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She regained her consciousness, floating alone in the void, surrounded by the cold, far-away stars and the burning wreckage of the enemy ship.

It took her a moment to remember where she was; why she was there. And then it came back to her - The explosion. The meeting with the Saint. Her own death. And- her Paragon suit!

Her holy, beautiful, beloved battle suit, which had been with her when the nukes went off.

She could barely comprehend how she was still alive, and her mind instead latched on to the thoughts of that head-strong suit which had saved her life many times before.

She frantically looked around, hoping beyond hope that the holy relic had survived the explosion.

But a single feather, along with a chipped piece of a shoulder pauldron, was all that remained, floating peacefully in the nothingness.

She willed herself towards it, desperate to salvage even the smallest bit.

And as her hand closed around it, she felt her own new wings unfold for the first time.

~*~

Rhinnia was perfectly happy blowing herself up. She wasn't too happy when she then survived - especially when she met up with the guardsmen later and they all cheered her name, while she just wanted to go cry in a corner over the loss of her Paragon Suit <.<

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Description

She regained her consciousness, floating alone in the void, surrounded by the cold, far-away stars and the burning wreckage of the enemy ship.

It took her a moment to remember where she was; why she was there. And then it came back to her - The explosion. The meeting with the Saint. Her own death. And- her Paragon suit!

Her holy, beautiful, beloved battle suit, which had been with her when the nukes went off.

She could barely comprehend how she was still alive, and her mind instead latched on to the thoughts of that head-strong suit which had saved her life many times before.

She frantically looked around, hoping beyond hope that the holy relic had survived the explosion.

But a single feather, along with a chipped piece of a shoulder pauldron, was all that remained, floating peacefully in the nothingness.

She willed herself towards it, desperate to salvage even the smallest bit.

And as her hand closed around it, she felt her own new wings unfold for the first time.

~*~

Rhinnia was perfectly happy blowing herself up. She wasn't too happy when she then survived - especially when she met up with the guardsmen later and they all cheered her name, while she just wanted to go cry in a corner over the loss of her Paragon Suit <.<

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More of my works;