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A jade-colored longbow that is said to be able to shoot down even the twilit clouds over the horizon. Upon it is inlaid a precious bead.
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Buried in the depths, it has long been drenched in darkness, yet its luster endures, ever shining and glowing.
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In times long past, when a dark calamity befell the vermillion valley, countless Millelith soldiers sallied forth, heroism in their hearts.
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Among all these valiant figures was a young archer who came from the mountains, and who would eventually remain in the depths, never to leave.
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"I am the daughter of the cliffs of Glazed Sand Crystal. My blood knows no fear."
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"With so many Millelith willingly heading towards their doom in battle, it would be shameful for us mountain people to just stand by and watch."
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"It may be natural that a cataclysm that we have not yet seen with our own eyes remains a foreign and abstract concept to us."
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"Yet now that it stands before us, how could we do anything other than hold the line and do our duty..."
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The stubborn young woman stole the bow that belonged to her father, the tribal chief, by night, before following the Millelith as they sallied out.
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As she steeled herself to never again see the light of day, the gem on the bow gleamed.
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"The dark bats she felled with every shot, the giant tortoise of the dark ooze, she nailed to the ground."
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"The magnificent bow danced like the clouds themselves, its arrows' cold gleam tearing through blighted beast-flesh."
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"No deluge of filth from the abyss, nor twisted demon from the warped depths..."
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"No incomprehensible terror could make her heart quail, or force her to retreat."
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The people of the mountains would sing songs in praise of their daughter, though she of whom the songs spoke would never again return to them.
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These tunes would change and shift with the passage of time like dawn's glow even to this day, yet she who owned the bow would never come back.
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"The only thing I truly fear is to be lost and forgotten."
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"Should ill fate dictate that I am to be buried in some nameless place, do not forget me." |