
“I might not see them again, will I?â€
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Clover was sitting on one of the chairs inside her grandfather’s shop, knees up to her face and gaze down to the floor, together with her mood. Such was reflected on her calm voice.
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The magic shop was almost as she remembered it, a magical place where she’d always felt safe, but it was also different that night. Different, like everything else.
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“That hasn’t been decided yet, Clover. There is no such thing as fate,†her grandpa replied, walking towards her with some tea he’d just prepared. She only raised her head to take the cup with both hands and a barely audible “thank youâ€. The man smiled, as he always did. Even if the shadow of war had also been reflected over his features, he was still something familiar, the only thing that didn’t feel completely strange that night. Especially when he spoke.
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“You might see them again, you might not, but none of them will disappear in either case.†He pointed at his own head with his free hand. “We have our memories, a lot of stories we can revive anytime. They might be the only thing that will always come with us wherever we go, Clover.â€
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He walked to the table, where he placed his own cup of tea. “Speaking of stories…†the man continued as he sat down and made himself comfortable. Clover’s gaze turned to him. “Let’s be elsewhere tonight, shall we? Would you like to hear one?â€
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The girl nodded, unblinking eyes glued to her beloved grandpa and tea forgotten between her hands. Her mind was already drifting away when the old man’s voice lighted up the room once more, like many other times.
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“A long, long time ago…â€
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Clover was sitting on one of the chairs inside her grandfather’s shop, knees up to her face and gaze down to the floor, together with her mood. Such was reflected on her calm voice.
Â
The magic shop was almost as she remembered it, a magical place where she’d always felt safe, but it was also different that night. Different, like everything else.
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“That hasn’t been decided yet, Clover. There is no such thing as fate,†her grandpa replied, walking towards her with some tea he’d just prepared. She only raised her head to take the cup with both hands and a barely audible “thank youâ€. The man smiled, as he always did. Even if the shadow of war had also been reflected over his features, he was still something familiar, the only thing that didn’t feel completely strange that night. Especially when he spoke.
Â
“You might see them again, you might not, but none of them will disappear in either case.†He pointed at his own head with his free hand. “We have our memories, a lot of stories we can revive anytime. They might be the only thing that will always come with us wherever we go, Clover.â€
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He walked to the table, where he placed his own cup of tea. “Speaking of stories…†the man continued as he sat down and made himself comfortable. Clover’s gaze turned to him. “Let’s be elsewhere tonight, shall we? Would you like to hear one?â€
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The girl nodded, unblinking eyes glued to her beloved grandpa and tea forgotten between her hands. Her mind was already drifting away when the old man’s voice lighted up the room once more, like many other times.
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“A long, long time ago…â€
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Clover Blake (Hyur) /Â K'mih Yohko (Miqo'te)