With the sky gradually transforming into a soft orange hue, the sun shyly peeked through the delicate branches of the vibrant red Cerza pine trees, casting a warm glow over Rinoa and Fitran as they sat side by side at the edge of the tranquil lake. This sacred place, under the watchful protection of Kokein, the steadfast envoy of the Lake Goddess, was steeped in mysteries. The lake's calm surface perfectly mirrored the gentle twilight light, devoid of shadows—a signature feature of this ancient body of water, which resonated with the wonders and purity of nature, a realm where the guardians of the seasons cherished their origins. The existence of this shadowless lake had become a beacon of hope and eternal love, suggesting that everything unveiled in its depths was the product of choice and effort, rather than mere chance.
Rinoa playfully swung her legs above the water's surface, sending small, shimmering splashes into the air that danced like fairy lights, whispering of life and enchantment. "Fitran," she murmured softly, her voice almost swallowed by the profound silence surrounding the lake, "do you believe in fate?"
Fitran tilted his head, feeling the ethereal influence of magic enveloping them like a soft mist. "If fate is what ensues when I cannot choose you… then I would gladly be its traitor, regardless of the illusions that magic may weave," he replied firmly. In that moment, he grasped that true decisions were always within his reach, making him the one to lay the first stone in their winding romantic journey.
Rinoa gazed at him intently, a small smile appearing on her face, her eyes shimmering with a mix of curiosity and warmth. "Your answer sounds like a bittersweet poem. Did you learn that from Charles before you defeated him?"
"No, I made it up myself... when I was on the brink of losing you," he responded, his voice deepening with sincerity, stripped of any trace of irony. He sought to fortify their connection, like a delicate thread woven through the intricate tapestry of their burgeoning romance, as a soft light illuminated the shadows hovering around them.
A moment of silence enveloped them, soothing the atmosphere. It wasn't an awkward stillness; instead, it felt like a warm pause, akin to the gentle hush between two melodic chimes of a bell, marking a profound moment in their journey intertwined by magic and love, as if time itself slowed to cherish their closeness.
"You know," Rinoa leaned back against his shoulder, enveloped by the protective presence of Kokein, which wrapped around them like a comforting blanket of tranquility, "I used to fear that my heart was only tethered by magic… by the core of Malakothies, or whatever it was, like threads woven uncontrollably, spiraling in chaotic patterns."
Fitran didn't answer immediately. Instead, he gently took Rinoa's hand, his grip firm yet tender, as if he were shattering the lingering doubts that threatened to overshadow their bond. He wanted to assure her that they still had the power to choose their own path, even when surrounded by the overwhelming and mysterious influence of magic.
"But now…" Rinoa continued, her smile blooming gradually like the first rays of dawn breaking through the horizon; "even if all magic fades away, I still want to be with you. Even if you… become a retired dango vendor, trapped in the rhythm of daily routine."
Fitran chuckled, his warm laughter echoing like a babbling brook, filling the air with happiness. "If you were to transform into a phoenix, ascending from the ashes just to engage in our morning debates, I would still rise early to prepare your breakfast with unwavering love and all my heart."
"Mmm… promise?" Rinoa inquired, her pinky finger raised, her eyes sparkling with a blend of hope and certainty like stars illuminating the night sky.
With tender care, Fitran entwined their pinkies, gently kissing it as if he were sealing a sacred vow over the timeless texts of the Voidwright. Each movement transformed into an elegant dance, hinting at the presence of magic and ritual, crafting an enchanting aura around them, as if an invisible rainbow curved gracefully from their joined fingers.
They settled into a comfortable silence for an extended moment, enveloped in tranquility—conversations left unspoken, only accompanied by the whispers of nature and the soft rhythms of two hearts striving to mend past scars. Together, they found solace by the calm lake, unmarred by shadows, where the shimmering waves glistened under the sun's embrace, enveloping them in a soothing warmth. The lake, entwined in the threads of fate, held its own mysteries and wonders beneath the surface, like a treasure chest of secrets waiting to be unveiled, a silent reminder of Kokein's lingering presence.
As the tranquil atmosphere began to settle, their conversation floated gently like a melodic spring breeze, until a sudden sound of "kriik… kriikkkk…" sliced through the serene air, emanating from behind the dense pine bushes. Instantly, Rinoa sat up straight, her posture taut with alertness, eyes narrowing like an owl poised to confront a lurking threat, while a magical vibration hummed in the air, hinting at the unfolding of something extraordinary.
