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Description
Flower gleam and glow,
Let your power shine,
Make the clock reverse,
Bring back what once was mine,

Heal what has been hurt,
Change the fates' design
Save what has been lost,
And bring back what once was mine,
What once was mine.

I guess I just wanted to show off some more of Miakoda's past and family, so I made this. On the left is when she was just a little girl with her parents. Her father was Kilorn, the White Knight, whose magic-enchanted armor protected him and allowed him to defend others as well, and her mother was Lady Lavender, a powerful mage who used her love-fueled magic to heal the injured and sick, but if used for harm could do damage to both herself and others around her. She and Kilorn had met after he saved her life, and soon fell in love. They were both well respected and wealthy, being good, kindhearted people that they tried to pass on to their children. With Lysander, they succeeded, with Miakoda, it was due to these very efforts that they failed.

Despite the rift that grew between Miakoda and her parents, she does love them deeply, and she reminisces the more happier days on the left before it all changed. On the right is Miakoda as she is now at seventeen, dark, calculating, and sadistic, but every now and then, you can the old warmth and kindness she once had peek through and take over. At few moments, you can even see hints of vulnerability that are the most human she seems whenever she remembers her childhood. Her brother Lysander has seen this before, which gives him just the slightest bit of hope he can someday bring her back around to the light. On the right, she's visiting Avalonne for just a moment, staring at a pair of marble statues recently made to honor her parents and their good deeds after they mysteriously disappeared. It's widely believed that they are probably dead since when magic is involved, a disappearance can mean a variety of things had happened, hence the statues made in their likeness meant to honor and remember them. Though Mia doesn't know who issued their construction, she can't help but thankful to them because for a moment, she can pretend that they are still with her.

She had already been on a downward spiral, but the day they disappeared was when she went fully over to the dark side. She still, however, searches for them, and even occasionally joins forces with her estranged brother to track them down when he writes to her of a recent lead in their whereabouts. Even if they are dead, she would rather have some sense of closure.

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Staring up at the statues, Miakoda was silent a moment, before she collapsed onto her knees and broke down in tears. She placed a hand on the marble face of her father, then her mother. Part of her regretted not being the daughter they wanted, and knowing she never could be. "I'm sorry," she whispered. Sorry for tarnishing their legacy with her crimes, but she only felt guilt for them, not for her actions. Those she had relished, but it seemed they had always brought her to the realization of the horribleness of her deeds, and the very sight of them now wasn't at all different. "I know you only wanted what was best for me. You never meant for it to end this way." Her voice cracked and she sobbed for their forgiveness. She almost thought of bringing the statues to life to comfort her, but she knew they would be hollow, false, made only to imitate her parents memory, dolls. "I just wish things had been different."

Description
Flower gleam and glow,
Let your power shine,
Make the clock reverse,
Bring back what once was mine,

Heal what has been hurt,
Change the fates' design
Save what has been lost,
And bring back what once was mine,
What once was mine.

I guess I just wanted to show off some more of Miakoda's past and family, so I made this. On the left is when she was just a little girl with her parents. Her father was Kilorn, the White Knight, whose magic-enchanted armor protected him and allowed him to defend others as well, and her mother was Lady Lavender, a powerful mage who used her love-fueled magic to heal the injured and sick, but if used for harm could do damage to both herself and others around her. She and Kilorn had met after he saved her life, and soon fell in love. They were both well respected and wealthy, being good, kindhearted people that they tried to pass on to their children. With Lysander, they succeeded, with Miakoda, it was due to these very efforts that they failed.

Despite the rift that grew between Miakoda and her parents, she does love them deeply, and she reminisces the more happier days on the left before it all changed. On the right is Miakoda as she is now at seventeen, dark, calculating, and sadistic, but every now and then, you can the old warmth and kindness she once had peek through and take over. At few moments, you can even see hints of vulnerability that are the most human she seems whenever she remembers her childhood. Her brother Lysander has seen this before, which gives him just the slightest bit of hope he can someday bring her back around to the light. On the right, she's visiting Avalonne for just a moment, staring at a pair of marble statues recently made to honor her parents and their good deeds after they mysteriously disappeared. It's widely believed that they are probably dead since when magic is involved, a disappearance can mean a variety of things had happened, hence the statues made in their likeness meant to honor and remember them. Though Mia doesn't know who issued their construction, she can't help but thankful to them because for a moment, she can pretend that they are still with her.

She had already been on a downward spiral, but the day they disappeared was when she went fully over to the dark side. She still, however, searches for them, and even occasionally joins forces with her estranged brother to track them down when he writes to her of a recent lead in their whereabouts. Even if they are dead, she would rather have some sense of closure.

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Staring up at the statues, Miakoda was silent a moment, before she collapsed onto her knees and broke down in tears. She placed a hand on the marble face of her father, then her mother. Part of her regretted not being the daughter they wanted, and knowing she never could be. "I'm sorry," she whispered. Sorry for tarnishing their legacy with her crimes, but she only felt guilt for them, not for her actions. Those she had relished, but it seemed they had always brought her to the realization of the horribleness of her deeds, and the very sight of them now wasn't at all different. "I know you only wanted what was best for me. You never meant for it to end this way." Her voice cracked and she sobbed for their forgiveness. She almost thought of bringing the statues to life to comfort her, but she knew they would be hollow, false, made only to imitate her parents memory, dolls. "I just wish things had been different."