-A few minutes later-

Panicking as I fully digest what Suzuka just told me, I say, “We need to do something now! Or else everyone is going to end up killing each other.”

Willow asks, “Do you know where the people are located?”

“I have a name, but I don’t really know the layout of this place.”

“Don’t worry, I was able to learn the maps of this place from the druid so I can help you catch them.”

Full of energy, I say, “I will come as well, my ability to increase your speed, will be helpful.”

Suddenly, we hear a large group of footsteps, and torches lit. Looking at them in the distance, I say, “It is the people of Prosúnfore and the military.”

Suzuka says, “They are heading in the direction of Abbán and the Fanalis!”

Willow says, “If they rounded up the people to go and fight the Fanalis, that means their clashes will happen, far sooner than expected.”

“Then I will go stop them.”

Willow says, “Absolutely not!”

“I must, with my ability to slow them down, I should be able to stop all fighting from happening between the two parties.”

“It is way to dangerous.”

“I agree, with Willow, it is far too dangerous.”

“SO WHAT! Do you both really expect me to sit here, and let everyone get into a conflict? I refuse, and I don’t plan on letting this happen. If Orb’s theory is correct, the reason this is all happening is to curry favour with me, so I will fight back.”

Holding my hand, Willow says, “You must be safe!”

“I promise, now you two go.”

Grabbing Willow Suzuka uses her tails to swing out of the room, and as they do I grab my bow and start to run towards the crowd.

Φ Looking at him, I ask, “Willow are you sure it is ok to leave Maple alone like that?”

“No I am not sure, but one thing I do know is that if a single person dies because of this she won’t be able to live with herself. In her mind to many have fallen because of her. So all we can do is hurry up and catch these bastards!”

“Right!”

Location: Abbán house

Φ With the meek energy remaining in my body, I sit surrounded by a whole bunch of the Fanalis children, with Dillon’s battered body, still unconscious.

With his eyes still closed, the kids gather around him scared for his safety, and as they do I see countless visions flash into my head, these aren’t memories of anything I have ever seen but each one feels intimately familiar to me.

One of a spear, one of the holy men on the floor, one of a slave, one of a man looking at me through a jail cell, one of a baby, one of a woman cloaked in shadows, one of two adults, one of a happy young girl, one of a shining young man, one of a wedding, one of a man with a spear through his chest, one of crystals, one of a three-headed dragon, one of a gravestone, one of a man drenched and black blood, one of a girl whose body is ripped to shreds, and one of a grown man in a snowy cave with weak flames coming off his body, and one of a baby bleeding in a snowy mountain.

The more I see these things the more countless emotions flow into my brain, so fast and so rapidly that my hair colour can’t even keep up, and it simply stays purple, a shade of purple that perfectly complements the silver I always have in my hair due to my legacy.

One of the kids beside me asks, “Are you ok?”

Turning to him, I put my hand on my head, and say, “Yes just a little headache.”

Staring at Dillon, he asks, “Is that going to happen to us, will we be killed.”

Seeing the other kids fall silent and focus in on us, I say, “No you won’t.”

“The Tuatha De Dannan, are always aggressive and mean to us, but they have never attacked us like this, so from now on will we have to expect this, if so I hope they all get wiped out.”

Grabbing him, I say, “War isn’t good.”

Another child says, “I don’t want to die, I have a lot I want to do?”

Another says, “I don’t want to be scared, I don’t like it.”

“I just want to go and play outside without a worry.”

“I would like to play with the animals and wonderbeasts.”

“I would like to visit Abais castle.”

“I would like to be able to have my own bed.”

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“I don’t like always eating bugs.”

“I would like to see all of Nialathrú, instead of being stuck here.”

“But those lesser beastkin won’t let us.”

“So if they were to all disappear, would we be able to?” A child asks me.

But before, I can answer, another child says, “I have some friends who are lesser beastkin.”

A lot of the other kids go, “What?”

Another child says, “Yeah I do too.”

“Why haven’t you ever said anything?”

“Because their parents don’t like it, so we usually have to keep it hidden. Isn’t that the same for the rest of you?”

A lot of kids say, “Yes,” In response to this, revealing how many of them actually are friends, with the Tuatha Dé Dannan.

“How can you be these guys' friends, you know they are mocking you behind your backs.”

“That isn’t true, because they taught me how to knit that scarf I gave you for your birthday.”

“Huh, really!”

“Really.”

“One of them also confesses to me.”

All of the kids in the room start to freak out and run to the boy who said this. “Who was it?”

With pride, he says, “It was one of the red branch families!”

The kids start to freak, out and have excitement in their eyes, and another child says, “I actually get to eat food other than bugs.”

“How!?”

“Some teachers make a special exception and store some of the other food for us to eat later.”

“Ehh, why didn’t you tell us?”

“I wanted more for myself.”

“You selfish bastard!”

“AH, you used a curse word!”

“I am telling!”

“Don’t do that.”

“Then you have to be it when we play tag, for the next two times.”

Tired, he says, “OK.”

“Hahahahahaha!”

“This is why people find you annoying.”

“No one finds it annoying.”

“Hands up!”

About 63 per cent of the kids raise their hands, and the Fanalis child says, “You’re all mean.”