Fitran raised an eyebrow, a skeptical smile curling on his lips. "If that's a deer, it's quite rude."
"Kriiikkk… huu~"
From behind the delicate veil of mist clinging to the lake's surface, a small figure emerged. Slightly taller than Rinoa's shoulder, it boasted long, drooping ears and hair that cascaded like dry seaweed caught in a playful gust of wind. Its large, shimmering eyes appeared to have just witnessed a grand royal love story, presenting itself as a creature plucked from the fabric of another world, yet undeniably significant in this one.
"Ahem," the creature intoned, clearing its throat with an endearingly impolite flourish. Its voice fluttered through the air like a whispering wind. "You young couple are very suspicious! Seated together by this shadowless lake without the guardian's permission—violating article three of the Book of Romantic Etiquette of Cerza!"
Fitran stared blankly at the creature, confusion washing over his face like a wave crashing onto the shore, as though he had just awakened from a vivid dream. "...What book?" he asked, his voice laced with curiosity, eager to unravel the enigma presented before him.
"The book I created myself!" the creature declared enthusiastically, puffing out its chest with pride as it placed its tiny hands on its hips, a stance that radiated authority. With a delicate gesture, it tapped the colorful scroll it carried, revealing vibrant illustrations and enchanting imagery that danced across the surface like a soft, inviting pillow. "I, Kokein, the esteemed 58th generation guardian of the lake, have been quietly observing you since earlier. I witnessed bursts of laughter that rippled through the air like gentle waves, profound gazes that seemed to bind souls together, and even… emotional touches that could conjure a magical flow here."
Kokein's spirited presence served as a poignant reminder of the ethical considerations that intertwine with love in a world rich with magic. The shadowless lake, a shimmering centerpiece of arcane power in Cerza, was more than just a tranquil location; it pulsed with life and inspiration, urging those who visited to cherish the responsibilities that come with each bond formed within its enchanting embrace. Thus, Kokein stood not merely as an observer, but as a wise guide, maintaining a delicate balance between magic and reality, leading them on a journey to discover the true significance of love and existence in a realm brimming with mysteries.
"The book that I created myself!" the little creature exclaimed, its tiny hands resting triumphantly on its hips as it proudly patted the roll of paper it cradled like a cherished artifact. "I, Kokein, the guardian of the lake for the 58th generation and the envoy of the Lake Goddess, have been observing you for a long time. I have witnessed the sweet echoes of your laughter dancing through the air, the deep gazes that sparkled with unspoken feelings, and I even sensed… an emotional touch! You've truly entered the red zone of romance!"
Feeling a twinge of embarrassment, Rinoa hastily covered her face with one hand, her straight smile betraying her attempt at nonchalance. "So… what's the punishment, Guardian Kokein?" she asked playfully, her voice laced with curiosity that sparkled like sunlight upon the lake's surface.
Kokein cleared his throat, the sound resonating like a bell tolling for an important decree. "The standard punishment! You must pay… with one love story. The tale must be honest, weaving in the threads of suffering, courage, and a delightful touch of awkwardness. Let your narrative echo the strength and magic of this lake, which has thrived in brilliance for thousands of years without a single shadow to dim its luster."
Fitran and Rinoa exchanged glances, their eyes twinkling with a shared delight, a small laugh blooming between them like the first stars in a twilight sky.
"Alright," Fitran said with enthusiasm, stretching his arms toward the sky as if to embrace the weight of the night wind. "I think it's time someone heard the story of how a Voidwright fell in love… not with destruction, but with a girl whose spirit kept him perpetually restless and longing."
Kokein, with the poise of a seasoned diplomat, arranged the cushions around him, preparing for the unfolding tale. "Go ahead! But remember, if your story turns out to be dull, I won't hesitate to… hmm… splash you with icy lake water from the Ice Age!"
Rinoa burst out laughing, her cheerful voice ringing out and painting the tranquil night with warmth. "We accept your challenge, Guardian Kokein."
And that night transformed into a new saga, where the ancient lake, calm and shadowless, listened with rapt attention to the love story of two unconventional souls. Meanwhile, its curious and wondrous little guardian observed, bearing witness to the enchantment that even in a fractured world, romance could endure… infused with a sprinkle of magical disruption.
