Jairis

Jairis is a world located in a radically different universe from that of the TZ universe. Governed by a being known as the Luciolith, this universe conforms to vastly different inherent laws than what would be known in other universes, though the same applies to every and all universes in relation to one another. Tentatively referred to as the Lucioverse.

Jairis appears to be a world in the midst of a technological renaissance. The tools of the old world have merged with the works of the ancient world, producing technology, tools and utilities that contrast with the homely and feudal state of the world. Beings of all sorts reside here, even if not easily found, but most revered of all are the long gone Angelions and Daemonids, the founders of the world's magic and creators of the seemingly endless energy source, Teras.

The Second World, Shrouded by Fog
A girl with long hair with a myriad of countless colors flowing through it begins to stir, revealing turquoise and green eyes, momentarily at a loss as to who she is. She wears relatively simple clothing, with talons for feet and clawed hands.

"...Where am I?" She begins to fully rise, looking about her surroundings.

She finds that she is in the middle of a forest clearing. Lush green leaves decorate the trees and the grass is a mostly healthy color. Incomplete toadstool rings and flowers that bloom red, yellow and violent are sparsely spread around the clearing's outskirts and the chirping of birds can be heard over the chatter of small insects. Sunlight partially permeates the area from an angle, dazzling beams of white and pale gold illuminating the fairly dark area.

"Huh....? How'd I get here...? I'm in... a forest?" She slowly gets to her feet, and decides to climb the tree to get a vantage point.

From the tree top, little else but trees can be seen to the south, west and north. To the east, the edge if the forest can be seen though it appears that it will take some time to reach it.

She clambers down, and after a moment, she cautiously heads East, hoping to get moving quickly.

It takes several hours, enough for the light to dim considerably, to reach the forest's edge and see part of a well traveled dirt road heading north and south not far ahead of her.

She looks around, pausing for a moment to take in her surroundings again. After catching her breath, she approaches the road, looking for any sign of civilization to head toward.

''My memory is still fuzzy, and I woke up in a strange place... did something happen to me?''

In both directions, the road appears to span onward for miles without signs of civilization. Other than that the area is either  forested or decorated by small shrubs.

"I guess I will be walking around a while, huh?" She looks North, then South. "...North it is."

Several more hours pass before the faint outline of a town or city becomes visible at the horizon. It seems that in a few hours she may reach the city.

"So you're headed to Taryl? You've walked a long way at a dangerous time of day," comments a person who's presence just barely became noticeable. They wear a dusty brown cloak, closer to a mantle in appearance, over a leather chest plate, pants that appear to be made of a synthetic fabric and leather boots. Across their backs hang two broad swords and, closer to their waist, a pair of short swords. Across their waist are a pair of sheathed daggers. In the darkness it is difficult to make out their features other than their messy dark hair and pointed ear tips. Their voice is gender neutral and their tone is friendly and light.

"I wouldn't know. I'm not from here." She says in a guarded tone, shifting into a defensive stance on an instinct.

"Figured, most locals would be in bed by now. 'Tis the Hour of the Darkening afterall." The figure shrugs dismissively.

"The... ...Darkening?" She says with an raised eyebrow. "No idea what that is. Is that some fancy term for sundown or sunset?"

"No, that would be dusk and dawn respectively. Others not from here have asked the same thing. The Darkening was an event from way back in the Yions Dynasty, where the mad emperor Zaryc Yions released the boundary separating this world from Pandaemonium, subsequently releasing the Idolas and its swarm of Darklings unto the world. The Hour of the Darkening is two forrs before dawn, when the sky is the darkest and dark magic is at its most potent. Though the two forr period is nothing compared to the Resurgence event each year."

"...Oh. ...I know nothing of myself or my own history at the present, so you'll have to forgive me. ...I'm at a loss for my own name at the moment."

"Ah, maybe someone in Castle Taryl can help you with that. I'm heading there myself, but only after I take care of a few things in the castle town."

She blinks. "Who are you exactly? And since I guess we are headed in that direction, I guess could you maybe... show me the way?"

"Eh, a wandering hero or something along those lines," he comments. "It would be faster to go without me by a day, but if you want me to take you there I have no qualms."

"I'd rather not be off on my own. I don't know anything about whatever may hide in this land."

"In that case, I'm obliged to serve as your escort, madam," he bows slightly, "I am Hairos of Dosk."

