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The fight appeared to be over, but the adrenaline still pumped rapidly through Ayero’s veins. She’s aware of Akatetsu as he draws closer, making gentle noises in an attempt to comfort her. She closes her eyes and exhales as he places his head against her own and wraps his tail around her body, feeling her shoulders relax ever so slightly at the touch. Despite the noise, Ayero had nearly forgotten about Akatetsu and Yakuroro in the chaos. The chimera’s touch reminded her that she was not alone on this mountain.


For a few silent moments she’s unsure of what to do next, but her instincts told her to leave this area and descend back down the mountain as soon as possible. But it would not be so, not with the words the frightened bandit shakily got out. The man was clearly terrified as he spoke in a small voice, his words shaking much like his body. In the back of her mind she regrets taking out the others so quickly, deeming a slow death far more suitable for this scum. Perhaps this young man found himself in the shoes of her departed family.


Ayero opened her eyes and placed her hand on Akatetsu’s tail in a gentle signal to let her go, intending to turn towards the bandit with a stone cold look in her eyes. But Raizul’s garbled voice grabs her attention and she freezes in place. His words elicit a traumatizing image of her siblings, falling one by one to the bandits while trying desperately to protect their home and their family. They could have run, taken refuge in the thick forests that only a native would know how to navigate properly. They could have hid, it might have saved their lives. The things that Vincenzo must have seen, and to have the strength to bury his family in the aftermath…


Letting loose a sudden primal scream that almost shakes the forest, Ayero dashes forward towards the dying bandit leader. She often did well to control the hot-blooded Fanalis side of herself, but at times it bled through her cautiously stern exterior. But no part of her was strong enough to hold her back in this moment. She swings her sword cutting into Raizul’s neck, blood spraying through the air and coating her blade as well as the front of her body as she slices through his artery. She brings her scimitar down on him again and again, her movements less controlled and precise and more barbaric in nature. Each blow did nothing to lessen the pain and she cries out again in anguish, tears misting at her eyes before streaming down her cheeks.


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Akatetsu reluctantly let released Ayero from his embrace at her gesture and seemed to be hopeful that she would be alright now. But the dying words of the bandit leader ruined any chance of a swift conclusion to the tragic ordeal. The chimera was highly intelligent, but he was still just a child. Akatetsu backed away in slight fear in the face of Ayero's outburst. The beast's head lowered and he slowly retreated no longer confident in his ability to comfort her aching heart. Yakuroro was less surprised by the resulting rage Ayero displayed, but felt equally disappointed over it. The Imuchakk pulled the bandit he held in close to his face and with the same gentlemanly smile he muttered through grit teeth, "I appreciate your honesty, but don't you think you could have been a bit more thoughtful of how she feels?" The Imuchakk then dropped the bandit allowing him to fall onto his broken leg. The rat had clearly only been thinking of pleading for his own life when he spoke and in doing so likely sealed his fate.

With a sigh, Yakuroro walked away from the man, not wanting to be nearby should his fanalis friend decide to turn her passionate fury onto him. Instead, Yakuroro moved to the fire and stared into it regretting having had the bandit speak in the first place. His eyes stared into the crackling flames somewhat sad that so many deaths had to take place here. As naive as it may have been, he had been trying to minimize the loss of life even among these scoundrels but he failed miserably by the looks of it. He didn't quite expect that he could turn the lives of the men around and help them down a better path. Yakuroro simply wanted to lighten the burden Ayero would have to carry once all was said and done. Unfortunately he was not omnipotent and lacked the foresight to make the right calls. Looking up to the sky, Yakuroro wondered if it was fate's will that his friend should have to suffer so much.

Looking back from the heavens, Yakuroro turned his eyes towards Ayero and decided it was still not best for him to bother her. Instead, he made his way over to the tents of the bandits and began searching them for things that the men had looted. Perhaps there was something among the belongings that could serve to bring Ayero memories of a better time knowing that when the rage had passed she would likely need such an anchor to keep from losing herself. Yakuroro knew that it might bring her more pain and that if she decided to, she could take such a gesture as being more agony than it was worth. But the Imuchakk had to hope for her recovery while he let the storm pass.