Fitran had just reached the most poignant moment of his tale—the instant he nearly surrendered his very essence to rescue Rinoa from the consuming void of Gamma—when Kokein, his small hand raised like an eager student, shattered the stillness of the night. "Wait, wait, wait!" he exclaimed, breathless, his eyes shimmering with effervescent emotion. "Your story is indeed heartwarming, yes… but it merely grazes the surface of lightly sad! You haven't yet heard the love story of Kokein and Lumira! That… that!... is the true tragedy!!"
Fitran slowly turned his head to Rinoa, who, illuminated by the silver glow of the moon, met his gaze, a laugh bubbling beneath the surface of her poised demeanor. "Is this part of the official ritual?"
"Consider it… an existential bonus," Rinoa whispered, her playful smile lighting up her enchanting features, her eyes sparkling like stars amid the velvety darkness of the night.
Kokein took a deep breath, his chest rising as he drew in the crisp night air, and gazed at the lake, which sparkled like a flawless jewel beneath the gentle caress of the moonlight. The silvery beams danced upon the water's surface, creating a shimmering tapestry of thousands of tiny stars that twinkled merrily. With a flourish, he began his dramatic monologue: "Once, I was a young guardian of the lake, carefree and lighthearted, a poet of water and a spinner of mist. This lake, the lifeblood of Cerza, cradles magical powers that intertwine the destinies of its inhabitants. Here is the sacred meeting ground for all love stories, where hearts find their way home. Then… came Lumira, the enigmatic fog fairy from the north. Her eyes were like a frozen lake—cool and deep, reflecting untold mysteries—and her voice, a haunting melody reminiscent of a sweet, broken flute. Truly, our love was unconventional: she cherished silence, a serene sanctuary in the quiet of the night, while I… could not help but sing joyfully at every moment! She found solace in meditation, while I burst into snorts of laughter whenever I attempted to sit still!"
Fitran nodded with a feigned seriousness, as if he were diving deep into the ocean of those emotions. "A profound internal conflict…"
"Exactly!" Kokein exclaimed, his eyes lighting up like bursts of starlight. He pointed his finger with newfound enthusiasm, the very embodiment of excitement. "And in the end, he left… because I wrote poetry about his big ears." A flicker of nostalgia danced in his gaze, as memories of past wounds flickered like fireflies in the twilight. "I… I was just being honest! But oh… this world is too harsh on honesty! I am the envoy of the Lake Goddess, the guardian of emotional waves that ebb and flow between us. Every poem I craft resonates with the power of this enchanted water, reaching out to touch the souls who come seeking solace. Yet, it turns out... my honesty bore heavy consequences, leaving me adrift in sorrow."
Rinoa finally couldn't contain her laughter, her joyous voice ringing out like a sweet melody in the quiet night, echoing through the air. "So... since then, you've been spying on other couples to... exact emotional revenge?"
"Not revenge!" Kokein shouted dramatically, his eyes sparkling with fervor as if alight from within. "Research! I'm documenting the myriad forms of love to weave into my next poem. As the guardian of the Lake of No Reflection, I am bound to unravel every thread of human connection. I am determined to compose a grand poem about all of you! Its title will be: 'In the Lake of No Reflection, They Cannot Hide from Their Feelings.' This lake is a mirror of the soul, where every wave whispers our shared destiny."
Fitran raised an eyebrow, a flicker of intrigue dancing in his eyes. "That... is a pretty good title," he remarked, offering a genuine compliment that echoed in the tranquil air.
"Thank you," Kokein replied cheerfully, a glimmer of hope illuminating his face as he wiped away lingering tears with a soft, verdant leaf—its delicate fibers seemingly mirroring his sorrow. "This lake holds incredible magic. Every memory and emotion captured on its glistening surface holds clues to the stories waiting to be birthed in my poetry."
"Then," Rinoa said softly, her grip on Fitran's hand tightening like a lifeline, "make sure you write a happy ending, okay?" Her voice resonated with palpable hope, as if each word woven with dreams and wishes hung in the sun-kissed air.
Kokein nodded dramatically, the sunset casting a warm glow on his thoughtful expression. "Of course. But remember, if you two break up… I'll write a tragic version too," he warned, his tone tinged with a hint of playful seriousness. "Because in this lake, every tale has two sides—love and loss," he continued, his deep-set gaze hinting at the multitude of untold stories that swirled within him like the waters of the lake itself.