"Thank you very much. I wish I could offer..." She pauses, as something akin to a memory of someone addressing her as 'Naki' plays in her head momentarily. "...If you want, you can call me 'Naki'."

"Naki? Very well then, follow me. I'll rent a room in the local inn so that you can rest while I handle business." He leads Naki into the town of Taryl, arriving a few hours after dawn. He looks around the town before locating an inn called the Darh's Fantasy and paying for two rooms with a smooth stone of many colors. "Stay here until I return. Unless something pressing comes up, try not to leave the inn and avoid any dark alleys or spaces under bridges if you must." Hairos speeds off shortly afterwards, handing Naki a blocky rectangular key with a tag written in a completely foreign script.

"Second storey, leftmost room," says the inn keeper, a plump woman with greying hair and dark bags beneath her eyes from many late nights and stress.

She follows the directions given, trying to decipher the unfamiliar text to challenge herself, but doesn't loose track of where she is going, and arrives at the room and enters.

The text makes no sense whatsoever. It looks almost like random symbols squeezed into a tiny space, with nothing to act as a cipher or decoder beause of a lack of reference materials.

She sighs, then looks for a bed to rest on, or something of equivlent value to rest on.

A small bed with somewhat thick covers coating them. A roughly sewn pillow sits on the head of the bed, near a small lantern.

Naki quietly lays down in the bed, resting from the long day of travel.

''Who am I? Why am I here? All I know is... Naki. Nothing else... ...What should I do with myself?''

Seven forrs pass beforbefore Hairos returns. The leather bits of his armor have been replaced with a silver colored metal and his tattered cloak has been mended. He now dons two metal forearm protectors and has three quivers of thirty arrows each slung across his back. A feathered charm hangs from his hair and the makeshift harness he wears has been replaced with connected holsters and sheathes that hang at his side, each holding one of his blades. His eyes are obscured by his hair, an inky dark green the color of wet seaweed. He holds a large bundle at his side and sets it by Naki before heading out once more.

Naki blinks, before looking at the bundle in curiosity. "What's this...?"

"Some equipment and gear. Walking around like that as you makes you an easy target to thieves and cutthroats."

"Thanks... I'm not defenseless though." She examines the equipment.

Inside the bundle is a set of modified leather armor with plates and runes engraved into it. There is also a thin tunic made of tiny silver scales and a small dagger.

Naki looks it over a bit more, then starts putting the tunic and armor on, then looks over the dagger, curious to see if it has any special properties.

The dagger is fairly ordinary, with a well polished dark blade and a simple scabbard. The weapon is feather light and simply crafted.

After putting the equipment on, Naki lies down to pass the time, after a while though she looks to see if there are books.

Any of the sparse books in the room are again in the unintelligible script.

She frowns. "That's going to be a pain in the ass..." Her spirits are dampened by the realization she can't read, and quietly just takes a nap.

Another five forrs pass before Hairos returns. He sees Naki's sleeping form and decides to go for another two forrs to handle a few miscellaneous tasks around Taryl.

After a long while, Naki wakes up and spends her time trying to remember her past.

Naki vaguely remembers a white clad figure and several people, but their names and faces elude her.

She frowns, then simply resigns to wait for Hairos.

When Hairos returns, he carries a large coin purse and steaming loaves of sweet bread with some type of meat stuffed inside.

"Hungry?"

She nods. "Thank you. What is the language here? I do not understand it."

"You're speaking it just fine," he replies, handing the loaves to her. "There's no real name for the language, it's generally called Common or the Shared Tongue."

After taking a bite, she shakes her head. "I mean the words, the text. Like on the books."

"Well that's harder to explain, coming from a guy who grew up in one of the rural regions. The letters differ in each region, some times the language written isn't even in Common. Most books are written in Imperial or Tallick, both of which are unable to be taught second hand."

She sighs. "Well that's just brilliant... I guess I won't be reading for a while."

"Don't get so down, Castle Taryl has people who can teach the languages. That being said, we're heading there tomorrow first thing in the morning."

"Long day tomorrow then, I would imagine... ...and more sleeping too."

"You can go exploring if you want, but be cautious."

"....Ehh... I'd prefer not to go out at dark. I'll just rest some more, I could use it."

Hairos nods, then retires to his room.

Naki goes to sleep, hoping to find answers and a purpose tomorrow.

When dawn comes, Hairos wakes up Naki.

"Come on, it's time to go."

