The void pulls back like a held breath released,

Ash still falling, pink sparks deceased.

The dragon’s shadow lingers above,

But something stronger moves below—

A choice…

A vow…

A hand reaching through the smoke.

She walks past soldiers frozen in fear,

Past shattered shields and fallen spears.

Silk torn, crown cracked, eyes still bright,

She steps into the half-lit night.

Not a symbol. Not a prize.

Not a name trapped in royal lies.

Just a woman choosing to stand,

Bare soul, steady hand.

I turn, surprised by her fearless pace,

By the calm carved into her face.

She doesn’t wait for guards or signs,

She stands right next to me in the line.

She says my name like it’s already true,

Like the world makes sense when she says it too.

“You didn’t come here to run or hide.

You came to fight…

So did I.”

So stand with me beneath this sky,

Not behind the throne, not asking why.

If death thinks it can take this land,

It will have to face us hand in hand.

Princess or not, crown or flame,

Tonight we’re equal in the pain.

If destiny needs a line to draw—

We stand together.

That’s the law.

The skeleton ranks recover slow,

Bone shields locking, weapons low.

The dragon coils in wounded air,

Hate stitched into its ancient glare.

Alice circles above in neon arcs,

Pink wings painting hope in sparks.

My party reforms around our stance,

Every hero waiting for my glance.

But it’s her presence—steady, real—

That locks my shaking will to steel.

I’m no longer fighting just to win…

I’m fighting so she can still believe in this world.

No spellbook taught me how to feel this strong,

No card described where I belong.

It’s not in summoning or command—

It’s knowing someone chose to stand.

If courage is love with nowhere to hide,

Then armor me now, stand by my side.

Let the dead see what they can’t erase—

A future written face to face.

I won’t protect you by pushing you away,

I’ll protect you by letting you stay.

If hope survives this endless war,

It’s because we chose something more.

She draws her blade—light etched in gold,

Not royal steel, but something old.

A promise passed through queens before,

Forged to defend, not to rule or war.

I raise my hand, runes align,

Tech and magic intertwine.

Her strike lands as my spells ignite—

Two rhythms locking perfectly tight.

For a moment, even the dragon hesitates,

As if confused by love it can’t negate.

She whispers low so only I hear,

“If we live… I want to know your world.”

The thought hits harder than any blow—

A future beyond this field of bone.

So stand with me beneath the stars,

Not as a title, not as scars.

If we survive this cursed design,

Then tomorrow can finally be mine…

Ours.

Side by side through fate and flame,

Not summoned—chosen—by name.

Let the dragon rage, let kingdoms fall—

We found something real in the dark of it all.

The wind shifts.

The dragon roars again.

But now—

I’m not alone.