Rina's stomach turned as she saw the way she had killed those villagers. She felt so conflicted as the memory ended. Sure, she was angry but did they deserved such a horrendous end? Or the fact that she has such malicious power?
Rina wanted nothing more than to bind her hands and burn them. Anger welled up deep inside of her as she remember her resentment for her powers and wings. Her mind was starting to whirl as she tried pacing herself once more.
She's always hated her powers. But this is what made her loathe it even more. Her powers weren't good enough to help others. It can't heal, cure, or fixing broken bones. And it was so dangerous if used in a negative mind. How was she supposed to accept her powers?
Maybe she deserved the title of 'Demon'. She couldn't believe that she had done such a thing. What else would she have done?!
"It may not heal others or cure illnesses. But it can help in other ways. Your powers aren't a curse. They are gifts. And they are uncontrolled ones. You have to tame them and the first step is to control your judgment and emotions."
Rina's eyes flew open as she frantically tried to find that foreign voice. It was foreign yet nostalgic, that Valkyrie's voice.
"You are born with this power. Not cursed with it. There is a difference. You were meant to have powers and they are not foreign things in you. So treat it like how you would treat your body. Your power and you are one. If you think that your mind is weak, then your powers will be too."
"But if your mind is stable and your emotions are in check, then you can take the reigns. This memory was when you were so young. You had clue how to control anything. But you had no choice, it was to defend yourself. And sometimes, being selfish is all that matters."
"They destroyed your family. You had every right to be angry. I'm not advocating murder but don't blame your powers for doing such acts. Own up to the fact that you were mentally weak to allow such rage and anger to take over!"
"Blame the fact that you weren't strong enough to control them. And this is what is happening right now! So, take control!"
With the final words of the Valkyrie echoing through her head, Rina shouted out the final words to end the spell and give its final blow.
"I will not be denied anymore! I can control it, I can control it!"
"Flower Dance; Sacred Barrage Of Melancholy!" shouted Rina, slamming her hands down onto the ground.
The scene faded, signifying the end of all the three's dreams. Slowly by slowly, the trio woke up in real-time but Rina was still stuck in her world. There was something she needed to do before she went. She quietly asked the voice to have an illusion in front of her.
Rina ran into the arms of her adopted and parents as they embraced her in a loving hug. The little Mage wailed like a baby as she said a final and proper farewell.
"We never once looked at you as a monster. You were so young, we had no idea what to do. We couldn't just kill you either. So that was the only way to give you to the afterlife. But we never knew that you would have survived it."
"So go on, living for us. Your chapter with us is over and done with, so you'll start a new adventure again. A new family. Because this time, you can choose your family and friends. This time, it is your choice. Be proud of it, they look like a fun bunch."
With those as parting words from her dead parents, Rina wiped away her tears and took in a deep breath. It was like a large boulder had been lifted off from her chest. Rina squeezed her eyes shut as she backed away from her family.
When she opened her eyes, her parents were gone and a trail opened up. She took off, heading in the direction where the path pointed at. Her true memories started to blossom like flowers by the path. Each flower represented a fragment of her memory.
When she was an infant, when she took her first steps and when she met different people. What was once sealed was now revealed and free to bloom within her path. Rina stopped when a particular flower had a special memory.
"The day that I first held you in my arms..." said Rina, going to pick that flower up.
She held it close and ran towards the end of the path, where a familiar hand reached out to her to pull her back.