Naki nods, and doesn't waste time getting ready to go, and is quickly prepared for the day. She checks her weaponry one last time, then nods to signal she's ready to leave.

"It'll take a forr, maybe two, to get to the castle. Let's go." He leads Naki out of the inn and towards the opposite side of Taryl, where a large gate hangs slightly ajar. There are two guards on post and they draw their weapons, but they quickly put them away when they recognize Hairos, bowing as he goes by.

Naki decides to keep close, not wishing to run into any potential trouble. "I know you said you're a wandering hero, but it's quite another thing for guards to bow for just 'a wandering hero'. Are you an important person or something?"

"Nope, just a wandering hero. I'm called the Rogue Hero because of my weapons, Sakuya and Kareru, or something along those lines."

Naki's eyes narrow subtly, wondering if he's keeping something out of the explaination on purpose. She decides not to pursue the discussion, rather, she decides to look about her surroundings.

Beyond the gate lies a simple caste bearing a flag with a buckler surrounded by thorns as its crest. The exterior is well kept, appearing bare of decorations but maintained and pristine.

Naki looks around a bit more, then mainly looks at the castle.

"What's the ruler of this city like?"

"He's really relaxed and willing to hear people out. His advisor is a stickler for rules and regulations, though."

"Oh I see." Naki falls silent for a while as they walk, wondering what lies ahead.

The inside of the castle is bare of most eccentricities and decorations one would expect to see within a castle. There are long carpets that cover the floor and many candle fixtures set on the walls between various crests and coats of arms, but no animal busts or trophies like antlers or skulls. There are no weapons decorating the walls nor are there fancy chandeliers, solid gold fixtures or walls of marble.

"Huh, doesn't strike me like most castles I'd imagine."

"I had the same impression when I first visited this place as well."

"This should be an interesting day..." Naki mutters as they walk on.

Hairos enters a round room where four people wait. Two of the people are clad in heavy armor, one wearing blue armor with orange markings, the other with silver and black armor. The other two are dressed in different manners. One is wearing a dress more akin to a robe and the other wears a white lab coat covered in tassels over dark pants.

"You've returned, Rogue," growls the one clad in blue armor, "And you've brought a compatriot... Grand."

"Good to see you too, Berserker."

Naki blinks, but keeps quiet.

"These are the other three heroes," explains Hairos. "The one in the black armor is Dragon, the one in the dress is Magus and the one in the blue armor is Berserker. We're still looking for the Saint Hero."

"Dragon found him," says the Magus Hero, pointing to the man in the lab coat.

"Ah. Nice to meet you Saint, I'm Rogue."

"Whatever, I don't care about this hero business," says the man in the lab coat, not sparing Hairos a glance.

Naki nods at the explanation, but doesn't say anything, uncomfortable and wondering about the Heroes.

"Berserker isn't one to mince words with," says the Magus Hero, bowing politely. "I'm Ayla."

"I'm Charle," says the Dragon Hero, their voice muffled by their helmet. "Nice to meet you."

Naki looks at them for a moment, bowing slightly. "I'm Naki... I don't really know much about myself aside from my name. I don't even know how I got here. You are... heroes?" She asks.

"That is our given designation," nods Ayla, "It appears to be based on our place of origin and skills rather than random. As for why the five of us were chosen, that's yet to be seen."

"I'm not the only one in the dark of why they're here then I guess..."

"It has to do with the Darkening," says the Saint Hero. "The Resurgence is not far away and someone appears to be making a major mess of things, ruining the name of the Hex Makers as they do whatever they want."

"Oh, you know what's going on then," asks Hairos, getting a near nonexistent nod in the process.

"I've been to the affected areas. Only a Reviled Execution could cause a contained outbreak of a plague in a trade town and turn another major town into a sea of blood."

"Reviled Execution?"

"A large scale, gruesome curse that kills everyone within its range in a specific way."

"...Great..." She looks at Hairos, silently wondering why he brought her along to the other Heroes.

"You are rather well informed, Saint Hero," rasps the Berserker Hero.

"I've been around. Rumors and information are audible to those who listen. Of course, a foreigner like you would be without such information."

"Are you saying that one from another world is less intelligent?"

"No, but you'd  be less informed overall and less savvy to the the gossip of Elucine."

"Easy there you two," says Hairos, standing between the two as both tense up for a confrontation. "No need to fight over something trivial. Besides the chancellor will have a fit if anyone starts a brawl."

