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located in The Kingdom of Valexia, a part of Ter'Ciel Saga: The War of Akyel, one of the many universes on RPG.

The Kingdom of Valexia

The sights and sounds of bustling Valexia are enough to overload one's senses.


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Character Portrait: Mariette Renard Character Portrait: Ilana Valencia
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Mariette Renard

Ilana’s honey-dipped words were genuine. Slowly but surely they slipped through the cracks of Mariette’s facade, giving the girl a warmth she hadn’t felt in ages.


Emerald eyes trailed between the Paladin’s and the cobblestone beneath their feet.

“I-I just…”

Her voice was soft. Tired and forlorn.

“I…have something. Something…important. A-and…”

The grip on her satchel finally loosened as her arms drooped to her sides. Her hands ached with relief from the pressure.

’Just do it. Tell her and be done with it. You can trust her.’

It seemed as if the entire city had gone silent. Mariette could no longer hear the commotion of main street echoing in her head. She went quiet for a moment, mouth open, seemingly willing her voice to work. After what seemed like an eternity, a noise rose in her throat.

“…it’s…it’s the Mir -“

And suddenly she was falling.


In an instant, a shadow had darted past. Pushing Mariette to the ground, the stranger rushed her and the girl felt the coarse fabric of her satchel being wrenched from her fingertips.

For a moment she was stunned. On her hands and knees, she stared at the pavement, eyes wide with shock.

’My hands… Empty…!’

Her satchel was gone. The Mirror was gone! Mariette snapped her head up in time to see a cloaked someone running down an alleyway. Her satchel was tucked under their arm.

’No no no no no no!!’

The girl’s heart sank into her chest as nausea and panic overtook her senses.

Scrambling to her feet, she cried out. The cutpurse was already a considerable distance away from her but she had to catch them. There was no other option for her. If she were to loose the Mirror now, all that she’d done would have been for naught.

A painful lump rose in her throat and her quickened pulse was making her eardrums rattle. So many thoughts and emotions swirled around her very core. A violent maelstrom of despair, anger, betrayal, guilt, and desperation. When she finally cleared her head, she found herself running after the assailant. When she realized she was running, she ran faster.