Florn’s fingers gently brushed over the four clover’s leaves, as if confirming it’s texture. He stared at the small green plant, his expression growing complicated.
“Luck…”
he murmured, the corner of his lips lifting slightly in what seemed like a mocking smile. Luck had never been on his side—if anything, his fate had been downright cruel.
If luck were real, it should have arrived long ago, rather than leaving him trapped in this endless cycle. The wind tousled his hair, and he shivered slightly. He wasn’t sure if it was from the cold or from the memories that flickered through his mind.
Holding the four-leaf clover between his fingers, he examined it carefully, as if searching for proof that it could truly bring good fortune. But after a moment, he simply sighed and let it rest on his knee.
“If luck really exists… then why didn’t it come sooner?”
His voice was barely above a whisper, so soft that the wind could have carried it away
The silence , suffocating torment burning with the orange setting sun, always has a way of swallowing people whole, like a swamp of quicksand dragging them down. That is the privilege of those still deemed normal, the right of those who have yet to cross the threshold.
Quilla’s dreams had long since stripped her of that right, imprisoning her in a cage of eternal delight. And even now she was dreaming. Dreaming of heroism, moving forward with conviction, and acting with the unshakable belief that she was a protector of others.
Thus did Quilla, in the course of her noble vigil, arrive before a ruin of stone and cement, abandoned to the cold embrace of oblivion. The earth, ever defiant, had woven a verdant tapestry of wild grass betwixt the sundered masonry, and in the murky gloom, her keen eyes did fall upon the shadow of a stranger.
"Greetings, noble traveler!" "Isn't this a wonderful afternoon?" "Look up at the sky—the everlasting chase of sun and moon is unfolding right in front of us!" "Tell me, are you also a wanderer invited to this magnificent cosmic theatrical play?"
Her joyful voice easily shatter the suffocating silence.
"My… my Luck Goddess?! magnificent cosmic theatrical play?"
Florn was utterly shocked by the girl who had just shattered the bubble of silence he had been trapped in. He didn’t answer her question right away. Instead, he blurted out his own, his voice carrying a mix of disbelief and fragile hope.
Even as he asked, he knew the answer was probably no. But something about her—maybe the way her golden-yellow hair glowed in the sunlight, or the way she introduced herself —made him want to believe, even if just for a moment.
"Are you here to save me...? Do you have any idea how hard it is, every single day? It feels like everything is pulling me apart, dragging me down, swallowing me whole..."
Florn didn’t care if she was real or not. At this moment, all he could do was let everything out—all the emotions he had been bottling up, pouring them into the space between them.
His feelings were still wild and unstable, but as he looked at the girl, something in him started to settle, just a little. After a brief silence, he realized how out of control he had been. The weight of his own desperation hit him, and a flicker of self-awareness crept in. He took a deep breath, his voice quieter now, almost apologetic.
Those emotions that was spilled, were something that comes from pain and suffer. Those aren’t things the dream allows Quilla to process so her reality smudge it to the point she only recognized the one in front of her is someone in distress in need of a hero. Then, she smiled, her eyes with the same hue as the setting sun sparkle with determination.
”I may not be a goddess but I AM here to save you, my friend.” ”Be not afraid, a hero will never turn away from anyone who needs help. ” She proclaim with pride. Answering everybit of his word one by one. ”And, I am most definitely a hero!”
” And for the play, I meant this.” She turned around as she said so, displaying the whole sky with color shifting every second due to the sunset. ”isn’t this marvelous? We are here at this moment witnessing the beauty that was sent toward us fromthe other side of the universe! What a miracle!”
Florn stared at the sky, watching the shifting colors of the sunset. His eyes flickered for a moment, as if touched by the beauty, but he quickly looked away, letting out a small scoff.
"Yeah... it’s pretty."
"But it’s just light refracting through the atmosphere… not some ‘miracle from the other side of the universe."
Finally, he looked at the girl, his gaze a little deeper now, trying to understand her. His lips twitched slightly, almost forming a smile, or maybe just a reflex.
"But tell me… why do you believe in ‘heroes’ so much?"
His voice was quieter, like he was asking her, but also himself.
