Violet Orchestra

Much later, Violet asked Petra.

"Do you regret it?"

At that time, she was not called "Petra" anymore. This name belonged to the priestess had been given to Dewendora by her, so that for a long time after that, she often forgot what she should be called. name.

Violette gave her a new name, like when they first met—she had nothing back then, the poet gave her a surname, and now the poet has given her another name, sort of like It's a cycle of fate.

"I don't regret it," she smiled. "What is there to regret? This is the best ending I can have."

"But your name..." Violet frowned slightly, hesitated.

The way he frowns is still pretty, and the worry in his eyes can be seen at a glance. She smiled and patted the poet's hand, repeating: "I really don't regret it, the new name is very nice, I like it very much."

The new name Violet gave her was Laurel, a symbol of laurel and victory.The poet said that this symbolized that she had finally won the struggle against her own destiny, and she no longer had to live under the name of the rock god. After hearing this, she pondered for a long time, and finally accepted the name with a smile.

She has indeed lived for a long time under the name of the God of Rock, and the name Petra has followed her since the day she was born and was chosen as a priestess.The mother who gave birth to her didn't even give her a second look and gave her a name of her own. She was taken away by the priestess and taken to the temple. Enjoyed the treatment of any ordinary girl.

It can be said that she lived as "Petra" for the first 20 years of her life. The status of a priestess not only brought her a lofty status, but also gave her a heavy bondage.

Does she enjoy such a life?Of course not, but even this "no" was only realized after she left Trillance Hill that she was entitled to say it.Before that, the duty of the priestess was her duty. She sat and prayed day and night in the temple dedicated to the God of Rock, hiding the secrets passed down from generation to generation of priestesses in her heart, like a sealed gallbladder.

Of course she doesn't like this kind of life. In fact, she has thought about the same question countless times: Has she really adapted to the role of priestess?The Sancho people believe in the God of Rock. Even though the God of Rock has fallen, they continue to pray with the hope that the God will recover his strength one day and return to Mount Trillance.But as a priestess who knows the truth, it is actually not easy to maintain her beliefs—how many people can convince themselves to continue believing in a past god who has completely fallen and has no possibility of returning to the altar?They felt personally that the power in the temple was getting weaker and weaker, and in her generation, they even witnessed the complete disappearance of the last divine power... Under such circumstances, she did not deny that she really did not have any more feelings for the God of Rocks. Looking forward to it.

But she sat tight-lipped in the temple, serving as a symbol of the embodiment of her people's beliefs, like all the priestesses before her.

The god of rocks chose them, so they are "Petra", a name that symbolizes glory and shackles.

She thought she couldn't go on anymore, so when Dewendora came to her door, she felt more relaxed and relieved than panic and fear.

She told Dewendola about all these things, and the latter didn't say anything after hearing it, but she couldn't bear it, and asked again: "Are... are you sure you want to accept this name?"

Although it was she who first proposed to give up the name of "Petra" and the identity of the priestess to Dewendola, after thinking about it carefully, she felt that this was not a good thing-Dewendora did not succeed her. position, continue to bear those secret obligations on her behalf.

But Dewendora just glanced at her, with no expression on her face: "Whether I accept it or not, it has nothing to do with you, does it?"

She was stunned for a moment, and then she understood what the other party meant—Dewendora had already agreed to Violet's request, and she was willing to let her give up the name Petra and leave the Sancho clan completely.

"...Thank you." She thought for a long time, and finally said so.

"I'm just thinking about Sancho, you don't have to thank me." Dewindola said.

"You're still like this," she smiled helplessly, knowing that Dewendora's temper was just like this, so she didn't try to expose the other party, but changed the subject, "In the future...we shouldn't have a chance to see you again, take care of me Be yourself."

Dewindora didn't speak, or she should have wanted to say something, but finally swallowed it back and turned her back to Petra.

"May I write to you?" Petra asked again, "on my own behalf, when I have a new name—"

"You can continue to use your original name." Dewendora interrupted her. "Anyway, this is not Trillance Mountain. No one believes in Patros. No one knows what your name means."

"No, it already belongs to you, I won't use it anymore." Petra watched her back with a smile on her lips, "Don't worry, Violet will help me think about it, he's very good at this, I can't pass it How soon will I get a new name and write to you."

