Previously on Rune Factory 4:
The last time I played Rune Factory 4 was around a year ago in the middle of my struggles in Arc 3's Rune Prana. Due to the overwhelming difficulty spike and the incredibly long time it takes to level up Lest's stats I abandoned the game (also Kid Icarus Uprisng was my main priority that time) leaving it on my case hibernating.
Yesterday, for the first time in the 200 hours that I've played, I got bored playing Smash 4 3DS. So the logical thing for me to do was either continue exploring labyrinths inPersona Q or actually take my Zeldathon seriously and move forward with Majora's Mask. I did not do either of those. Instead I thought about adding spice to my loveless life and discovering what romance feels like, even if it is just virtual and make-believe.
But I left a hanging question: Dolce, Margaret, or Clorica, who among them do I really love?
So I returned to Selphia.
It was the final days of Fall - Autumn frosts have slain July - and winter lingers on again carrying with it the sad remembrance of forgotten relationships. The town that welcomed me, took care of me and depended on me as their prince has not changed a bit. It was cheerful in a sense but the general atmosphere with the approaching winter fails to deny that there is sadness within everyone. Venti is gone and until I man up to an acceptable level Rune Prana will be what separates Selphia from their one true happiness. But who's to say I can't, at the very least, grant happiness both to myself and the girl who's always been there since I first woke up to the light of Selphia? You may find it selfish, but I've been around long enough to know who needs me the most, and who I am willing to give my all.
I let the days pass farming, crafting, and conducting my usual prince duties. Each waking day at 6 am she's always there standing beside my bed to greet me with such a warm smile and a cheerful 'Good morning'. Despite her suffering from narcolepsy she never fails to make me notice her.
On my birthday after dying enough times in the first floor of Sharance Maze, being revived continuously made me realize that my heart continues to beat for her...Clorica. She was doing her regular duties as a butler so she was here and there as fast as she could without falling asleep. I chased after her thinking of what I want to say the moment I catch up to her. And by the time I did, I let fate decide the course it wants to take me:
I caught her off guard. Perhaps I shouldn't have said it right then and there. What if...what if she felt differently? What if I forced her into an internal conflict? My heart never pounded on my chest so hard and so fast. Clorica, she's the one. I know it. I just know it. My eternity begins with her. I love Clorica.
But what she thinks of me, I have to wait until the next day to know.
It was a long and painful wait for tomorrow. I went to Rune Prana to clear my head but I only got physical pain to temporarily occupy my mind. But as I swung my Grantale to clear a safe path towards the next area, images of Clorica's profile kept flashing in my mind. Am I strong enough to protect her? Will she be safe beside me? Will she find happiness with me? And more importantly...do I deserve her? All I am, and all I ever will be, will it be enough to grant her the eternity of love and happiness she deserves?
As the hours passed moving on to the setting of the sun to its eventual rising the next day, I've prepared myself to take her response into heart. Clorica, I'm here.
Clorica...all this time she thinks that her imperfections are what will hinder our relationship. But that's what makes Clorica, well, Clorica. That's the person I came to know and love. The Clorica who sleeps a lot, who always seem to be out there that's the Clorica that I confessed to!
My eternity has started.
Sigh. What have I done.
Yesterday, for the first time in the 200 hours that I've played, I got bored playing Smash 4 3DS. So the logical thing for me to do was either continue exploring labyrinths inPersona Q or actually take my Zeldathon seriously and move forward with Majora's Mask. I did not do either of those. Instead I thought about adding spice to my loveless life and discovering what romance feels like, even if it is just virtual and make-believe.
But I left a hanging question: Dolce, Margaret, or Clorica, who among them do I really love?
So I returned to Selphia.
It was the final days of Fall - Autumn frosts have slain July - and winter lingers on again carrying with it the sad remembrance of forgotten relationships. The town that welcomed me, took care of me and depended on me as their prince has not changed a bit. It was cheerful in a sense but the general atmosphere with the approaching winter fails to deny that there is sadness within everyone. Venti is gone and until I man up to an acceptable level Rune Prana will be what separates Selphia from their one true happiness. But who's to say I can't, at the very least, grant happiness both to myself and the girl who's always been there since I first woke up to the light of Selphia? You may find it selfish, but I've been around long enough to know who needs me the most, and who I am willing to give my all.
I let the days pass farming, crafting, and conducting my usual prince duties. Each waking day at 6 am she's always there standing beside my bed to greet me with such a warm smile and a cheerful 'Good morning'. Despite her suffering from narcolepsy she never fails to make me notice her.
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| Clorica |
But what she thinks of me, I have to wait until the next day to know.
It was a long and painful wait for tomorrow. I went to Rune Prana to clear my head but I only got physical pain to temporarily occupy my mind. But as I swung my Grantale to clear a safe path towards the next area, images of Clorica's profile kept flashing in my mind. Am I strong enough to protect her? Will she be safe beside me? Will she find happiness with me? And more importantly...do I deserve her? All I am, and all I ever will be, will it be enough to grant her the eternity of love and happiness she deserves?
As the hours passed moving on to the setting of the sun to its eventual rising the next day, I've prepared myself to take her response into heart. Clorica, I'm here.
Sigh. What have I done.
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