feels

Memories are strange things. Some stick with you, forever imprinted in your mind like a brand. But there are others, fleeting things that quickly pass into oblivion. But to most, memories are things that remain to oneself. Personal things, that can only be shared through stories. But to others...

Another day. Another moment. Ruins, ashes. The Dark Queen was dead. Freya's rule over Regalia had been terminated; her deathlings eliminated. Marisa knew she should have celebrated with the other rebels. She was happy, after all. But with that happiness came doubt. Doubt about her own...