HSR Lore and Notes

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====== V. She Who Pass Through Doors ======

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==== 5-1 ====
The solemn council is still filled with clamor.\\
Future's destiny still whirls in discussions of candor.\\
To discard the city and save oneself, or to chase the flames that waver?\\
None knows the choice that would lead them to a place better.

//<color #efe4B0>"I fear... How can mere mortals defy the gods..."</color>//

//<color #efe4B0>"I worry... How can mortal bodies reforge the world anew..."</color>//

//<color #efe4B0>"I suspect... That the prophecy is simply a rumor..."</color>//

In the distant past,\\
The Holy Maiden brought the first prophecy to all city-states.

<color #993333>//"Harken to the sounds that the doors whisper —"//</color>

In the name of the gods proper,\\
Hope, she will give to humanity.\\
Though she falls into confusion,\\
She will bring guidance to this world in vigor.

<color #993333>//"Overthrow the gods, it declared."//</color>
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==== 5-2 ====
Of the previous journey she will always remain aware,\\
The queen of laws lifted the flag to chase the flames' flare.\\
The tripartite prophecy guided all the world's heroes, all who dared,\\
And building a new world was their oath of yesteryear.

The earth roared for them.\\
The tides surged for them.\\
The scales of destiny shivered violently,\\
The slowly calmed —

The Coreflames of the Titans rested here.\\
While the blood of companions congealed over there.\\
The child led one hero after another to their end,\\
But no end awaits her. No rest to prepare.

{{ :readable:saga:triplets.of.fate:tribios5-2.png?200|A young girl and an older elegant woman. The young girl is, in reality, the older woman's teacher. They are standing before a large ritual basin.}}
<color #993333>//"Teacher, do not hesitate."//</color>\\
The Weaver of Gold brushes aside the child's tears.\\
<color #993333>//"The world still walks on the path you indicate."//</color>[(Spoken by Aglaea.)]\\
The prophecy still stands, even if the actors now different faces wear:

<color #993333>//"Restore the Coreflames, it declared."//</color>
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==== 5-3 ====
The solemn council is still filled with clamor.\\
Future's destiny still whirls in discussions of candor.\\
To stop right there and seek peace, or to continue a work still unfinished?\\
None knows the choice that would lead them to a place better.

//<color #efe4B0>"Stop! We only wish to live life as it is, no more."</color>//

//<color #efe4B0>"Cease! Our achievements already stand tall!"</color>//

//<color #efe4B0>"Rest up! We only wish to live in peace and prosperity!"</color>//

The discussions today\\
Are the same as those in times past.\\
Retreating now\\
Will forever deny us a future.

The child has already conquered her confusion and fear,\\
No longer before the mists of fate will she cower.\\
//"Harken to the sounds that the doors whisper —"//

She travels through myriad passages,\\
Burning with determination, to once again bring light to humans through her endeavor.

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==== 5-4 ====
The children fly into the streets,\\
Wishing to encourage the resident's faith.\\
<color #993333>//"Please, be not afraid...//\\
//**We** will definitely bring you to a new home!"//</color>

//<color #efe4B0>"Lady Tribbie, Lady Trianne, please don't cry."\\
"Do not worry. We trust you always."</color>//

{{ :readable:saga:triplets.of.fate:tribios5-4.png?200|Two identical girls working together, with lots of golden coins in front of them.}}
The matron wipes away the tears on the children's faces.\\
The praying ones piously bless them in faith.\\
The lost ones take the children's hands,\\
Just as the prophecy guides their path:

<color #993333>//"Bear the divine authority, it declared."//</color>

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==== 5-5 ====
<color #99333>//"Quiet Trinnon has little to say,"//

//"Lively Trianne loves to play,"//

//"And well-behaved Tribbie roams around all day!"//</color>

The people's encouragement ring sincere,\\
The Chrysos Heirs' companionship lasts through the years,\\
And Mother's embrace warms up every dream.

Thus, the child understands —\\
Thus, the child accepts —\\
Though countless farewells on her shoulders weigh,\\
Though destiny's blood dries like clay,

{{ :readable:saga:triplets.of.fate:tribios5-5.png?200|An image of a children's drawing done by the three red-haired girls with all her friends.}}
There will always be passageways,\\
Filled with warm sun rays,\\
That silently open to them in future and past days.\\
And from them, a voice says:

<color #993333>//"Forge miracles, it declared."//</color>