Rated: K

Note: Based on B support conversation between Eirika and L'Arachel.

Completed: Around one in the morning. I have an exam in the afternoon. I really should be revising for it, but I gave up revising long ago.

Comment: This piece of work was... uninspired. Hopefully, it hasn't fallen flat on its face.

To Never Know

By AngelSyn

L'Arachel had always been brought up spoilt with riches all around her, but her principles were good and sound, though her ways of following them were slightly unconventional. Of course, she had her companions; the loyal berserker, Dozla, and that roguish 'merchant' Rennac, who always seemed to manage to wander off somewhere just before they were to depart to their next destination.

The princess of Rausten always wondered how Rennac managed to get lost.

However, though L'Arachel was full of energy to fight in the name of righteousness and all things good, there would always be a part of her that would lie untouched by such good energy.

She had nearly everything a person could wish for; riches, a doting uncle, servants, and the like. But there was one thing missing, and L'Arachel felt it more than ever when she once spoke with Princess Eirika of Renais.

Eirika had once asked a question in which it almost caused L'Arachel's smile to almost falter, but managed to hold. L'Arachel, of course, told the truth about her glorious parents, how they died defending their people of Rausten from the hordes of filth in Darkling Woods, but inside, it strained her.

The Princess of Rausten had always been told that her parents had been people with hearts of saints, blessed with such good natures, yet such strength when it came to defending the helpless. Always, it was someone else who had met them in person, years back, before L'Arachel had even been born, and always, she envied those people for just a few seconds, before it passed and she would smile again.

L'Arachel was brought up to hold justice, honour and courage as the finest things a person could have, and for the most part, she gladly did so. Yet part of her always wished that her parents had not gone to the battlefield that day and had let the soldiers do the fighting. For deep within her heart, L'Arachel knew that she too, just like Eirika had said, would not have thought less of them if they had fled that day.

After all, if they had fled, L'Arachel would then have had the good-hearted and strong parents that everyone had told her about for the last eighteen years. She could only dream of them through a stranger's eyes, for she could never remember seeing their faces, or even hearing their voices.

Her mind could imagine all sorts of great things about her parents.

But in the end, she would never truly know.