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III. Long Separation
3-1
You shall part with your friends,
With your enemies,
With others,
And with yourself.
“Tribios, you have already swallowed the fruit of fate.
From now on, you shall be as a school of birds without feet,
Flying toward tomorrow without a moment of repose.”[1]
The Chrysos War's clamor rises and falls,
And when the children re-unite,
Only three of them remain.
3-2
“We have heard of a Chrysos Heir.”
The lively child says.
That person tears open the barricade of the black tide,
Aims at the sky,
Wanting to contain the Coreflame in a sheath.
“There will always be warriors like me,
who believe in and are willing to protect the tomorrow
they prophesize.”
But the crusading Chrysos Heir never returns.
The greedy ones then lift the crown with sharp blades,
And by power's lethality, they are one by one slain.