She closed her eyes, retreating into the embrace of memory, reliving that fateful day when she was reunited with her brother. "As though fate itself had ordained it, as the destined king draws forth the sword from stone, so too did my hero unbar the gate to my freedom! In that moment, all I had long awaited was proven true—heroes are real!"
And yet, her reply was not finished. She opened her eyes once more, her gaze unwavering. "Because I hold steadfast to the future I long to reach." Her eyes, radiant as the setting sun, locked onto the one before her, ablaze with unwavering resolve.
"No matter how distant it may seem, I shall never relinquish this dream. I shall march forward upon the path of heroes, and I believe that one day, I too shall stand as one. I shall give all I am to aid those who cry out for help!"
"For as long as I walk this earth, so too shall my belief in heroes remain unshaken!"
Quilla felt a hint of confusion at the Florn's reaction—of course, she could not possibly know his thoughts. But as she watched the subtle shifts in his expression, as she observed him rise to his feet, her intuition whispered to her:
A hero should be able to do even more.
And so, Quilla opened her arms and offered the person before her a warm embrace.
"We are but travelers upon this vast and winding road, dear friend. If the stars above have once more cast their guiding light upon your path, then accept this humble blessing of mine."
"May your journey press ever onward, may your steps never falter, and may the tale of your travels reach its most glorious conclusion—just as all the grandest adventures are destined to do!"
Florn paused for a moment when he saw the girl open her arms, then quickly stepped forward and hugged her tightly. His embrace was firm, filled with unspoken gratitude.
"Thank you!"
His voice was steady but full of sincerity.
"You may not be a luck goddess , but you're definitely a lucky superhero!"
奎拉&Florn
“Luck…”
he murmured, the corner of his lips lifting slightly in what seemed like a mocking smile. Luck had never been on his side—if anything, his fate had been downright cruel.
The wind tousled his hair, and he shivered slightly. He wasn’t sure if it was from the cold or from the memories that flickered through his mind.
“If luck really exists… then why didn’t it come sooner?”
His voice was barely above a whisper, so soft that the wind could have carried it away
Her dream narrate for her as always.
Her joyful voice easily shatter the suffocating silence.
Florn was utterly shocked by the girl who had just shattered the bubble of silence he had been trapped in. He didn’t answer her question right away. Instead, he blurted out his own, his voice carrying a mix of disbelief and fragile hope.
"Are you really my Luck Goddess?"
Florn didn’t care if she was real or not. At this moment, all he could do was let everything out—all the emotions he had been bottling up, pouring them into the space between them.
After a brief silence, he realized how out of control he had been. The weight of his own desperation hit him, and a flicker of self-awareness crept in. He took a deep breath, his voice quieter now, almost apologetic.
He repeated the words slowly, rolling them over in his mind.
"Umm… what do you mean by that?"
Then, she smiled, her eyes with the same hue as the setting sun sparkle with determination.
She proclaim with pride. Answering everybit of his word one by one.
She turned around as she said so, displaying the whole sky with color shifting every second due to the sunset.
"Yeah... it’s pretty."
"But it’s just light refracting through the atmosphere… not some ‘miracle from the other side of the universe."
"If this counts as a miracle, then......then......"
“You’re right! this is a miracle”
"But tell me… why do you believe in ‘heroes’ so much?"
His voice was quieter, like he was asking her, but also himself.
Her eyes, radiant as the setting sun, locked onto the one before her, ablaze with unwavering resolve.
Florn’s mind conjured up an image of his past self, just as happy, just as full of belief in heroes.
Then why had he been the one to destroy that belief?
Thinking about it, wasn’t his current "work" the same as that of a hero? The thought almost made him laugh.
“You are a true hero! Don’t give up on your ideals and beliefs! I have to go now.”
For once, a genuine smile appeared on his usually shadowed face—a rare and fleeting glimpse of happiness.
But as she watched the subtle shifts in his expression, as she observed him rise to his feet, her intuition whispered to her:
A hero should be able to do even more.
And so, Quilla opened her arms and offered the person before her a warm embrace.
"Thank you!"
His voice was steady but full of sincerity.
"You may not be a luck goddess , but you're definitely a lucky superhero!"
Florn released his hold and took a step back,and walk away.
成功達成全英文ＲＰ好開心
全英文看起來好有感覺！！（
雖然看不懂佛諾中的圖超好看