A conjecture of how the events may have unfolded and played. The warrior looked crestfallen as he now noticed his own corruption, his memories were fuzzy and fragmented.
He could not remember why he was there.
Ashe stared at the man, he noticed that Ellianor bore a resemblance to him, his white form with dark hair, and burning orange eyes. He was one of them.
At long last, reinforcement has come, even if the boy did not match the all bills of his people, he bore the same royalty, and the same form as them.
Yet, the insides of his hair shone like another color, a tone of orange. Almost as if… "Ugh!"
Siegfried groaned as memories flooded down his brain.
The memories of a great sword piercing his chest. A sword that was not his.
He forced his memories to flow back as far as he could. A figure clad in dark and pink, her eyes black as the void, her giant blade pierced him.