Dewindora subconsciously wanted to refuse, but she stood with her back to Petra for a while, opened her mouth, and finally said nothing.

She suddenly remembered a little thing from a long time ago.At that time, she was still a little girl who knew nothing, and she had just been summoned to learn martial arts. When she saw Petra walking out of the temple for the first time, her mother told her: "Take peace with Patros. My lord treats my lord priest with the same lofty respect, do you understand?"

This is the kind of courtesy that the priestess enjoys in the Sancho tribe. Of course, she dare not contradict her mother.But after spending two days with Petra, she put the matter behind her and ran to the top of the mountain with a priest who was about her own age, and took her to see her secret base.

Petra has almost never stepped out of the temple before, and naturally she doesn't know how beautiful the scenery on the top of Trillance Mountain is - in Dewendora's description, it is a scenery that is difficult to see in the territory of Sancho.Full of longing, she followed Dewendora up the mountain. When she reached the top of the mountain, she only saw a boundless and desolate plateau occasionally dotted with a few dead trees.

This inevitably made her a little disappointed, but still very happy, after all, this was the first time she left the Sancho territory and saw the world "outside".She was happy, and Dewindora who brought her out was equally happy. This joy was pure and undisguised—even after they went back, Dewindora was fined for a full week of confinement, and she was happy.

Because she had agreed with Petra that she would pass notes from the window of the confinement room every day as a way to communicate.Even though Dewendora didn't know much writing at that time, Petra could use various patterns and descriptions to make her understand her "letter".

This is like a secret communication between the two girls. Even though the writing may be just some unnutritious content, it makes them have an indescribable tacit understanding and happiness.Their correspondence continued long afterward, ending when Petra returned to the temple when she was 15 years old.

It has been a long time since Dewendora thought of those "letters" that seem very boring now, but when Petra said that she would write to her, her tone was the same as when she handed the note from the window of the confinement room many years ago of.

Surprised that she remembered so clearly, she even felt overwhelmed, so she just kept her mouth shut and said nothing.

Dewindora came with great momentum, but left quietly.Before leaving, she hesitated for a long time, and finally said to Petra: "You...be careful."

"Ok?"

"The person who spread the news that your father was a follower of Catherine...was the temple guard Rosa."

Petra's eyes widened.

"I was surprised when she desperately helped you escape," Dewindora shook her head, looking a little annoyed, "so I killed her by mistake during the fight, otherwise I can interrogate... But whether the news is true or not False, at least she's no longer loyal to Patros."

"why?"

"Because I just realized that driving you away is not good for Patros or Catherine—the God of Rock is not willing to lose his chosen priestess. After you leave, the remaining divine power in the temple will be even thinner. Ordinary people here are beginning to feel that something is wrong; and even if the Sanchos drive out their priestesses, the faith in the rock god will not weaken, and Catherine will not get new believers because of it.” De Wendola Said, "Rosa did it just to make them both hurt, and if she died, I wouldn't get any evidence. What a good idea, isn't it?"

Petra frowned and didn't speak, but obviously thought of something.Dewendora didn't say much, seeing that she was prepared, he ended the conversation and got on the horse.

The female warriors left as silently and well-trained as when they came. The difference is that this time Petra stood behind them, watching them go in the afterglow of the setting sun, as if bidding farewell to their hometown and the past.

"Are you really writing to Dewindora?" Violet whispered beside her.

"Who knows?" Petra smiled. "If she wants to read it, maybe I will write it. After all, I wrote her many letters a long time ago."

Those "letters" filled with graffiti and marks are one of the few colors in her boring prayers in the temple. Even she can hardly explain why she suddenly remembered them, but Petra did I remembered, just now.

The letter didn't know where it went, but she still remembered Dewendora's appearance when she was imprisoned. She was not angry or unwilling. When she received her note, she even smiled like a Ganlier flower in the wasteland— —

"I like your new name very much," she said to the poet, suddenly changing her mind, "but maybe, once in a while, you can call me by my old name."

She doesn't want to completely forget those pasts, whether it's the wolf tooth necklace that was once stained with her mother's blood and now hangs on Dewendora's chest, or the rainy night that made her lose everything... This is a part of her, and she still has to... remember.