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The rage, pain, and grief poured from the woman into her blade, ending any other words Raizul might have used to further antagonize her. By pushing her limits, he had actually ensured himself a swifter death than bleeding out on the cold mountain dirt. The one surviving bandit cried out in pain at being dropped back to the ground and decided to use the distraction of the grief-stricken woman by pulling himself along the ground by his arms. With any luck, he would be forgotten in her bloodlust. As he dragged himself, he took no notice of the blood leaking from his leg and gave no thought to the large number of predators in the area. While most of the wildlife had been frightened off by Akatetsu’s rampage, they would return quickly once things calmed down.

During the slaughter of Raizul’s body, from the front of his outfit, a small piece of jewelry would tumble out. Ayero might recognize the half-orb with a metal backing attached to it. If she were to open the latch where the flat side of the orb met the metal, inside she would find a very carefully sketched picture of three children, Neem, Ayero and Astrid. The three children that had left home, but never left their mother’s thoughts or prayers. If she were to look especially close, she would see a small magical symbol etched into the flat surface of the orb. If they were to look through the tents, most would not contain much aside from basic supplies, but in the corner of the largest tent would be a stash of jewelry from the villages they had pillaged along with papers. In the stack of papers would be a few sketches from Ayero’s family home, the charcoal drawings including one of her parents.

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Raizul’s body had long gone still but Ayero can’t stop herself from hacking at his already dismembered body. She didn’t think that taking revenge would completely quell her anger, but now it only seemed to fuel her grief further. At last her muscles began to burn with fatigue, the adrenaline reaching its peak as its effects slowly wore off. She ends a slash by thrusting her sword into the cold ground, sliding down to her knees as sobs wracked her body. The flame of her anger had been put on the backburner for now, raw sorrow taking over as she’s unable to stop the flow of tears from her eyes, mixing with the bandit’s blood staining her face.


Her vision was blurry with tears, but she was able to spot the glint of the orb in the sunlight. Raising her hand to rub at her eyes and clear her sight, she realizes that she recognizes the small item of jewelry that belonged to her mother. Her family didn’t have much, but she never saw her mother without wearing this necklace. It wasn't particularly high quality, but it was one of the nicest things the family owned and seemed very dear to the Fanalis mother. Hands shaking more than she imagined they would, she uses one to steady herself against the ground and the other to reach out and grab the object.


Fumbling with the clasp on the back, Ayero removes the paper from inside and unfolds it. She nearly drops it in shock as three figures stare back at her from the aging piece of parchment in her hand. Neem, herself, and…her younger sister, Astrid? Her brows knit in confusion as she sniffles, her sadness momentarily overshadowed by confusion. Why Astrid? As far as Ayero knew, her pink-haired sibling had remained at home. Her heart skips a beat and she struggles to remember the number of graves Vin had led her to, wondering if the number added up to make sense. She stares down at the picture. Had something happened to Astrid? She bites her lip, her mind a confusing mess of feelings as she carefully places the paper back into the orb, holding it tightly in a closed fist as she rises. She sheaths her sword and gives Raizul’s corpse an almost pitying look. If she notices the bandit trying to crawl away to the forest, she doesn’t seem to care.


She makes her way over to the bandit tents where she caught a glimpse of Yakuroro’s large form, salty tears still stream freely down her face and the occasional sob choking out of her. In an attempt at a sympathetic gesture, Kabu nudges one of her tear stained cheeks with his scaly head.


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Sifting through the various things the bandits had collected, Yakuroro found his search going a bit less well than he had hoped. The first tent had nothing but supplies and such so he backed out of the lodging and moved to the other tents. One had plunder of various kinds, but none of it seemed to be the kind of things Ayero's family would have owned considering how far out in the mountains their home had been. But near the stack of jewels and gold trinkets Yakuroro spotted a stack of papers. The Imuchakk noticed a few stray white rukh fluttering near them, drawn to the feelings put into the charcoal sketches. He did not need to look through them in order to know that the papers where just what he was looking for.

