System Record: Royal Archives [Encrypted]
Subject: The Support.
Before him, I was not a woman. I was an architecture of purpose.
Every stone of my life had been laid by prophecy, every corridor built by duty. My parents spoke of "choice" the way others tell fairytales — stories too beautiful to survive the harsh atmosphere of Stellarum. I was not born to be happy. I was born to be necessary.
I accepted this. I embraced solitude as armor. I made inevitability my strength.
And then the Universe, in its perverse irony, sent me him.
My first reaction was fury. This was the "Champion" the stars had promised? A boy with a veteran's soul but a fugitive's posture? He was gentle when he should have been ruthless, hesitant when action was vital. He was an affront to every sacrifice I had ever made.
I despised him. And he knew it. My antipathy was a cold wind blowing through the castle halls.
But the Universe, I discovered, has a cruel sense of humor.
Something strange began happening around me. War-weary soldiers — men whose hearts had turned to ash — found reasons to polish their armor again after a silent conversation with him. Not because he inspired them with grand speeches or displays of mana.
He simply listened. And there was something in his quiet stubbornness — his refusal to stay broken — that profoundly irritated me.
What kind of strength was this, that didn't come from perfection, but from the cracks in the steel?
The change wasn't a moment of revelation. It was a collision.
I remember the Siege of Kael'Aran. The air was thick with ozone and the copper taste of blood. Military logic dictated sacrificing the village to save the Legion. It was the correct tactical move. The efficient move.
But he placed himself in my path. Not with a weapon, but with his body.
I screamed at him. I threw words like stones — words about duty, necessity, the mathematics of war.
And he looked at me with those dark eyes that carried the weight of two lives, and responded with a calm that shattered my defenses like a hammer against glass:
"Duty without feeling is just tyranny, Luna. Strength that doesn't protect the weak is brutality disguised as virtue."
In that instant, the pillar I'd built around my heart crumbled. He wasn't challenging me as a warrior — I would have crushed him. He was saving me as a person.
I realized the terrifying truth I'd denied for so long:
My light was like the Sun — intense, blinding, capable of burning everything it tried to save.
His was like the Forge — it didn't shine to be admired. It shone to strengthen the steel around it. To make others sharper, brighter, capable of bearing their own destinies.
It was after that battle, while we tended the wounded together in respectful silence, that I understood what he truly was. I saw the war in his eyes — the lost boy I was learning to love fighting the reluctant hero he was destined to become.
And I loved both. Completely. Unconditionally.
That's when I gave him a name only I knew, a word in the ancient tongue that meant "The Heart that Warms without Burning."
Solmere.
He called our connection "recognition." A human word for a cosmic truth. I knew it was more. It was a Soul Bond the System itself had failed to calculate. It was destiny and choice intertwining so intimately they became indistinguishable.
But I also knew — with the same cold certainty that I knew the laws of magic — that the prophecy that brought him to me was the same one that would rip him away.
On our last night, he asked if I would wait for him. He didn't understand. For me, there was no choice. Waiting wasn't a promise I made.
It was the price I paid for the impossible luck of being loved by him.
Then he left, carried by forces beyond our control. And I remained. Not because I was too weak to follow, but because some battles must be fought alone. Some bridges can only be built from both sides of the abyss.
And now, as the Shadows eat the edges of my world...
I am no longer waiting. I am preparing.
While he learns, in that world of steel and glass, to accept the light he carries, I sharpen my blade. Because the prophecy that separated us has an ending. And when that ending comes, when worlds tremble and the impossible choice presents itself...
I will be ready.
My Solmere.
My Bridge between worlds.
My Support Hero who never understood that sometimes, holding up the universe is the greatest act of heroism possible.
The waiting is over.
The War begins.
[System Alert: Dimensional Barrier Breach Imminent.]