Rinoa and Fitran exchanged glances, their laughter bubbling up like the joyful ripples on the lake's surface. The Cerza sky shimmered with pastel hues of lavender, enveloping them in a magical embrace that felt both soothing and ethereal. In the distance, Kokein began to recite a heartbroken poem at the water's edge, his melodic voice weaving through the air and blending harmoniously with the entrancing chorus of mythical frogs, fashioning an unforgettable ambiance that cloaked the serene landscape in a tapestry of sound and emotion.
Kokein let out a deep, resounding sigh, his gaze sweeping over the two couples with a look of bewilderment, as though he held the keys to profound secrets just waiting to be unveiled. The moment hung heavy in the air, stretching the tension to an almost unbearable degree. Finally, he broke the silence, his voice rasping with an intensity that sparked curiosity:
"By the way… I'm not just an ordinary lake guardian. I—" He leaned in, casting furtive glances to the left and right, ensuring no prying ears were eavesdropping on their exchange, "—am a messenger of the Lake Goddess. My primary duty is to maintain the delicate balance of love surrounding this lake, for its enchanting waters possess the extraordinary ability to amplify sincere feelings."
Fitran and Rinoa exchanged disbelieving glances, their eyebrows arching in surprise as doubt crept into their minds regarding the reality of what they were hearing.
"What?" Rinoa questioned, her voice tinged with bewilderment, reflecting the confusion etched across her features.
Kokein nodded soberly, though a playful smile danced on his lips, remnants of laughter bubbling beneath the surface. "Yes. The Lake Goddess sent me to determine whether your love is pure and faithful, or merely... nonsense. She also instructed me to keep a watchful eye on you! Not only because of your dramatic story but also because... there is great potential in your relationship. With the power of this lake, I can sense the emotional vibrations flowing between you."
Rinoa furrowed her brow deeply, grappling with the weight of his words. "And you feel...?"
"Like a love detective!" Kokein exclaimed, his eyes shimmering with enthusiasm and a hint of pride. "This noble endeavor carries immense responsibility and, of course, a multitude of personal benefits! Understanding true love is akin to grasping the ever-shifting currents of this lake—constantly flowing yet concealing hidden depths that must be vigilantly guarded."
Fitran, his brow furrowed in perplexity, shook his head slowly. "So... what exactly are you? A lawyer, or perhaps the personal guardian of the Lake Goddess?"
"Well, you could say I'm more of a... love consultant who also safeguards the delicate balance of the universe," Kokein responded, his voice serious as he locked his gaze onto Fitran with an intensity that felt almost piercing. "I will provide guidance! Offer sage advice! Shield you from emotional turmoil… all in a bid to ensure that your relationship harmonizes with the natural order that the Lake Goddess tirelessly protects."
Rinoa could hardly restrain her laughter, her face blossoming into a wide grin as if she had just stumbled upon an amusing riddle. "So, not only are you eavesdropping on young couples, but you're also evaluating whether we're compatible? Awaiting approval on whether we meet the Lake Goddess's lofty standards for maintaining this sacred balance?"
"Bingo!" Kokein exclaimed, his hand slicing through the air in a victorious arc, reminiscent of a hero basking in the glory of a monumental victory. "The Lake Goddess believes that true love can weave a tapestry of harmony, not just for the couple but for the entire universe. You two," he gestured dramatically toward Rinoa and the other, "are like a storm ominously swirling on the horizon! If this love falters… I will be compelled to report back to the Lake Goddess, and believe me, I really detest delivering unfavorable news, particularly to that exceedingly serious Lake Goddess!"
Rinoa stifled a laugh, the corners of her mouth twitching, but the deep furrow etched in her brow revealed the gears of her mind turning. "But… why drag us into this? Why not simply send us a message about your observations?"
"Because," Kokein asserted, his voice resonating with a commanding undertone despite the strain, "the Lake Goddess desires to witness this love blossom firsthand. This lake is not merely a body of water; it pulsates with a magical aura that intricately shapes the bonds of humanity. My role here, as the envoy of the Lake Goddess, is to safeguard the harmony and balance between the two of you. She yearns to feel the genuine essence of your emotions, for sometimes... love cannot be discerned at a single glance. There must be some… direct involvement." Kokein then adorned his face with a smile that held an enigmatic charm. "And who better to ensure this than me?"
Fitran regarded Kokein with a skeptical gaze, as if he were trying to comprehend the absurdity of his words. "Are you truly serious? Do you seek to insert yourself into this drama just for the thrill of it?"