"T'would be an execution, not a brawl, Rogue," replies the Berserker Hero.

"Indeed, we'd be cleaning your waste and innards off the ground," counters the Saint Hero.

Naki feels her attentiveness drifting off, not so much feeling awkward as she is bored.

"Ahem, a show of force is unnecessary," says another voice as a figure clad in a padded robe with a single sleeve silently steps into the room. He looks rather frail and somewhat meek in stature, but he holds authority in his voice.

"Milord, you cannot greet such folk in that sort of attire," calls a person in bustling white robes. He appears to be an older man, likely in his fifties, with thinning hair and a thick moustache.

"'Tis fine Falir, my dress is suitable," intones the younger man, surveying the group. "Ah, two additions to our not so merry band and in less than four Dyn. It seems that all of the heroes and a Nosi have gathered. How are thee all?"

"...and a Nosi?" Naki asks.

"Indeed. Do you not know what you are?"

"The only thing I know about myself is my name. And that I have no idea where I come from. Or what I am. So yeah, I don't know what I am. Mind is blank as blank gets."

"No need to take offense. A Nosi is... How shall I put this, an unpredictable being without the light of the Luciolith about them. The Luciolith is the creator of our world and is the source of all knowledge and life."

"So... I'm an outsider and or I was not created of this world or something? ...That can't possibly cause people to judge me... certainly not..." Naki mutters.

"But why am I here? ...Great, more questions...."

"Well, few can tell," notes the lord. "I'm clairvoyant and attuned to the Sein of the world to an extent, so I can see things many cannot. I cannot discern your purpose, only that you should travel with the heroes until the right time."

"Really," asks Hairos, "Huh, I guess buying Ven Shold armor was the right thing to do after all."

"You bought Ven Shold armor for a person you did not know," exclaims Falir, "What if she had been a ruffian or a bandit in disguise?!"

"Eh, I would have handled it," shrugs Hairos, "Besides, I'm a good judge of character. I wouldn't have helped her had she held great malicious intent... Well not to the extent thusly presented."

"...Ven... Shold...? ...Man the terminology around here gives me a headache... ...and I guess I'm going to have to get used to the bickering between the two lovely ladies over here," She remarks, subtly implying Saint and Breserker.

A very sharp object narrowly misses Naki's face as it embeds itself into the wall behind her.

"Do not fan the flames, you'll only make them larger," warns Ayla.

"Ven Shold, yes. It means the armor was granted a blessing of defense," explains Hairos.

"Oh, I see." She says, not reacting to the sharp object. "Thanks then, I guess."

''I know for sure that this is gonna be a long day... ...and I'm no closer to really having answers.''

"Think not of it, you never know when a disaster of dire proportions will strike, thus you must always be prepared for both the worst and the best, that way nothing strikes your blindspot because of your inattentiveness."

"I see... so why are these guys here?" She asks, the chancelor, refering to the assembled heroes.

"It's as the Saint Hero so succinctly put," answers Falir, "Someone has chosen to go around the Elucine region, using Reviled Executions to wipe out entire towns in mere moments. Whom ever this person is, their goals are unknown, but their targets are. The remaining nine major towns in Elucine seem to be their target and, judging solely by the two Thcyanas- Mass Killings- they have caused, they may be using different Executions to do so. So far Larsaven- Malady of the Festering Wound- and Sigorm un Taras- Cutting of the Invisible Blades- have been used, leaving over a dozen Executions to choose from."

"Next will be Cirminos un Dunven, followed by Seianasoph, then Baras un Seit fo Sein," says the Saint Hero.

"The audacity mention such things without understanding their gravity is-!" Falir holds back a tongue lashing when the robe clad young man raises a hand. "Aye, milord."

"The Copper Bull of the Great Fire, the Mass Self Killings and the Tearing of Flesh from Soul," he repeats. "If that's the case then that would leave Devouring of the Demonic Birds, Burning by the Wrathful Spears, Entrapment in the Coat of Blades, Severance of the Mind from Body, Staunching of the Flow of Soul and Spearing by Gluttonous Beast..."

"...Correct. You've studied the actions of the Mad One to know such things." The Saint Hero sounds fairly impressed.

"Is it not the job of a king to know what afflicts his people and what may befall them?"

