Lucinda felt someone or something catch her mid-fall. She slowly opened her eyes to see a man, no he wasn't that old, a boy that was supposedly her age holding her in his arms. She chuckled for a bit inside thinking that this could be some kind of fairytale dream. After a few seconds they finally landed on the rooftop.

She slowly opened her eyes and gazed at her rescuer. " W-Who are you? " her voice was somewhat like a whisper. It had been a long time since she actually moved her mouth to speak. On her hand, the lance she carried had disappeared and turned into a katana with a white scabbard. The handle had a bony design to it and at the tip was a design that looked like a miniaturized version of her head when she was still an Adjucha. She could still feel the bony plates that stuck to her body.

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