"Ah!" Kokein exclaimed, raising his index finger confidently like a teacher who has just uncovered the answer to a puzzling question. "That's what I admire about you, Fitran! Your intellect shines brightly! Very impressive!" He continued eagerly, "But fear not; I will act as a wise observer. When the enchanting ripples of magic dance across the surface of the lake, it will signal that your love is about to face its trials. If any difficulties arise, I shall intervene promptly. And if, in the end, you must part ways..." He exhaled a heavy sigh, as if bearing a grave weight, "I will stand firmly by your side, a loyal supporter. The Lake Goddess always triumphs!"
Fitran could only manage a bitter laugh, the sound echoing through the air like a melancholic breeze. "Let's hope we won't require your assistance. But thank you for your willingness to watch over us, Kokein."
Rinoa finally released her radiant smile, although her sparkling eyes shimmered with curiosity. "So... are you suggesting we should seek your love advice? What can we do to steer clear of the breakup criteria outlined in the Lake Goddess's report? We certainly don't want to disappoint her." Kokein beamed broadly, realizing that the lake's enchanting power served not only to nurture love but also to safeguard the hearts of all who ventured here, illustrating the profound beauty and complexity of the emotions tied to every shimmering wave.
Kokein took a moment to gather his thoughts, his gaze drifting to the soft ripples of the lake, where sunlight danced like tiny stars on the water's surface. With newfound clarity, he spoke with conviction, "True love is a steadfast bond that courageously navigates life's trials, just as this lake embraces the myriad stories that ebb and flow with the tides. You must nurture one another, empathize with each other's journeys, and allow room for personal growth—much like the towering trees that stand sentinel around the lake, supporting one another in their quest for the sky. Above all, guard against letting egos dominate your hearts. If you prioritize respect, you'll always find your way back to one another, just as the lake's water instinctively seeks the surface, persistently overcoming any obstacles in its path."
Rinoa watched Fitran intently, her eyes shimmering like the lake's surface, and nodded in understanding, fully absorbing the profound message. Fitran inhaled deeply, feeling the enchantment in the air, the cool breeze gently caressing their faces. "That... sounds wonderful. I'll do my best not to let the Lake Goddess down, alright?"
"Absolutely, if you can," Kokein replied, a triumphant smile blooming across his face, his eyes sparkling with the lake's enchanting shimmer. "As the guardian of this precious lake, my duty is to report on the essence of true love! But rest assured, I'll be watching from a distance, ready to lend a helping hand whenever needed."
With a dramatic flair, Kokein stepped back toward the lake, his movements narrating the tale of a hero bidding farewell after imparting wise counsel. Each step he took made the lake shimmer and dance, as if the water itself was embracing his presence and announcing to the world the enchantment that surrounded them.
As the moonlight cast its silvery glow upon the scene, Rinoa and Fitran exchanged glances, their light laughter creating a warmth that transcended their bond as mere allies on this journey. In that moment, they came to understand that this lake was far more than just a picturesque vista; it stood as a symbol of magic and boundless possibilities, a realm brimming with untold stories waiting to be unveiled.
"True love, huh?" Rinoa whispered softly, her gaze fixed on the gentle ripples that danced across the lake's surface, each one holding a unique tale waiting to be discovered, illuminated by the moon's delicate glow.
"I don't know," Fitran replied, his voice steady as he squeezed Rinoa's hand, warmth radiating between them. "But as long as we're together, I believe... we can get through anything." He felt the energy flowing from the lake, a palpable force connecting them in an unbreakable bond.
For a brief moment, they fell into silence, savoring the tranquil and radiant night, as if this sacred place was the perfect embrace for understanding one another without the need for words. Surrounded by the soft light of the moon reflecting off the lake's glassy waters, they immersed themselves in their feelings, keenly aware of the relentless wonders of the Cerza world enveloping them.
Meanwhile, Kokein, concealed behind the lush, leafy trees that fringed the lake, observed the couple with a proud smile illuminating his face. The tranquil waters of the lake shimmered like a precious gem, held sacred by many and whispering its secrets of love to the night. "Ah, true love is indeed a labyrinth of emotions," he mused quietly, feeling a swell of responsibility as the envoy of the Lake Goddess. "It is my duty to protect the wonders hidden here." His eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as he hurried back into his private realm, where magic intertwined with reality. All around the lake, vibrant flora swayed gently, as if responding to his presence, creating a symphony of harmony between the human world and the mystical. Every leaf and flower seemed to murmur secrets of beauty and the timelessness of love, filling the air with an enchanting aura that celebrated the deep connection between souls.