"...If they're using these err... Reviled Executions to kill countless people, I would think there is something dangerous afoot. Perhaps it is a ritualistic behavior? Unless they are just killing for sport or insanity, I would think something of a ritualistic nature would be the reasoning for such a thing. It's simply a theory, but from what little I know, this behavior, during this time of the... Resurgence? It seems suspicious to me."

"That much was already ascertained," replies the Saint Hero, "It's not the Thcyanas so much that matter, but their order. The order determines everything."

"At the very least, we're looking at a second Darkening. At the worst, the perpetrator is attempting to summon something from Pandaemonium, something worse than the Idolas."

Naki rubs her head. "Well so much for being helpful. I may as well let you guys do the problem solving. I don't know anything anyway..." She looks at the Chancellor. "So am I supposed to fight with them too?"

She looks at herself for a moment. "I don't know if I'm actually capable of much of anything really."

"That has yet to be seen on both parts," says Falir.

"I'll be in the strategy room. Saint Hero come with me, we may be able to predict the next target town."

"Aye." The Saint Hero follows the robe clad lord to a different part of the castle.

Naki contemplates her situation for a few minutes, trying to remember more things.

For some reason the Saint Hero seems familiar, though vaguely. There are two possibilities to his identity.

''More questions... ...no answers. ...Why do I have such a monstrous headache? ...I hate being left in the dark...''

"Frowning causes early aging..." Hairos gives Naki a concerned look.

She glances up at him. "Hmm? Oh... ...trying to remember. ...Not exactly going well. I've gotten hints of people, but I can't remember names or faces, just now that Saint guy kinda struck a bell, oddly enough. ...I freaking hate being in the dark, it drives me insane. That much I've already figured out on my own though."

"Patience is key, just endure your struggle until your answers arrive."

"...Patience... ....No, I don't think I've ever been good with that." She starts fiddling with her hair. "Certainly don't think this hair is normal... ...I wonder where I came from? I mean... ....who has natural hair like this?" She laughs, wearily.

Hairos curls one of his dark strands of hair, revealing it to be various shades of very dark green. "Not sure, then again who is born with eyes the color of metal or the ability to eat the sky?"

"Fair point I guess. ...Huh... I used to be... ...blonde?" She murmurs, remembering a tiny detail about herself.

"Anyway, what should I do now? I don't like standing around... ....it would be nice to be able to read..."

"I have a book that details Imperial," offers Ayla. "I found it when I perused the library and records within the castle."

"I could give you a book on Tarrick... Er, Talrick... Tallick," Charle offers, "I think that's the right one... Maybe?"

"That might be helpful. Thanks."

A worn book and a well preserved book are handed to Naki.

"I'll be training in the fields," says Hairos, leaving the room.

"I'll join you." The Berserker Hero follows after him.

Naki looks around, then sighs. "Might as well take a look..." She finds a corner where she won't be bothered, and begins examining the contents of the books.

The books themselves are blank, but  with each page turned it feels as if Naki has learned something  about the two languages.

"Weird... what's with these books?"

"They have an odd trait."

"Reaaaaaaal specific... well it's certainly interesting regardless." She presses on with her reading.

As she reaches the end if the books, Naki feels as if she understands the world she's in a bit more.

"Now if only there was 'A Guide to Naki', that would be perfect. Alas..." Part of Naki's shadow solidifies.

"Well Persona Grimoires exist, at least where I hail from," says Ayla, "They detail the life and stories of their originators, though they also reveal their true name unless warded. I could make one for you though you'd need to find several items before I could."

"It's alright, I'll manage. My memories will have to come back sooner or later."

"True, though said process may prove long. Still, if that is your choice, you'll not find me in your way."

"I'm not about to let amnesia defeat me. Since I guess I'm going to be accompaning you heroes or whatever, feel like sharing stories? I don't have much to offer, what with my memory and all, but it would still be nice to know who I'll be traveling or even fighting with. Assuming I'm useful for that..."

"I don't really have much I can tell," says Ayla. "I'm, but a Magus hailing from a world where magic is freely accessible."

"I come from a place that's more advanced than here in terms of technology. I grew up in a city with two older brothers and a sister and did very little out of the social norms." Charle shrugs.

"I see. Well, at least it's something." Naki finishes reading the last few pages.

"I'm going to check on Berserker and Rogue," says Charle, getting up and leaving the room.

"Don't hurt yourself," intones Ayla.

