Was it inexorable fate that saw this conflict erupt? No man or woman alive can say. After countless sacrifices, at last, a new peace dawned in Valentia. Narrator: And so the long war drew to a close. (Image of the masses welcoming Alm and Celica) I think Mila and Duma gave us one last gift… The strength to trust in our own abilities. I know we can do it.Īlm: We can…and we will. All of us-together.Ĭelica: That sounds lovely, Alm. We’ll forge a land where we can do just that. Who can say what Valentia will look like once they’ve matured? Will man’s endeavors continue without the grace and strength of the gods?Īlm: They won’t continue on their own. They grow for hundreds, even thousands of years. Do you know of them, Alm? They say that where divine dragons sleep, sacred trees take root and grow.Ĭelica: In time, yes. They’ll look down over this new Valentia forever from their mountaintop graves. But they’re at peace now, you know? Asleep. They’d been fighting for centuries, right? Seems like a lost cause to me.Ĭelica: Alm! That’s a terrible thing to say!Īlm: Ah, sorry! I didn’t mean any disrespect. If we’d been given the opportunity to learn more about each other, maybe things would’ve turned out differently for us.Ĭelica: Perhaps it was the same for Mila and Duma.Īlm: Hmm… I wonder. If I have any regrets, it’s that.Īlm: I know what you mean… Neither of us got the chance to stand by our fathers. Perhaps if I’d been there with him, I might have helped him change. And you’re going to be its first ruler.Ĭelica: Please don’t misunderstand. None of it feels real.Ĭelica: …It isn’t my father’s throne. I’m just still wrapping my head around sitting on your father’s throne. Celica: You aren’t going to be late to your own coronation, are you?Īlm: No.
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