Eleanor felt as though she had had a long dream, a very, very long dream.
In that dream, she had traveled to many places and fought many battles. She dreamed of flying down from Mount Celestia to bring justice and vengeance to the mortal world. She dreamed of becoming an angel with pure white wings, powerful beyond measure.
Then she dreamed of her soul returning to Selûne's divine realm. The kindly Lady of Silver stretched out her arms to welcome her soul. This was the realm she had always yearned for, the place where she would remain.
She had already closed her eyes, waiting to be reborn.
But she heard Aaron's voice. Aaron was calling her, shouting her name. Aaron was... crying?
A silver Eight-Pointed Star became a ferry for souls, awash in dazzling holy light, waiting in the distance. Eleanor felt her soul bobbing like a little boat, but she recognized Aaron's voice. He was calling her.
Selûne, the Lady of Silver, looked into the distance in surprise. The most ancient goddess seemed astonished that Aaron's power could reach this place, but then she smiled with gentle affection and silently conveyed her thoughts to Eleanor: Aaron is calling you. He's calling you back.
Miss Cleric mustered the last of her strength and caught hold of the silver Eight-Pointed Star's edge.
Then everything illusory gradually became real, and every dream dissolved.
"You... cried?" A pair of sea-blue eyes struggled open in a beautiful face as flawless as creamy white jade.
Aaron held Eleanor tightly. When the Child of Chaos saw that she had finally awakened, his eyes widened. The woman in his arms had finally returned from the dead. Utterly exhausted, Aaron let out a long breath, then immediately wiped the unidentified liquid mixed with blood from his face with