Hearing Ayero approach from behind him just outside the tent, Yakuroro pulled back from the tent flap and turned to face the fanalis woman. She looked like a wreck but he smiled at her anyways. Walking past Ayero, Yakuroro stopped beside her and placed a hand on her shoulder. "In that tent, in the corner, there is something that probably belongs to you now." would be the only words he departed unto the fanalis before removing his hand and walking on towards Akatetsu. When he was close to the chimera and out of whispered earshot from Ayero, the Imuchakk patted his son assuringly and nodded to him, "There there, she needs time. Cheer up, Tetsu. Ayero is going to need good friends like you when she has calmed down."


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She looks over at the blue magician with a bewildered look, searching for her words before deciding on action instead. It didn’t seem as if Yakuroro expected her to speak, anyway. Entering the tent, she swallows thickly, somewhat afraid of what she might find. Scanning the small space, she frowns, brows knit in confusion as all she can see is loot, none of which looked like something her family would own. Her eyes eventually come to rest on a stack of papers in the corner and her curiosity is piqued, wondering what bandits would want with paper. Reaching out to touch it, she realizes what Yakuroro had meant. Seating herself of the ground, the Fanalis woman leafs through the visual remains of her family, of a happier time.


She can’t help but smile a little through the tears, the good memories filling her. Her family may have been simple in their ways and annoying at times, but they were loving and supporting. She noticeably tenses when she reaches the last paper in the pile, a sketch of their parents before they had passed. Her mouth hangs open and she feels her eyes begin to burn once more. ”M-mom… …dad… … …” She chokes out a whisper, a few stray tears riding down her redden cheeks and hitting the paper. Figuring it would be best to leave her with her family for the moment, Kabu gently unwinds himself from her body and slithers out of the tent to join the Imuchakk and chimera.


Ayero remains in the tent for nearly a half hour, running through all sorts of emotions. Nostalgia, grief, pain, acceptance, anger, guilt. It left her a mess, unable to decide how she felt. Not bothering to try and make herself more presentable, she slowly stands and exits the tent, her head spinning a bit. Approaching the Imuchakk and the beasts, she takes a deep breath and exhales slowly.


”Thank you…both.” She tries to make her voice sound strong but it wavers on the edge of sobbing. She seems like she wants to say more but pauses, taking in a few heavy breaths as she tries to settle her shaking voice. ”Almost ten years ago, I left home. My eldest brother, Neem, had been captured by slave traders and I went to search for him.” Closing her eyes, Ayero stops once more. It was hard for her to get out, but maybe telling someone the truth would help her cope if only a little. ”But it…it’s not…i-it wasn’t the only reason.” She bites her lip, shaking her head and mentally urging herself forward. ”I couldn’t stay. Ilah knows I love them, but I couldn’t stay. I-I couldn’t do that for the rest of my life, I was selfish and left them.” Her eyes meet Yakuroro’s before she looks away, blinking back tears. ”Sorry.” She mutters, apologizing for laying this on him so suddenly.

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While they waited for Ayero to make peace with the memories the drawings had brought to bare, Yakuroro sat with his eyes closed leaning up against Akatetsu and pondered his role in all of this. The magician had always held a delusion of sorts that fate had meant great things for him. This fantasy was fueled by the various things he'd accomplished along the way up till now. Yakuroro had conquered the world's first dungeon, impersonated emperors, wiped crimes from the names of people, found ancient ruins, learned the torran language, and defeated a monster of black rukh before giving hope to a lost people. It always seemed like he was able to overcome any obstacle in his path and do whatever he'd set his mind too when things were important to the world. But when things were important to him, things failed to go so well.

The heart and mind belonging the one of the few people the Imuchakk had formed some kind of friend-like bond with was put through great suffering. Yet there was nothing Yakuroro could do to help save her from this fate. He was used to accepting that it was impossible to help and save everyone. Not even a god, it seemed, had the power or will to do so. Yet even so, why did he have to lack the power to protect those around him from tragedy? It was the same with Diego. Even though Yakuroro had met the boy and promised to help him track down and defeat the magician Jagang who destroyed his family, Yaku's arrival in Diego's life was too late to help stop the murders from ever happening in the first place. Reflecting on these things which he saw to be failures, Yakuroro found himself questioning just how great he really was. Had he simply been in the right place at the right time through all of his success? Did this image of fated importance lead him to be in the wrong places to prevent such sorrow from befalling those closest to him?

