Chaldea at Night
Chaldea at night was quiet. Empty. Servants had retired to their quarters or the night commons in order for the humans to sleep peacefully. She, however, didn’t sleep. It evaded her, like the blue lancer evaded projectiles or hit a wall like when Mash stood strong in front of her. So she wandered the halls. Chaldea was like a network of hallways, a maze that never seemed to end, and only those that knew where they were going would be able to navigate them. It didn’t matter, she wasn’t planning on going anywhere, so she wandered and thought. A dangerous thing, thoughts are.
It was the small things that ate at her. Memories of a face long gone, or a memory of watching a gruesome battle, but the worst were the feelings. The feelings that welled up inside that she never talked about. The rancid abandonment by her family, the guilt that ate her whenever she failed, the disappointment when she couldn’t give mana to her servants. Mash said she needed to rest more, Romani agreed with her. But rest did not come easy. In the darkness of her room, laying in the silence the feeling of helplessness would claw its way up her throat and choke her. It mixed bitterly with hopelessness and sorrow.
Perhaps one day she would talk about them. But that day was not today.