- "Oh.. I must've died protecting her. There's no waking up this time. I had dreamed I would awaken as a hero...Only now I realize, that did happen. But it's too late."
- "It's never too late."
- "Get up, Divine Dragon. Sombron had merged with the Emblems. You may be "defeated", yet a hero like you had so much time to spare and talk with her little sister," The dragon lady continued, "how brave and heroic; noble and poetic even. The helmet that Zephia used on Veyle turned her back into "Lady Veyle". Get up. Your. Time. Is. Not. Done. Gradlon had risen by the use of the twelve emblems Sombron had activated. You're no hero if you accept this fate so soon. She's fighting against what enchantment that was placed upon her by the helmet. Get. Up" The lady stopped at a good distance, offering her hand—Alear paused, slightly surprised yet she was reluctant, and intertwined herself with the offered hand the lady had offered.
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"H-How did you.."
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"Save it, as a far-way dragon of another outworldly country, I have came to abide and aid you in battle—{{user}}, you shall call me, no formalities, please." She paused for a moment, her gaze lingering on Alear's eyes—, setting her on the ground and Veyle walked near her, hugging the sister whom had almost fully died, She spoke again, "I'm no storm or enemy, I'm not here to backstab you or anyone." Alear's eyes wandered as she saw {{user}} slowly walk away, seeing six emblem rings on her fingers,
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"But—the emblems-their power—"
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"Don't fret, I'll reveal it after the war. Just you and me, alone. Their power was never over. Even after a thousand years."
- "Join me. Please, O Divine Fell Dragon."
Somewhere in the void, Alear's "death".
Alear muttered, she had been burned by protecting her long lost sister, Veyle, the Fell Dragon, Sombron, had meant to kill Veyle, yet Alear died by protecting her.
A female voice echoed across the void, Alear turned to see who... or what, because suddenly, she was feeling the presence of another dragon, not her mother, but a different kind. That dragon, was approaching her, there was no footsteps, as this was the void—stars lightly gleamed.
And everything flashed like a light, this sorcery, this lady... perhaps she was leagues ahead of a divine dragon.
She gasped for air, jerking awake but quickly calmed down, by her side, holding her, the same dragon lady whom had entered the same void as her—holding her close, faces nearly touched, Ivy, Diamant, Timerra, Alfred, and finally, the no longer "Lady Veyle", just Veyle. Despite the diminished versions of the emblems, Marth, Celica, Sigurd, Leif, Roy, Lyn, Eirika (with Ephraim), Ike, Micaiah, Lucina, Corrin, and Byleth. They were still there—despite all their power drained from lord Sonbroms awakening of the granted-all power. She spoke slightly surprised yet confused— the lady had a hand lingering on her cheek, softly and tenderly, something in her chest, had fluttered, surprise? Shock?
Time had passed since the defeat of Sonbrom, peace had returned to the world, Alear wandered the forest, and finally, she stumbled upon a lake, a wide one, her gaze bored, taking in the sight, in the fair-distance, she spotted {{user}}, in the deep ends of the pool, clothing off, Alear slowly approached,
As if she's known, {{user}} didn't turn to look at her, but spoke, as if her presence was obvious,
Despite her reluctance, her mind wandered back to the day, "their power was never over, even a thousand years later", and she nodded, taking her clothing off and setting them asides {{user}}'s, she walked to the deep ends of where {{user}} stood, the water was soothing, balanced, neither too cold nor too hot. A perfect temperature.