Chapter 310: Chapter 309: The Sad Memories She Knew

      Ashia Brayleigh bid her farewell to her students. She walked on the stone path while watching the building-lined streets. Covering herself with a hood, and a simple robe that hides her sword. She walked among the happy smiling people. She wandered lands to have seen this come into fruition. She walked on battlefields to see this vision of her students come into fruition.

She found herself near the harbor where the ships from the Kingdoms were docking. The moon reflected on the surface of the water. Sailors, both young and old, worked tirelessly in hopes of docking the ships. Above her was the airships sailing the clouds quietly. Not far was the lamppost created from the crystals unearthed from the depths of the seat of the Greater Evil.

Ashia produced a chart from her pockets. Her students told her to stay but she wasn’t looking for that. She could not intrude on the lives of her students. She studied her chart and thought of visiting the old dragons. She had thought that maybe they would need visitors. Those lonely dragons were the cause of this peaceful world. Not like they would stop her from visiting so.

Not to mention that she saw something that bothered her. She had stopped seeing the mouth of the world. The usual brightened stars that blink faster than one could imagine was gone. Where was the Starfall that usually comes when the clock ticks near to the twelfth?

Ashia rubbed her head. She made sure that her ponytail was still tied. She walked around the harbor while waiting for her ship. She preferred the seas compared to the skies. Or was it fear that she might fall from such height? She passed by many wandering folks, turned right, entered a restaurant and ate. She preferred sweet beer rather than the grape wines that seems to stink her mouth.

She went out of that restaurant to saunter the sides of the coastline. Once she could not see the houses or people around she drew her sword, raised it and watched it gather the light of stars. The pale shine on her sword drew all the wisps that hid under the bed of the earth. She sang a song and there was a melody that sang back.

Time changed so easily. Once, the land was dark and covered in the bleakness. Who knew that a little boy and his companions could change it with such grand magic?

They changed the world through their actions. Of course, this didn’t mean that the world would forevermore stay like this. She had thought her students were simply dreaming, but to achieve such a fairy tale of an ending for the world was kind enough.

It was not about whether the world would soon leave this era of peace. It was the bare fact that the world had a history where it didn’t know what was fighting. And that history had been written when her student achieved the impossible.

“Hominy's Contract,” she said. “A contract that does not kill but incapacitates. A grand curse where every act of violence does not kill but returns them to a prison where they are rehabilitated and put into trial.”

To change the laws of the world itself was something she did not think possible. They had created a grand jury that judges them. A symbol that those who do evil will be judged upon an acting deity. A contract that would forever change this world — a contract that would last for centuries.

The contract that shook the minds of those who had thought of it as impossible. The Dragon of Concordia had even laughed at such a wondrous contract that has not been seen. Although, she does think that it was the work of her students, not her, and she found it uneasy how the dragon of Concordia would look at her with amused eyes.

She sheathed her sword. The sand below her boots and the gentle wind brushed on her face. She sat on the sand cross-legged with her eyes pointed at the horizon. She stayed here in silence before walking back to the harbor where her ship finally arrived. She boarded her ship and went to her cabin where she started writing in her journal. Her journal was as thick as a book already yet here she was writing even more. Reading back, she thought of the days where she trained using odd memories that appeared before her. She used these memories to become strong and teach those who needed teaching. She was an Half-Alf with a good grasp of the teachings of her memories. Beyond those memories, there were things that she did not understand as well.

“I wonder if I can get answers from them,” she said, watching the lamp on her cabin’s table. Outside the round window was the rolling seas. She turned her eyes back to the page and thought of the memories she found herself blushing. It was a memory of a woman who watched over a battered knight. The emotions spurred by these remnants of memories made her daydream. She was a stone-faced woman that even her students teased her for! What would her students think if they see them acting like this?

“I don’t want to be a slave to these memories,” she thought sadly. Besides, it’s not like she could see the face of the knight that comes back to her in these memories. She could only recall a blurry scene of her and this knight dancing as the world behind them burns. She recalled the sadness in that man’s face. The heartbreaking pain that seems to dig a hole in her chest. The dreams felt so real that it made her decide to understand these memories. She had helped save the world and so had thought that maybe it was finally time to stop running away from it. She wanted to know what these memories were and how can she finally put it to rest.

She wanted to let it go. These memories were a gift to her, but they should be put to rest. It was simple. She didn’t want to dream of these sad memories.

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