My reason to fight

I was born as a prey.
I couldn't accept that and I rebelled, both for my kind, my sister and myself. It was my first reason to fight. I'm responsible of the First Blood that leaded to the Seventh Extinction, to the Great War. I fled away from my responsibilities and hide with my kind in the Outers of the galaxy.
I feel so guilty that I lend my sword to the Empress Kitsune Daji. She was my second reason to fight, to buy my redemption in this fragile alliance I once pushed again each other. Being an assassin for the Armada wasn't an easy task for a supposed docile and fragile being like me, but what could have I done instead?
My love could have been the third reason to raise my weapons for, but alas I fell in the darkness of the incomprehension. Daji saved me from myself, my anger consuming myself.
I returned to Cenon as to heal my scars.
And I discovered my final reason to fight.

Noisette.
Tsuki.
Ayerf.
All of the girls of the orphanage of the Hirondelles.

They didn't let me down when I disappeared for my missions. They didn't hold me a grudge for my devotion for an other civilization than our own. They supported me whatever my desertion. They waited for me during months, years with an undying faith in me.
Their pure innocences, their candid smiles, their loves.
They are the reason I'm raising my sword again, with an invincible determination.

I shall destroy everything that threatens them without a single remorse.

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Boy, I know you guys won't appreciate that drawing, but I really appreciate that one, it means a lot to me.
The rise of the broken doe could have been another title for her!

Risea, Ayerf, Tsuki & Noisette © Amiral Aesir

Watercolors, the 17th December 2016