The Guardians of the Crystals- Officially Over

(Oops, missed you Solaris, but yeah Damien gets her, do you want me to write something else you know what I'm gonna write something else) 

She was lost in there. And Damien had exactly the same reasons she had. He got her. 
This also had another reason tho... Talking to them? She couldn't tell them, she could never tell anyone! What if they asked? If they asked anything? She had to.. 

Crossing the nearest corner she could see, she couldn't see another person anymore either. Was this a room or hallway? Well, who minded, she couldn't see anyone anymore, so she could take a breather and then calmly walk. And that's what she did. She walked. Still opening doors, brushing walls and scouting every area, as she was doing before. Just less panicky, more... tired, exhausted. 

Celeste nodded nervously, and shifted awkwardly on her feet. "Well, I'll do what I can," She finally said, brushing past Damien. Wanting some solitude, she slipped into the library.

((Well, this is a problem the people in the roleplay all have to fix together. Celeste's still under the Obliteria so I don't know what might happen x3))

Damien nodded, then decided to head off in the direction he had seen Nellie go, hoping he could find her and apologize for scaring her like he had.

Ezio look out the window and towards the forest, "I am worried for dear Luna...." he said looking back at Arthur, "do you think she is all right"

(I will do my very best to contribute, even though I just got here, don't know any characters, don't know what anything is anyone talks about, and am way over my head I will do my very best and throw everything in the game I got to contribute towards helping Celeste ^^ I hope one day my OC's get just as important as she is!) 

Library... that looked like what she was in. So many books... mesmorized, she brushed her hand across the backs of the books. Snapping up, she heard someone enter. No....! That was not... She had to get out of here!! 

She rushedly looked around, somewhere already knowing that while she was looking for a hiding place, Celeste had already seen her, looking around for a hiding place. 

Well, this wasn't gonna work, she she guessed she just had to... RUN!!!!! 

She bolted, only to bump into the guy that was chasing her. Right into him. She didn't think she could get out of a grip from him, so she tried getting away from his reach before he could get a grip on her... Panicked, she tried to rush past him. 

Having followed him, Flutter stood behind Damien, a bit awkwardly, whining and watching this. She knew Nellie didn't even notice her... 

Arthur watched Celeste leave, a pain stabbing his heart. The General felt like he was failing. He couldn't help but wonder about how different things would be if another person had been appointed as her personal guard. He knew that Jason would probably be a better candidate than himself.

He stared at the door she had walked out of. He felt like he should follow, but remembered Brandon's words. Would chasing after her out of worry count as him treating her as a child?

He bit the corner of his lip, walking out on her veranda instead, looking out at the ocean, placing his hands on the rails. What have you done, Arthur?

Celeste paced the back of the library, thoughts racing in her head. Those feelings are fake. No, they aren't. You don't actually- She stopped herself and took a deep breath. "I can't," She said to herself, feeling her heart ache painfully. "I promised I'd go on my own path. That promise I'll keep."

Feeling rage bubble in her chest, she yanked the ring from her finger and stared at it for a long moment. "It's all your fault," She muttered, feeling tears threaten to fall. With an angry huff, she threw the crystal deep into the library. She could faintly hear the clatter of it landing as she ventured deeper and deeper into the vast library, wanting to escape her life, her fate, her entire self.

((How's everyone doing?))

Damien felt Nellie run into him, and caught her, "easy, Nellie easy, I wont hurt you" he said, trying to reassure her, hoping he wouldn't earn the ire of her wolf companion, he hadn't noticed Flutter following him

(doing well. I put up a sheet for a new char)

((I wasn't doing good at all a few hours ago but I'm feeling a bit better c:))

Arthur watched a wave travel all the way to the beach, his eyes lingering on the glittering sand. He remembered the night he'd spent with Luna, and he frowned softly.

She did run away from Celeste, from us all. I wasn't able to do anything because something about Brandon in that state just made me unable to move. He thought, running his fingers through his crimson hair with a gentle sigh.

The General walked back into Celeste's room, looking around. He saw a piece of paper and a pen on a table and decided to write a brief note. While he wasn't sure how it'd be reacted to, he felt like it was at least considerate to tell Celeste where he was going.

Folding the note neatly, he looked over at a few flowers Celeste had, probably the ones she used to weave her flower crowns. He plucked one from the bunch, a shimmering red anemone.

With that, he left her room and headed to his own, packing a few things simply because he didn't know how long he'd be out, searching for Luna. He would continue trying to help Celeste, but that didn't mean he'd just forget about Luna.

Slipping his favorite greatsword into its sheath on his back, he walked out of the Palace, using a less-taken route so he wouldn't get any questioning stares. He headed to the stables and tacked up Maxim, hanging the two bags he had on his saddle. Leading the dark stallion out, he mounted him and took a deep breath.

Here goes nothing.

((Accepted it just now!!))

Soon Celeste felt the tug of the crystal as she moved farther and farther from it. Even if she went back, she wasn't sure she could find it, for all she knew it was buried somewhere in the deep carpeting and walls of books. She chewed on her lip nervously as she kept going, deeper and deeper, and the books kept getting dustier and dustier.

Soon the air was thick with dust. Sniffling a little, Celeste waved her hand in the air, and instantly the dust cleared. Sighing, she sat down in a lone chair.

The silence gave her time to think, which was one thing she didn't want to do. She wanted to stay. But then there was...

Celeste stared at her wrists, studying the very-faint scars that traced the area around her wrists. Running a finger over the scars, the lamps around her began to flicker. One by one, they began to blink out, leaving her in total darkness.