Tacticun touches his Regalia, he has an eye closed, in order for preparation of something so dire, he’s forced to open it. Vidar cracks the stiff shoulder back into place, everything’s shadowed into perpetual darkness except the opened dark sapphire eye shining like a lighthouse, silhouette, and his tattered black cloak. His face is worn down and the left arm is scarred in horrendous flames, there were some chain piercing into the flesh and sticking into bone.

Memories hit like a war hammer, it was grim where people died by his hand in all vivid detail. Vidar chuckles from those mistakes and worst part is his brain matures but not the body. Making every Traveler child soldiers as he battle so many awful beasts, Sanguinsurges were unethically experimented on. Ranging between all ages to make them mindless killing nightmare fueled animals.

“Goddammit Faust, you always made those and when Typhon was possessing my dormant sides during the fight. All of that started when your father killed himself and made him the first Sanguinsurges, I bet when everything happened, that brought unbridled joy.”

Stolen novel; please report.

Then a memory came back and everything happened, Winter War were so many Travelers, he became friends with died in many horrific ways. Where the Travelers became wanted, nobody would support them or say what people are doing to them is wrong. It doesn’t matter anyways, why, because Travelers never abandoned their home or its denizens.

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“Vidar, hurry up and get into the wagon!” my stepmom gaily shouts in anticipation.

“Ok. Bye Melissa!” I said. My friend gives me a wave as I reciprocate back, someone shoves me to the ground and just runs past while lecturing all of us to not get in her way. I painfully sit up as one of the guards of the Iron Gate throws his short sword, hitting a tavern sign embedding into it. The girl escapes laughing like crazy before she throws some pebbles at the captain, and yet somehow for me, it was an entertaining day at my age of six.

“Vidar, are you okay?” Melissa shouts at me after that girl ran away, so to be completely honest with myself, Melissa has a short surroundings awareness but I find that sort of funny. I nod reassuringly and the day ends, questions crosses my mind about multiple things like who was she but I refuse to acknowledge them for even a second.