Lettre of Confession

                                  Arynevia and FemmeFataIe

The sun was setting over the floating islands of Sarnaut, casting a soft glow over the world.
The airship Celestial Dawn sailed across the skies, its golden sails glinting like a beacon.
Onboard, Arynevia, a skilled Paladin of the League, stood at the ship's bow, gazing out over
the horizon. The wind ruffled her armor, but her mind was elsewhere, lost in thought.



It had been months since she’d first met FemmeFataIe, a mysterious and skilled Sorceress
who had come to her rescue during a particularly difficult dungeon raid. From that moment
on, their bond grew, forged in the fires of battle, shared quests, and long conversations in the
quiet hours of the night. FemmeFataIe had always been witty, intelligent, and quick with a
smile, but something about her... something in the way their interactions felt different from
the usual in-game friendships, had struck a chord deep within Arynevia’s heart.

She hadn’t said anything. She couldn’t. The line between in-game friendships and real-life
feelings was blurry enough as it was, and she didn’t want to risk what they had. But tonight,
something was different. The winds felt heavier. The silence between them felt thicker.
Arynevia could no longer hide the truth.



Her thoughts were interrupted by a familiar ping in her chat window. FemmeFataIe had
messaged her.

FemmeFataIe: “Hey, Ary, how about a little flight around the Shattered Isles? I found a new
spot that’s perfect for stargazing.”

Arynevia felt a rush of warmth at the mention of her name. She quickly typed a response.

Arynevia: “Sounds perfect. Let me grab the ship.”

She made her way to the captain’s cabin, her heart racing slightly faster than usual. It wasn’t
just the excitement of the upcoming adventure that had her nerves buzzing—it was the weight
of what she knew she had to do.



The Celestial Dawn was soon flying toward the distant Allod, an island known for its calm
waters and perfect starlit sky. Arynevia landed near the edge of the island, her airship gently
settling down onto the soft ground. She stepped off and waited for FemmeFataIe to arrive.

A few moments later, FemmeFataIe appeared in the distance, her long cloak fluttering behind
her as she gracefully approached, her character's red eyes gleaming like embers in the
twilight. She was everything Arynevia admired—powerful, beautiful, enigmatic.
FemmeFataIe: “Took you long enough,” she teased, her voice light but with a hint of
something softer behind it. “I thought you were going to take the scenic route again.”

Arynevia smiled, her heart warming at FemmeFataIe’s playful tone. “You know me, I like to
take my time.”

They stood there for a moment, side by side, looking out over the ocean that stretched
beneath them. The stars slowly began to fill the sky, their light reflecting off the water’s
surface. It was a peaceful sight, and yet Arynevia felt an unease settling in her chest.



Finally, after a long pause, Arynevia spoke, her voice quiet, almost uncertain.

“Femme… there’s something I need to tell you.”

FemmeFataIe turned to face her, her expression softening as she noticed the serious tone in
Arynevia’s voice. “What’s wrong, Ary? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“No,” Arynevia said, shaking her head. “Not a ghost… just something I’ve been keeping
inside for a long time.” She looked up at the sky, gathering the courage to say the words she
had rehearsed in her head a thousand times.



“I don’t know if this makes sense in the context of this game... but I think I’ve fallen for you.
Not just in this world, but in a way I can’t explain. I’ve been trying to ignore it, trying to
pretend that it's just a crush or something superficial, but the more we play together, the more
I realize that you mean so much to me. More than any quest, any dungeon, any raid we’ve
done together. I can’t pretend anymore, Femme. I care about you.”

The words hung between them, like an unanswered question, and Arynevia felt her heart race
as she waited for a response.

For a long moment, FemmeFataIe said nothing. The world around them seemed to slow, the
gentle breeze fading into silence. Arynevia began to second-guess herself. Maybe this was a
mistake. Maybe their friendship, forged in the heat of adventure, was just a beautiful illusion,
nothing more than pixels and code.



But then FemmeFataIe stepped forward, closing the space between them. She reached out
and touched Arynevia’s shoulder gently.

FemmeFataIe: “You think you’re the only one who feels that way?”

Arynevia blinked in surprise, her breath catching in her throat. FemmeFataIe’s eyes, those
glowing red orbs, were soft now, looking at her with something more than the usual teasing
warmth.
“I didn’t know if I should say anything either,” FemmeFataIe continued, her voice almost a
whisper. “I’ve been fighting it, pretending that it’s just the game. But every time I see you,
every time we team up and fight together, I feel this... this pull. You’re different, Ary. You’re
more than just an ally. I think… I think I’ve fallen for you too.”

Arynevia felt a rush of relief, a lightness that lifted the weight from her shoulders. Her heart
was racing, but now it was from joy, not nerves.



“You have?” Arynevia asked, her voice barely a breath.

FemmeFataIe: “I have.”

For a moment, neither of them said anything. They just stood there, the stars above them, the
world of Sarnaut silent and still. Arynevia felt the warmth of FemmeFataIe standing next to
her, and everything felt right.

Finally, FemmeFataIe spoke again, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “So, what do we do
now?”

Arynevia’s heart swelled as she looked into her eyes. “Now? We enjoy this moment.
Together.”



And as they stood side by side, watching the stars, the world of Sarnaut felt smaller, as
though the connection between them, forged through quests and adventures, had finally found
its true purpose. And for the first time, Arynevia realized that love could be found in the most
unexpected places—even within the virtual skies of Allods Online.