**Alright people, it's been a long time, but just as all great series do, we had to take a little transition from writing. And for the same reason, we can surely do a season 2.
*goes to re-read posts* I can tell ya, this ain't easy, catching up with the story, and looking up and down for story-posts containing specific information that you have to carefully single out and whatnot. Good luck, guys. XD
I have a suggestion, from here on out, we're gonna just write what we wanna write. Plots are on a first come first serve basis. We shouldn't have to do any behind-the-scenes discussion about the story, because that would make it seem rehearsed. Great stories should be unplanned, spontaneous and unpredictable with a twist, as is reality, right? 
Without further ado, here's to the revival of the greatest rpg story of all time - Tale of Storys. Cheers. 
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I spin around in disbelief, for a whole village inherited by people had been literally summoned right under my nose, and I didn't even notice it! No longer do these architectures belong to an archaic period, no longer do what I see lie in ruins. A bustling village crammed with hustling villagers has materialized from out of nowhere!
Just then, I feel a nostalgic vibe nearby.
"Tatsu..?"
"What is it, Swift?" Suzette probes me, noticing my suspended gaze at the air.
"It's nothing, how about we take a breather for a change?" I nod toward the festivities to our northeast, down one of the dozen rustic lanes of Shinkirou.
Thinking: We're bound to run into the others sooner or later, I just want to see Suzette's smile, for now.
The village is actually more of a biological city. On one hand, the greenery reigns proud and untouchable, looking sublime; there are evergreen trees of an exotic diversity I've never before known, sowed in desert sands. On the other, the emphasis on electricity is impeccably conspicuous, spanning from flashing signages to steel-fortified towers, immersed in the glittering grandeur of technology.
My eyes are a clear shade of azure. The fesitivities are made up of a great smorgasbord of ordinary minigames, which have been digitally enhanced and augmented.
First on our list is whack-a-mole, in which there is a wall with a 10 by 10 set of screens projected on it, fully taking up the wall's capacity. The player has to punch the mole or moles that will appear on any of the screens - according to the game vendor, who is actually sporting a tuxedo. The prize is a pair of limited edition boxing gloves labeled "
A pair of gloves best effective against dragon hides!"
"Let's go for it," Suzette half-whispers and half-squeaks, unable to suppress her own excitment of reminsicing her childhood days.
"Anything you want, Su," I smile and whisper back.
Thinking: I've never seen her excited like this, over a game. Is that her true face?
One punch, two punch, three, four and five and six at the same time.
WHAM! I cock my head up in battle alert mode, my eyes tinting with red - just to see - Suzette with her fist plugged into the now holey wall, her expression of childish frustration.
Thinking: I've never seen that before, either. I want to see more.
The vendor is practically screaming at her and she winks sheepishly at me. I quickly compose myself and stride toward them.
"Is there trouble, Su?"
"Su?! You don't mean Suzette of the dragons, do you? Suzette, the blood traitor of her mother and this village," the vendor interrupted.
"Shut up," Suzette mutters, impassive.
"How dare you return here, I've heard stories about you, terrible stories, you shameless incarnation of betrayal, you-", the vendor abhors angrily, but I cut him off by uncloaking my weapons and exhibiting them to the scene.
"Care to repeat yourself?" I say to him through grinded teeth.
"Don't, Swift," Suzette croaks out, glaring at me with swimming eyes.
Thinking: I want to love her for who she is, but was I prepared for this? Was she?
Fuming, I grab her hand and lead her away from the festivities, away from the depraved vendor, away from the curious mob that are now gathering around the commotion, some of whom are exclaiming as angrily as him.
At the town central, she struggles free from my grasp.
"What, what happened back there, Su?" I cautiously approached the subject of concern.
"You heard it yourself. I'm a traitor."
"I- I don't under-"
"I gave up my soul to the dragons! I gave this village life up! I gave my family up! I wanted to stop the dragons from the inside, but I failed and now after years, I'm still an outcast...", she wails and whimpers softly on the last few words.
"Su... I recall the vendor talking about your mother. Is she- is she still here?"
"I dunno, I can't even bring myself to face her."
I embrace Suzette and squeeze her in my arms, with more love than I can muster up. The sun is dropping in the sky and evening has cast its vermillion glow, pouring its panoramic goldness unto us and drowning the sharp light and contrasting shadows of day, drowning Suzette's cries, drowning my dying insides - dying to abolish her pain. But there are some fights Man cannot win. And this was harder than resisting Shakura's oblivion of terrorism.
"I love you, Suzette, you know I'll be with you all the way, I'll be on your side, always, even if the world deems you an outcast," I croon softly into her ears.
"I love you, Swiftant... Without you, I'd be a crumpled mess by now... I hate myself so much, can your love compensate for that?" Suzette demands.
"It'd be my pleasure to use my life trying."
......
"Aisha," Suzette's voice muffles in my chest.
"What?" I ask.
"My mother, Aisha."
**Tried to make a plot there, people. Reciprocate and give me something interesting. I have to say, besides finding information, it was freaking TOUGH getting started up again. Advice: just start writing, the only way to bypass writer's block is to write through it.**