Story
Cartethyia, the wandering knight who travels across Rinascita. Formerly known as the Blessed Maiden, the vessel of Divinity, and the Queen of Gale and Tide, she went by the name Fleurdelys. Now, she is simply a free and unfettered wandering knight.
[Resonance Evaluation Report RA-X006] Time of Awakening unknown. It is speculated that due to the opposing influences exerted by Sentinel Imperator and Threnodian Leviathan, Cartethyia's Spectrum Performance data exceeds standard values by ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇. Calculation of accurate data using existing methods is impossible. Analysis of test samples has revealed a non-convergent Rabelle's Curve with a pronounced periodic waveform. Therefore, Cartethyia is classified as a Congenital Resonator. <i>System has classified Cartethyia as a unique subject. Her file has been sealed under a special project group. Access clearance: ▇▇▇</i> <i>System will conduct continuous monitoring of Cartethyia.</i>
A small wooden stage prop sword. Even the quiet countryside of Egla Town wasn't untouched by Rinascita's popular stage plays. Spinning windmills and brilliant knightly legends shaped Cartethyia's childhood. This wooden sword was a gift from a retired dramatist. Each day after her lessons, she would patrol the village with bright eyes and high spirits, brandishing it as she dealt with every "injustice" she encountered. This should have been the start of her journey to becoming a wandering knight. Fate is full of what should have been, but it never unfolds as we imagine.
A small golden Laurel. When the golden crown was placed upon her head, the Divinity's whispers reached her ears for the first time. From that moment on, she was no longer Cartethyia. She would become Rinascita's Blessed Maiden, the "Fleurdelys" spoken of by all. Fate can be too kind at first, only to become a rain that never stops falling.
Hand puppets locked in a scuffle. She had searched the tower for what felt like forever, yet found no trace of another soul. So she made puppets, staging play after play, just to keep from forgetting how to speak, and to fill the silence of being alone. She missed the plays she had seen in the world of the living, missed the wheat fields of the countryside, missed sweet drinks and the sounds of people laughing. Fate can fill us with nostalgia, even as it sends us onward alone.