Akatetsu groaned softly and shifted cause Yakuroro's body to shift as well and the chimera's presence reminded him that he didn't always fail. He'd met Diego in time to help the child find justice some day and he'd been here for Ayero during this time of need had he not? Perhaps these troubles really were important decrees by fate. After all, he would likely not be here now had he never gone through exile and ostracization by his own village as a boy. By the time Ayero emerged from the tent, Yakuroro had come to terms with what had been troubling him and when he stood to greet her it was without regret.

The Imuchakk and Chimera both listened as Ayero admitted to what had been weighing down her own heart and when she was done, her apology was met with a smile. It was not the common smile plastered across Yakuroro's face as a mask to fool others into comfort. The eyes of a King Vessel accentuated it as Yaku genuinely looked at Ayero with understanding.  In hopes that Ayero would find absolution in the honest care of a friend, Yakuroro shook his head and spoke, "You don't need to be sorry. You came back for them. I'm sure that is what's important." Yakuroro reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder once again. His warm hand would squeeze her gently as the magician looked her in the eyes. "If you feel you must atone for your actions, fate has given you a younger brother who needs you now more than ever. Lets return to him, shall we?"


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She opens her mouth to protest his words, but can’t seem to find them as she notices the genuine look on his face as he reaches out to comfort her. But…I could have come sooner. I could have prevented this. She shakes her head to try and dispel the thoughts, knowing full well that it would do no good to dwell on the “what if’s”. A determined light flickers in her eyes and she raises her head to face Yakuroro completely. Tears still trailing down her face, the Fanalis gives him a stern nod. He was right. She had Vincenzo to look after, now. It would not be an easy road for either of them, but she would do her best to provide for her brother and help him through this tragedy.


”You’re a good friend, Yakuroro.” There’s a hint of a smile in her voice even if it isn’t on her face, and the red haired woman moves to walk past them, heading for the path that would take them down the mountain. She motions for Kabu to take his usual place around her torso, giving Tetsu an affectionate pat to the head as she passed by.


Inhaling deeply, Ayero clutches her mother’s locket in her hand tightly. She hadn’t let it go the entire time. Pausing at the precipice of the trail her eyes sweep along the horizon, judging that they would likely make it back before nightfall. Breathing out slowly, she begins her descent. She was still scared, still angry and sad but she had to face her emotions. And then hopefully, eventually she will find peace.


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It was good to see that Yakuroro's confidence in Ayero's ability to overcome the tragedy didn't seem to be placed in vain. He could still see the lingering grief about her, but something in her eyes and the way she held herself now suggested to the magician that she had begun the path to recovery. Yakuroro turned to watch Ayero's back as she walked away and thought to himself that fate could be cruel, but it had a strange way of making you stronger for it. This strength Ayero gained today would surely serve her later in the future, no doubt. Akatetsu was glad that Ayero seemed to be feeling better to some degree and made a happy expression as she pat his head. Together, they all descended the mountain and returned to civilization leaving the bandits who survived behind to face their own fate as dictated by the karma they had cultivated for themselves over the years.

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~Congratulations on completing your epic quest. As a reward for your hard work regarding your personal plot, the following item has been added to your vault~

Of Kin and Heritage [Epic Quest - Ayero Shiba] - Page 3 HmqBkjs
Name: Amulet of Memories
Tier: N/A
Type: Magic Amulet
Magic Type: Clairvoyance
Appearance: A silver disk with a blue orb on the surface. The metal setting also acts like a locket to hold papers, pictures, etc.
Function:

  • The user can feed a small amount of magoi into the gem to see visions of the past directly related to their family lineage.
  • The amulet will allow a person that is doing a training thread to have a 25% word count reduction, 50% once they reach Omega Tier on any abilities related to her heritage (learned from the gem).


*This does not take up any of your item/weapon slots.

In return for his assistance in the quest, Yakuroro may choose either 70,000 Huang or 1,000XP based off his contributions.

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