A holo-image of Sabé in a simple deep reddy orange gown with hair down shimmers to life. She is seated on the floor of what appears to be her meditation room. She is barefoot and resting her weight on one hand as the other twirls a ribbon that rests on the Katana that sits in front of her lap. She has a look of peaceful contentment on her features as she begins to speak.


Legends they say always bears some small kernel of truth. For behind every hero there is a man or woman, a mortal of flesh and blood filled made up of strengths and weakness. That within each tale there is a lesson taught; a piece of wisdom given.

It’s hard to fully comprehend this when one is so used to hearing epics of such nobility and honour. I’ve always had such respect for the members of the Old Guard. They were everything I’ve always wanted to become, to embody. As a child it was always a dream to be able to meet one in person, to be able to call one a friend.

But if one is to best describe this moment in its entirety one must speak of it as though it were the telling of a legend. To do otherwise would lessen the importance and potency to which these events had occurred. As such I will speak from its beginning and hope that in some small way I will be able portray this blessing properly and with all the justice it deserves.

The gods have a unique way of granting such wishes, leaving one to be careful of what they wish for, as one can never know if it will come true. Nothing comes without its price and this maiden discovered that this was no different for her. For some things are meant to have, but never to be held.

As such some years ago a wish was made and it came to pass during a time of turmoil for our kingdom. For two avatars of the Old Guard crossed the path of a Queen and inadvertently entered hers as well. While it was the older of the two that commanded and controlled the security of the situation, it was the younger that left his mark on the maiden.

Right from the beginning there was something unique about this particular warrior that could not go unnoticed. Something one can’t quite fully explain. It was as though his eyes held a secret that was meant to be seen by one only and even then only in due time.

Even more intriguing was the silent understanding that followed shared between them as though like a spiritual bond that surpassed the need of words. While the maiden couldn’t possibly begin to understand it she never once second guessed it. It was sacred in its own right and demanded a respect of its own. For even with a mere glance or a hint of a smile so much was said, so much was shared. It was the beginning of a legend that she never anticipated, but one that left her feeling both humbled and blessed. For she believed that only in the legends could one meet a member of the Old Guard, nevermind have a chance to befriend them.

But this was no ordinary friendship although at the time she couldn’t have possibly known this. For all she knew was that she had met someone who understood her loyalty to her duties, to her Queen and mistress. That this noble warrior had bestowed upon her, the honour and privilege of his friendship.

However the warrior had duties of his own and with the passing of these tumultuous times they were both separated, called to different pathes to follow in the name of duty and honour. Pathes that ensured they would be apart for years to come. Yet even so the noble warrior always remained in the maiden’s thoughts like a phantom memory or a silent gift that could only be open when she needed it the most. Years later she came to learn that her memory too remained in his thoughts as well. But while the maiden and her noble knight believed their roads would never again cross, the gods knew better and in time a new danger was birthed one this time far more sinister and with it came the return of the noble knight.

It was a moment that would forever remain in etched into her history. For their reunion was so unexpected and yet so welcomed. It came at a time when the loss of one dear to her was still a fresh wound. Yet even so she would never forget how the mere sight of him had helped heal her sorrow in ways that even now she couldn’t fully explain. But once more she never questioned it and the moment became one of many that she would never forget.

For even now there are moments when the maiden can close her eyes and still hear the clashing of metal against metal as they moved to the dance of blades. Such swordsmanship she had never been seen in her lifetime and she didn’t think it would ever be seen again in another. But there was something different this time, something she couldn’t possibly understand and yet it was something she couldn’t ignore. Looking back, she now realized he felt it too.

But how was the maiden to know that something was changing between them? For like a shift in the air, or an aligning of two stars it was so subtle that it was impossible to truly understand without knowing just what it was she was trying to comprehend. For it was the silent song of two hearts beginning to create a symphony meant only for them to hear when the time was right. So while this beautiful symphony was beginning to create its first notes of music not once did the maiden ever consider the possibility that not only had she befriended this noble knight but she was falling in love with him.

However everything happens for a purpose and over time what started as a few notes of a song had grown into a beautiful piece of music. A masterpiece that was now ready to reveal itself to its unwitting creators. All that was needed was the perfect moment. And this came with the strange unspoken fear that plagued the maiden. She didn’t know what it was she felt for him for it wasn’t something she could properly explain but deep within her instincts she knew something terrible had happened to her dear friend. But it was only after she saw him again did she learn that he had been wounded in battle. However the gods had smiled upon him and as such he was well on his way to being healed when their pathes once more crossed. It was only then that their silent song of love began to unveil itself.

But it wasn’t a loud clashing of thunder or the downpour of rain like so many tales of love for this was something far more delicate. Like a beautiful tune that is carried with the wind. For like the maiden’s friendship with the noble knight it was subtle and sweet. So that it did not truly begin to reveal itself until the maiden found herself wandering through the Botanical gardens with her dear friend by her side.

She would never forget the comfortable silence that had settled between them or the many words that remained unspoken and yet shared. She couldn’t say when the truth began to reveal itself to her, but she would never forget when it did. For it was in his eyes. For in her knight’s blue orbs there held so many secrets that were always within view, but just out of reach. But on this day the mystery of his eyes had begun to slowly reveal itself. It was a moment she’d never forget it for as long as she lived. For it felt as though their hearts were but flowers beginning to bloom before her eyes. That in its blossoms came the gentle scent of a love that their souls had always known they held for each other, but never consciously realized.

But while the maiden and her knight had come finally come to understand their love for each other neither dared to breathe the thoughts that weighed heavy on their hearts. For they both understood all that could not be said, as they had both sworn their lives to serve in the name of humanity. So with much respect and an even greater understanding the maiden and her noble knight remained forever silent, permitting only their hearts to speak the silent language of love.

For every wish granted from the gods is not without its burden or price. Yet despite the hidden thorn that ensured the blood of their love could never be embraced the maiden never once felt despair or sorrow for it. For the gift of love is a sacred thing, one that she knew must never be abused or taken for granted. So the maiden forever cherished what moments she could share with her dearest knight and never ceased to thank the gods for the wonderful blessing bestowed upon her...

So it was written, so it was done.

Holo-image shimmers and dissappears.