Naki closes the books, just as the solidified mass of shadow pops up, revealing a small shadowy humanoid about the size of a child, with two small yellow eyes, which peers out from behind Naki's back at Ayla, blinking curiously. It has a serpentine tail, with a snake's head on the end, whose tongue flickers, smelling the area.

Ayla is unphased by the appearance of the humanoid.

Naki turns her head and yelps when she sees it. "What the heck are you?!"

"That would be a Magia, a creature born from your power."

The creature quietly comes out into fhe open,

"My power made that? How strange..."

"Strange or not, it comes from you and therefore you must ensure that it behaves."

"...Fair enough?" She says, as the figure climbs up on her, sitting on her shoulders, looking at Ayla curiously, then makes small fireballs and begins juggling them lazily.

Ayla shows no interest in the creature, as if such sights are common to her.

"I wonder how long it will take before those two come up with a plan of action? I don't know how to make myself useful in this situation... How'd you guys even get chosen for this anyway?"

"I do not know the answer to that. There must be some form of criteria, but it us not known," answers Ayla. "As for the Saint and the lord, only time will tell."

"...Urgh, I need something to do..." Naki grumbles.

"If you want to do something, check on Charle in the field beyond the castle grounds."

She sighs. "It's something I guess...." She proceeds to head out, looking for Charle.

The Azure Berserker
Outside of the castle and away from Taryl is a large open field.

Naki makes her way to the field, keeping an eye on her surroundings. The little shadow creature hangs on her back from her shoulders, peering around curiously as she walks.

In the far distance, she can see sparks and hear the faint ringing of blades.

Naki decides to head in that direction.

The ringing grows louder, as do the sparks, as she gets closer. Once she nears the edge of the field, Naki sees the source of the commotion: a clash between Hairos and the Berserker Hero. Hairos parries a wide swing from the Berserker Hero's  axe, a massive turquoise and black, double sided weapon with dark orange blades, with a pair of daggers, one pink with a back swirl, the other green with a grey swirl, only to be blasted back by the sheer amount of pressure behind the swing. He recovers quickly and launches a flurry of near invisible slashes at the blue clad warrior, who retaliates with a shockwave of pearly white energy followed by backhanded strike from the axe into what would have been a leg shattering sweep had Hairos not suddenly appeared behind the Berserker Hero and backflip kicked off of them, springing into a furious barrage of slashes on the blue hero's back upon landing. Grunting off the assualt as if it was of no consequence, the Berserker Hero backhands Hairos with a gauntlet then strikes him with the flat of the axe's blade in the stomach before splitting the weapon into a pair of double edged hand axes and hurling one of the blades at the stunned Rogue Hero.

Hairos manages to recover enough to catch the weapon narrowly, but is launched high into the air because of the force of the thrown weapon. Gritting his teeth, Hairos focuses his gaze groundward and, after tensing his legs, releases a sonic boom that nullifies the force behind the hand axe, allowing him to hurl the weapon back at the Berserker Hero, who connects the two weapons by the tops of their blades with a defensive thrust. Hairos creates another, larger, sonic boom as he jettisons toward the ground, his eyes locked on the Berserker Hero as they grab both ends of their combined weapon and begin to pull it apart, a pearly glow forming between the two weapons. Hairos collides with the azure hero, sending them skidding backwards before flitting away from the warrior in time to avoid a series of alabastor and indigo explosions that occur when the Berserker Hero splits the two axes from one another.

Wasting no time, the Berserker Hero dashes through the aftermath of the blasts, shifting the the hand axes into dual short swords as they hound the retreating Rogue Hero. When Hairos catapualts himself into the air, the berserker doesn't directly follow suit, instead extending the grips and blades of the short swords as the blades shift horizontally into those of sickles then sending cutting waves of pearly energy after him. While the Rogue Hero is preoccupied with deflecting and avoiding the attack, the azure hero connects the two sickles by their grips and has their blades make an upward vertical inclination as a string of wound energy appears between the weapon's points before firing a piercing arrow of light from the shapeshifting weapon. Hairos dodges the arrow by a hair's length, flipping backwards in the air as he takes a deep breath and the air distorts for a fraction of a second. A golden aura comes over him before he rockets towards the Berserker Hero, who had since shifted the long bow into a great sword. Meeting great sword with great sword, the two seem to be be even, but Hairos, slowly but surely pushes the blue clad warrior back. At that moment, the azure hero's blade extends with brilliant white, orange and blue light and they slash forward, unleashing a wave of pure destructive energy that consumes Hairos before several horizontal slashes cut through the  wave as if it were wet paper, cutting into the Berserker Hero's armor as well as Hairos pierces through the wave and manages to remove the helm on the Berserker Hero's head, revealing the face of a woman in her twenties with long, pointed ears that have a green tint and severe grey eyes over thinly pursed lips.

