Nyon has the eye of a murderer. As a charr, this is the thing his parents would be proud of – something fierce, something wild.
Something to keep him from making friends when he was small.
Also given that he is too shy to talk, he spent most of the time training as a thief and sitting alone in his fahrar life until she shown up.
“Hey, my name’s Misch”
She introduces herself.
“This headband suits you! It covers part of your eyes and make you cute as you always be, just as expected.”
When she show up with a headband the next day, and forced him to wear it.
“I’ll be called Veilcast as I’m going to be the first to promoted to be a legionnaire here. Gotta cast you all like spells HAHA! So you are Veil-what again?”
When they’re assigned to the same warband.
“Your voice is AMAZING as a male charr! You gotta try singing human operas.”
One day in the bar after a meeting, when she made him take the script.
“Remeber me, but ah, forget my fate”
When her voice nearly make him cry in the backstage.
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1325 A.E. during an attack of ghosts at smokestead, three warbands – Veil, Stalk and Ghoul, were assigned to be special operating unit.
Their objective is to save soldiers with special talents, who are experts, or have any other potential to benefit Ash legion in the future.
Still, the operation is dangerious. Imagine being surrounded by ghosts, with an unconscious charr to protect and evacuate with.
“Contact of our team died and we’re in a mess. Don’t think we got a lot of survivors in Ghoul. What’s your situation”
Routhil Ghoulbrace – a guardian – swinging his hammer in one hand, holding a charr warrior on his another.
“I’m the contact of Stalk and the only member alive is stuck deep in the crypt. Four…now three of them”
Uzzah Nullstalk – a necromancer – appears to be a green cloud of pollutant with a swarm of locus.
Holding Misch on his shoulder, Nyon appears in the dark.
“I overheard you. We are the only surviving ones in Veil.”
“Whoa…where’s her lower part of the body”
“I…sorry…I dropped that mid-way and don’t have time to pick it up…”
Near sobbing, but not allowing tears to fall, Nyon says.
“The operation needed to be ceased. We’re too torn”
says Uzzah
“We should head back, settle this last batch of wounded and report”
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And her last word was “Remember me”
She don’t have time for romantic scenes when she was brought under a tree and givedeep speeches. She just mutter it mid-way and he barely catch the words.
Still not letting his tears drop, he let her body rest at Victor’s Presidium.
And he stealths.
Stealth to be safe from ghost.
Stealth from being seen crying by anyone.
He knows she always want to be a pretty girl, with a non-soldier life when she can sit at some garden and make herself look good. Maybe with the pet Jaguar she used to work with.
“I would like to die holding flowers on my chest. Isn’t that beautiful?”
“You are.”
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Thanks for giving me the motivation to write this down!
I always wanted to do this and…you know, I’m lazy owo
