"From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.”
Claymore Fanwork Challenge - Honouring the dead
angsty Halloween, everyone.
"Back here again?"
Irene kept silent as Galatea came to stand at her side, like always. Her gaze remained on the three swords before them, serving as lasting memorials to their deceased owners: Teresa, Sophia, and Noel. After learning from Clare that Rabona no longer spurned the half-yoma warriors, and even allowed them to bury their dead there, Irene brought her comrades’ swords to the city - with Clare’s help, of course. She had felt unsettled about letting that place of violence serve as their resting grounds. So here they were, in the cemetery behind Rabona’s church.
Claymore ☆ Clare
Don’t be so quick to throw away your life. No matter how disgraceful or embarrassing it may be, you need to keep struggling to find your way out until the very end.
Teresa of the Faint Smile
"You supported Clare up until now. I thank you considerably. Go, Irene."
Irene, dissatisfied with her new and weak arm, doing hundreds of push-ups a day to strengthen it.
Irene, forgetting her arm is still weak, surprised when she is unable to lift the usual heavy stack of wood back to her house.
Irene, trying and failing to lift her sword with her new arm, with a wan smile on her lips. It seems…she’s not fit to be a warrior anymore.