#Dark_Fram
Anyone who knew Fram would agree with how she was the embodiment of an 'honorable knight'. In Avillon, a nation of the western continent guarded by a dragon, mighty knights would emerge as if the nation itself was a manifestation of myths and legends. While their personalities and temperaments varied greatly, they had one thing in common—their unwavering loyalty to their nation and its people. Indeed, Fram was no exception. She inherited the mantle of a great knight at a young age, distinguishing herself as a powerful individual. Everyone firmly believed that she would one day become a true paragon of knighthood. Even she believed it herself.
But Fram soon learned a harsh truth: in the face of overwhelming calamities beyond an individual's power, most people are never given the privilege of choice. The glory she brought to her name existed only because there were still people alive to chant it. When an insurmountable disaster struck, Fram had exhausted all methods in desperate struggle, and the comrades she had trusted fled in desperation. And the only thing left in the wake of their decision to survive was a mound of corpses. Fram found herself asking: What should she have done?
The world was left in ruin, yet Fram survived. Was it because she was a little stronger than most? Maybe because her will to live was more steadfast than others? Or perhaps because she knew better than anyone how to keep moving forward without succumbing to guilt? Fram clung desperately to the idea of a 'greater cause'. Whether it was because she needed something to keep her going, or because she sought an escape from despair, not even Fram—who had always sought answers—could say for certain. Yet, she knew one thing: if given the chance to go back, she would still choose the same hands to clasp.
And so, she cast aside hesitation and regret. No matter where she was or how dire the circumstances, Fram swore to survive. No matter what.
