She called for help, but who could have saved her at that moment? Streets deserted in a no-man's land on Cenon, she was at the mercy of the offenders.
She begged, she cried, but hope was lost.

'Till that moment.

The dark sky seemed to turn into a boiling lava sea, and then she appeared. An archangel of blade wings, turning her sacred swords on.

An heartbeat. A piece of music, the metal of her wings resonating with the owl of her sabers.
It was all it takes for her to defeat the enemies.
Was it her sacred duty?
Who is she?

The only thing she knows for sure was that this moment will turn into a legend of Cenon.

Mysterious doe is mysterious.
Or not.

Doeji © Daji Amiral Aesir

Watercolors, the 16th February, digital background the 17th February 2015.