"It is your victory, Rogue... This time," she acknowledges, taking the helm back from Hairos when he offers it.

"Heh heh, I was only lucky, Eridia. Had I dealt any more damage to you before you released that last attack, I wouldn't be speaking right now," he returns, rubbing the back of his head. "Oh, and just call me Hairos."

"Indeed, however you risked incurring more attacks to yourself in doing that," states Eridia, "It was risky on your end."

"I do not disagree, I wasn't prepared for your weapon's versatility or your reaction speed. At several points your reactions exceeded my capabilities to act, which is why I had to make sorin between us at several moments. Even than, that was nearly thwarted because I wasn't entirely prepared to go against you."

"...You greatly undervalue yourself. Accept your victory, but do not let it inflate your ego."

"I do not plan on allowing it too."

Naki cannot help but aknowledge the skill she saw. "...Well, I certainly don't think I hold a candle in comparison to what I just saw... impressive skills you two!" She says loud enough to be heard.

"Oh, someone was watching," asks Hairos.

"Two people were," corrects Eridia. "For what reason are you here?"

"Ayla asked me to check on Charle. I got side tracked by the fight. You didn't notice I was watching?" She asks Hairos.

"I was focusing on the battle more so than my overall surroundings. I didn't notice Charle either, though now I can sense that she's watching from a top the castle," he shrugs. "Ayla and Charle are worrywarts though they have good intentions."

"That can be interpreted as interlopers depending on one's perspective," says Eridia.

"Eh, they aren't that bad..."

"Well, I can certainly see that you aren't very trusting, though I was surprised by you being a girl, what with your... ...temperament. ...Though I'm not exactly a first class damsel myself, so not judging anybody..."

She thinks for a moment. "Though with moves like that, I'm probably going to get my ass saved more than I contribute at this rate."

"Maybe, maybe not," shrugs Hairos while Eridia simply huffs. "Going by talent alone, I'm the least gifted among us, except for maybe the Saint Hero, but I don't know how strong or capable he is so I am not truly sure on that."

Naki looks about. "Wish I knew what all I was capable of..." Her shadowy companion peers at Eridia and Hairos.

"That's a question no one can really answer, not even yourself. People always grow and change, always learning no matter how stubborn they are," replies Hairos, "You'll never truly know what you can and can't do until you try it."

"Such hypocritical words..."

"Oi, I know my limits already, I've lived facing them almost all the time," shrugs the Rogue Hero, in response to Eridia.

"Huh... that's a good way to look at it, I guess."

"The boon of living without care and stress~."

She looks at the two nervously. "Any chance I could get some training from either of you? I don't want to be useless."

"Eh, not really at that point yet."

"The current you would break too easily."

She sighs. "Of course. I'll just go sit around somewhere I guess." She walks off back toward the city.

"How can one teach when they aren't sure that what they know can be taught," ponders Hairos after Naki is long gone.

The Demonic Saint
Naki finds a place within the castle courtyard and sits down, looking up at the sky while she tries to remember more about herself, also feeling irritable not knowing what to do with herself.

Her shadowy companion has learned to juggle, and is now goofing off and climbing on various walls.

"Estyl." Naki's companion finds itself pulled to the ground at an utterance from the white clade Saint Hero. "Walls are not for climbing."

It glares at him. "Monkey face." It hisses, crawling back to Naki while grumbling.

"Childish Shadow Rat," returns the supposed saint, walking off.

"Done coming up with plans or taking a break?" Naki asks.

"The latter."

"...You're somehow familiar to me, you know. I don't know why. Though I might just be crazy. ...Wouldn't surprise me, with the memory loss. ...Question, do you think it would be possible to train me, or if you couldn't, do you know someone who could?"

"Why?"

"...Because if I have to go with you heroes, I'd rather be able to take care of myself than have people wipe my own ass. Plus, I'm bored to death."

"Not interested, you aren't the type I could teach anyways."

"...Whatever." She starts to grow much more irritated, frusterated at the lack of her memories and the feeling of being useless, the frusteration slowly building into anger.

She begins to get up and walk off, fists clenched.

