For once, things were a bit more calm. It was unusual...but not unpleasant. Alessia certainly welcomed it, as she stood on the balcony of her apartment and looked up at the night sky. Perhaps it was time...
A hand reached up and fiddled with her miraculous, which now hung from a stud in her earlobe instead of the usual choker from before. Its familiar feeling soothed her nerves as she remained deep in thought, until Shava spoke up.
“Considering if you’re ready?”
“Mm-hm... We’re pretty much starting fresh now, aren’t we...? It’s almost nerve racking... But here we are.”
“Just remember what you have chosen to commit to. The past is erased. In the eyes of many, you are new.”
“Yeah... I guess we better get started showing Paris their ‘new’ Falcon, then.”
“Well, if you believe it’s time, you know what to say.”
“Hah, that I do. Alright, let’s do this! Shava, to the skies!”
A silver light covered Alessia’s body. Once it faded, Cacciatrice was not who remained. No, it was...someone very different.
“A fresh start... From this point on, Cacciatrice is gone. I will not carry her name any longer. Instead... I shall name myself...
With that, Falciela opened her wings and raised them up. Taking a deep breath and quietly reassuring herself, she jumped off the balcony and took to the air.
This was Paris’ new Peregrine Falcon, and she planned on staying for a long time.