“It is your fault for being annoying, and telling on everyone.”

The remaining 37 per cent side with the snitch and say, “It is all your fault for breaking the rules that were clearly laid out.”

“The rules are stupid!”

“Then ask to change them, don’t just break them and complain when you get in trouble.”

“You all say that but then use the information you get to ask for bribes.”

“Well, if you guys are going to break the rules we might as well benefit from it.”

“See you’re corrupt.”

“No, you are.”

“No, you are!”

“NO, YOU ARE!”

“NO, YOU ARE!”

“NO YOU ARE YOU MONSTER!”

The child called a monster starts to cry, and in response to this the child who started this goes up and hugs the crying child and says, “I am sorry, you’re not a monster.”

“I am sorry as well, but you guys as still corrupt.”

The kids then go back to fighting and in the middle of this cute argument, another one says, “Do you think the lesser beastkin talk like this?”

“What do you mean?”

“Do the lesser beastkin, have chats with their friends, have food they want to eat, rooms to themselves, things they want to do, parents they want to impress, do you think the lesser beastkin are like this?”

The room falls quiet, and the kid who got confessed to says, “My secret admirer said she wants to become a druid, though she is bad a mesmerising so she doesn’t know if she can do it. It really bothers her.”

The kid who gets free food says, “One of the teachers told me, their kids are always saying they don’t want to share rooms with each other.”

“But don’t the Lesser beastkin have bigger houses?”

“Only the really rich ones, most have houses barely bigger than us.”

Another kid says, “If they are like us, do you think they wouldn’t want to be hated either.”

“Then why do they say mean things to us?”

“Why did you say something mean earlier.”

“I don’t know, I was angry, so I just struck back, I didn’t think. I didn’t really want to make anyone feel bad.”

“Then don’t you think they feel the same?”

“I see so if they are like an idiot over there, they could just be angry and need to learn better.”

“But doesn’t idiot struggle to learn?”

“Hey, I am not an idiot, the name is…. What is my name again?”

“When I struggle to learn it is because it isn’t fun. So my mommy gives me sweets which she makes from the bugs to help me learn.”

“You are at the top of your class so it must work.”

“So let’s get a bunch of sweets and then use them to make everyone learn we are not monsters.”

“That will work.”

“I am sure of it.”

“We are so smart.”

“Peace in Nialathrú!”

-The children have overcome racism-

The kids cheer amongst themselves, and it their whole conversation has distracted me from my pain so much that I fall on the floor and start to laugh.

“Why are you laughing human?”

“Maybe humans are stupider?”

“Well, unlike the Lesser beastkin, he isn’t a beastkin at all so he maybe?”

“If he is that stupid maybe we should keep him locked up so he doesn’t hurt anyone.”

“But if we keep him amongst us he might infect us with his stupidity even from a cage.”

“So we should probably take him and the rest of the humans and lock them away.”

“Or dispose, of them.”

“Isn’t that mean?”

“Yeah, but he isn’t like us, so we don’t know what goes on in that head.”

“But, maybe disposing of them is a bit too much, so how about we just separate him from us and train him to be as amazing as us Fanalis!”

“YEAH!” The kids say in unison.

-The children have reacquired racism-

“But first, let’s go stop the war. TO THE BATTLEFIELD!”

“YEAH!”

The kids try to move but to their dismay, I have frozen their legs. Looking at them, I say, “Sorry but I cannot let you kids go anywhere.”

“Why!?”

“Even though I enjoy what you have to say, bringing a kid to a battlefield is irresponsible.”

“But then people will die.”

“No, they won’t because a rather viscous yet kind girl is working to protect them.” Patting the children’s heads, I say, “So please just wait?”

The kids start at me, and one of them gives me an honest look and asks, “You’re not really stupid.”

“Shhh, don’t give away my secret.”

From my right, I hear multiple bodies approaching Abbán house at high speed, so I activate my legacy and as they break through the house I create a wave of ice, but they break through.

The group of beastkin all wrapped in black clothes, target me with blades, and as they do I move back. They are incredibly fast and all of their strikes are aimed at my head.

I have to constantly back away from their repeated blows and this process eventually leads me outside, where I am struck again.

The children scream for me, and I shout, “BACKAWAY!”

But then one of the beastkin steps up and says, “After we end your life the witness go next.”

“You bastards.”

“Now I will bring this to an end in one blow.”

The man leading them all assumes a stance while holding his sword, and as he does another vision hits me. Then I see a woman with beautiful purple hair just like mine say, “Red branch battle arts, is a style focused on high-speed attacks with each one aiming for the kill shot.”

As this vision plays more starts to flow in and I can feel my body turn stiff as it is overloading with too much information.

The man in front of me dashes towards me a speed at high speed, but then as he closes into my stiff body, he says, “Red branch battle arts; Passiflora.”

His sword then moves towards me so fast it is like lightning. In my normal state, I doubt I can dodge this, and as I currently feel I have no chance.

His sword comes towards my face, but before I can hit me another sword knocks it away and a sonic boom blows my eardrums. As I recover from this I open my eyes, and in front of me, I see Cyrus.

“I have come to save all of you,” Cyrus says as I regenerate my ear drums.