A play written by the mysterious playwright Christoforo, telling the story of Fleurdelys, the Blessed Maiden of the Order of the Deep.

The script, however, is unfinished, leaving the story hanging just before the maiden's martyrdom.

The Martyrdom of Blessed Fleurdelys (Unfinished) Act III, Scene 1

(Drums beat solemnly as Fleurdelys, Brand, and other Acolytes enter, each carrying relics.)

Fleurdelys: Lo, the Dark Tide hath momentarily receded, granting Rinascita a fleeting respite. I doth thank each of you for your unwavering commitment through these trying days.

Brand: My lady, you honor us beyond measure. We serve not only thee but also the Sentinel. When Rinascita hangeth by a thread, how could we place our own survival above our sacred duty? Besides, thou didst stand beside us, taking up arms and leading us to face the Dark Tide, endured grievous wounds without faltering. Thou art the very embodiment of the purity and devotion of an Acolyte, and of the courage and valor of a warrior. Inspired by thy fortitude, we are prepared to offer our lives without hesitation.

Brand: Yet the glimmer of light emerged in the north was swiftly quenched by the merciless Dark Tide, which surged back like a ravenous beast, devouring our lands. Our soldiers fought valiantly, only to be swept away by the relentless onslaught. Though the tide hath withdrawn for now, its return is as certain as fate itself. I fear that, over time, our strength may falter...

Fleurdelys: ...Perchance there remains a glimmer of hope.

Fleurdelys: Not long ago, as I lay unconscious from my wounds, I was trapped in a relentless nightmare for three days and nights, lost in darkness without end. But in the depths of that abyss, a faint light didst appear-They spoke unto me. Their words of boundless mercy soothed my scarred soul and awakened me. They revealed that the wound upon Their own divine body fuelleth the Dark Tide, and only through a shared bond of strength could this wound be healed. I have been called to journey eastward, to reach the high heavens in the mist, and thus break the curse of the Dark Tide.

Brand: Praise be to Sentinel Imperator! My lady, if this oracle is true, and thou hast shared thy strength with the Sentinel... could it be that the prophesied Enlightened One hath already walked among us?

Fleurdelys: I dare not presume such things. When I received this divine calling and assumed my role, the Sentinel didst not reveal the truth of the Enlightened One unto me.

Brand: But my lady, thou hast wrought countless miracles, lifting our people from suffering and offering prayers on their behalf. To us, thou art the Blessed Maiden. In our eyes, thou art no less than the Enlightened One.

Fleurdelys: Be that as it may, I have my duty to the Sentinel. Now that I know the path to Their throne, it falls upon me to stop the curse at its very root, for Rinascita cannot bear further sacrifice.

Brand: Indeed! Guards, prepare to escort the lady!

Fleurdelys: Nay, please stay. The Dark Tide still looms in the north, and the guards are better placed to protect the people than to accompany me.

Brand: But...

Fleurdelys: This is my path to walk alone, as entrusted to me by the Sentinel. This journey may well be my last. If I do not return, it will be thy duty to tend the Order's affairs.

(Acolytes begin to weep softly in the background.)