame's lit, I can see where I'm going.
Reed
Okay. We'll head in as deep as we can. Try not to be too loud.
When the topic of that overthrown dynasty arises, some think of the piles upon piles of armor from fallen soldiers, while others claim its golden crown still hides beneath elaborate mechanisms, deep within the ancient forest.
Some see the towering walls of modern Victoria as a foil to the castle's vastness, paralleling the boundless inland sea of Clariside with the virtuous prosperity of the age of heroes, while at the same time lamenting its passing decay under the shadow of Victoria.
All have envisioned this ancient castle as a sorrowful tombstone to Tara, the ghost of resentment.
But it merely sits silent, on top of the hill, baring this place's heart as it was before the palace stood.
Overgrown with weeds, covered in vines.
Taran Refugee
How old is all this? Five hundred years? A thousand?
Moran
Shh... Don't wake Caireann up.
Taran Refugee
Sorry... I'm just a little shocked. No, bowled over, really.
Taran Refugee
Tell you the truth. We put on productions of different King Gaeil stories each year, we know we're descendants of the Kingdom of Tara, we know that's why we're called Tarans...
Moran
But no one used to believe it could all actually be true.
Moran
There was even a legend of a forge, which fused together the weapons of every Taran soldier, and overturned the fate of the dynasty...
Moran
A long, long time ago... I met a man from the city who was searching all over for a traveling bard.
Moran
He said to me, though many legends were made up by later generations, there must still be the traces of history left in those stories.
Moran
Reed, you must know plenty about that, don't you?
Reed
......
Moran
Are you not fond of this place? You've been quiet ever since we came in here.
Reed
Maybe.
Reed
When I was very young, I'd often read about the legends of Tara, until I drifted to sleep.
Reed
Be it the Victorian Royal Family's scribes, or those who wish to preserve Taran culture, they always write that it is the Draco's nature to fight.
Legends say that the first Draco to lead the Gaeils boiled dry the waters of the river to travel south, to flee his clan that slaughtered each other over the throne, and settle the lands that came to be Tara.
And legends say the Victoria's Red Dragon, the one who slayed the last nomadic Draco leader, gave his firstborn the title of King Gaeil while he still burbled in the cradle.
And legends say the Draco of Tara was thereupon imprisoned in the palace, and though the 'Exile King' cast away his crown and traveled the wilderness for twenty years, upon his return and audience with the regent, his closest family, still he was murdered.
Reed
Tara's history is full of—stories like these. The Draco's palaces, teeming with conspiracy and bloodshed.
Reed
I never longed for, or dreamed of this place. I'm... scared of it.
I'm scared that—one day, I'll have to fight my sister.
Reed
At least... I don't see any crystal clusters from the Catastrophe in here.
Reed
It should be safe to rest here.
Taran Refugee
Good, then. Here, Moran. Let me set Caireann down for you.
Moran
Let her sleep here, out of the wind.
Moran
There's cover here, and the walls are sturdy. We could light a fire at night, and no one outside would notice us.
'I lay down now my soldier's honor here, so that in time the soil of Tara need no longer be soaked in carmine blood, and Draco cross no swords with Draco kin.'
'Be that unless a day comes, whereupon Red Dragon's flame should lead all those that fell, our fighters from the forge to be reborn.'
Reed
......
Reed hears a faint stir.
She pulls back the hand about to touch the rusted equipment before her.
Reed
It's... alive?
Loughshinny
It's the sort of thing anyone could activate... Why do you find it so strange someone relit it?
Reed
Mm. She's been through here. It's not strange.
Through a gap, she sees a purple flame.
Reed
This was the palace of old. She was sure to come... and sure to mock it with laughter, no? That this... is all the legendary monarch—left us with.
Reed
Her flames burn here. That's why so many of the deceased here cannot rest in peace.
Reed
They were simply—vagabonds who lost their way, and died of thirst too close. Awakened by the flames of death, for no reason at all.
Loughshinny
No... stay away.
Loughshinny
You're scared of that flame, too, aren't you?
Reed
......
Loughshinny
I can see how you want to put it out.
Reed
Yes. It will bring pain to too many people.
Loughshinny
But if you truly intend on it, then I won't let you pass.
Loughshinny
She lit the fire of Dublinn. You know the flame you reignite could never be the same.
Loughshinny
She's done so many terrible things, told so many beautiful lies, but it was all necessary. She summoned thousands of Tarans to follow her lead, be they saints or criminals, nobles or thieves.
Loughshinny
You could never do it.
Reed
No... I can.
Reed
I don't believe—that those sacrifices were all necessary, and I will never believe—that only her way will save the Tarans.
Loughshinny
But she's been the Leader since the start, since so long ago, since that great fire in Oak Grove.
She thinks back to the battered, wounded girl who laid there on the street. Reed wanted to pull her up, get her away, but was so afraid that by a reach of the hand, she too would become naught but ashes.
And there, her elder sister walked up to the girl's side.
And asked. Do you want to live?
The sewers are right beside you. Climb down there, and those disgusting nobles will never catch you again.
Mandragora. From there she escaped, and to there, in the end, she returned.
Loughshinny
While you—never did reach your hand to anyone. Never pulled anyone up.
Reed
......
Reed
Mm. If I'd reached out to her, then perhaps, things would have been different.
Reed
To be truly saved, she should have learned—that there was so much more open to her... so much more—than the power of the malefactor, like the arsonist of that day.
Loughshinny
Yet the fact is, you're so afraid, you even fear your own power, unable to do anything but let others control it.
Loughshinny
That's why... they're all disappointed in you. Why you've disappointed even your sister.
Reed
...No. You're wrong. You speak of nothing but the past.
Reed
I am here now. I have held others' hands in mine.
Reed
I cannot say it was me that pulled them to their feet, but if they want to walk forward, then my fire will clear the path for them. Even if they lead me with them as they go.
Reed
If... If she could see all this, I know she wouldn't be disappointed.
'The Leader'
You... found your companions by mere chance.
'The Leader'
In front of them, you act like the capable fighter, the orator who brings all under your banner... You pretend to have your own power.
'The Leader'
But in reality, you are simply mimicking her.
'The Leader'
You are nothing, can be nothing, but her shadow. She sees any method through to its extreme, while in the face of her, you are far too hesitant and weak.
The officers that set light to the Taran districts spring to her mind. They were boisterous in ridiculing the Tarans for their arrogance, for their protesting against injustice in Oak Grove even though they could barely read and write.
She knows. This is the very thing her sister told their teacher, that this was bound to happen.
The Victorians lit the flame of hatred by their own hands. This great fire will burn, until all is reduced to nothing.
Don't blink, her sister told her. Witness clearly for yourself how our lives are destroyed again and again.
Amidst the sea of charred corpses, the Draco who controls the fires of death lifts her hand to cast.
A purple, ice-cold blaze immediately consumes the flames that had scorched the dead.
That deathly blaze never was a true life-taker. She simply permits they climb from the ashes, to take revenge against those who destroyed their homeland.