"Now to deal with that group planning a coup, that should provide breathing room to execute the plan." He stalks off in the opposite direction, almost gliding out of the castle with his gait.

Naki wanders a bit, hoping to find something worth doing. After a while of walking, she trips and falls on her face. Getting back up and swearing, she kicks the rock she fell over, a burst of fire erupting from her foot as she kicks it and startling herself.

"Woah, was that fire? ...Didn't know I could do that... ...neat..."

The Saint Hero enters Taryl silently, looking around until he finds an old obscured tavern called the Ynd of Arcadiah.

"...This is the place." The Saint Hero enters the tavern and glances around the room before taking a seat at the bar. He orders a glass of water and honeyed biscuits as he listens for any information regarding the rumored Coup de Tat.

Several minutes pass before a burly man with a large sword slung across his shoulder stomps into the tavern, followed by two shady looking cloaked figures. The Saint Hero narrows his eyes at the trio, but remains silent and watches them join a group of drinkers at a table to the far right of the room.

The Saint hero orders another glass of water and more biscuits. Once his order arrives, he requests a cube of granulated sugar and observes the now full table.

"Keeper, I think it's time for you to close for the day," he says stoically.

"Hm? Oh, I see," sighs the bar keeper, "Just make sure to keep the damages below five and ten Gins, last time I had to barter with the cost officer to ignore the damages."

"This time I'll pay it off, don't worry."

"That's what your sister said before she turned my bar into pile of wood and glass..."

"I'm not my sister."

"Righ-"

"Bartender! Another round of tankards," yells the burly man from the back of the tavern. "Bring your finest serving girl!"

"No rest for the condemned," sighs the tavern's owner. "If I wasn't in the information market, I'd crack a few heads..."

"Just don't go overboard when you do," replies the Saint Hero.

"Aye, can't go outta business yet, still have to watch out for my own folk."

"Hoy! Get a move on! We won't wait all Dyn for ya," shouts the burly man.

"I heard ya the first time, ye ungrateful lot! I'm takin' care of business first, so wait ya half muzzled, oversized festering pulstule!"

"Aye..."

"I'll make my move after they get their drinks, that should be enough time to get to the back exit, correct?"

"Aye, I know where this going..." The bar keep grumbles, but starts filling eight tankards with foaming ale. "Bridgidine, you're up!"

"Aye boss," comes a sultry call from the room adjacent to the tavern. Soon afterwards, a woman wearing a high cut black dress with frilly lace tail hanging from the left side, long silver studded, black boots over fishnet stockings, a fancy black hat a trio of silver feathers sticking out of it and a black eye patch over her right eye walks into the room, instantly grabbing most of the attention of the tavern's occupants. Her hair is a mellow shade of pink and her visible eye is a clear blue color while her complexion is pale, but lightly sun kissed. Upon seeing the Saint Hero, her eye lights up.

"Oh Fle, it's been awhile," she sings, leaning over the bar as shee speaks with him. "Finally here to accept my offer?"

"Not this time, I can not go exploring Mont Ba'aj yet, I'm still on his trail."

"Oh? No fun," she mock pouts. "It's good that you're well, try to take care of yourself m'kay?"

"Heh, still acting like a big sister," the Saint Hero cracks a small smile. "I'd love to continue catching up, but you're needed on the floor and I'm about to handle some business."

"Oh?"

"More Purists."

"Ah, well then, I won't keep you," Brigidine flashes the white clad hero a smile before taking the tray of ales the tavern owner prepared. "One round of Honed Ale..." The burly man whistles and Brigidine saunters over to his table, smoothly sliding the tray onto the table and starting a conversation with the group.

Several minutes pass before the Saint Hero strides over to the table and slams his hand onto the table, spilling a few of the tankards.

"Oi, what was that for," exclaims the burly man as Brigidine sways away from the table. "You've scared off then fine piece o' meat!"

"Because you're under arrest for attempting to incite a rebellion and treason towards the crown," he responds. "You are Hermos, the Valiant are you not?"

"...! How'd ya know that?"

"You're an easy person to spot, especially in that ragged cloak you wear and the sword you carry over your shoulder. Even more obvious is your massive frame when you attempt to skulk around the city at night." The burly man begins to sweat and reaches for a tankard of ale when the Saint Hero grabs him by the face and smashes him through the table with one hand. He makes sure that the man is out cold before glaring at the other seven sitting at the table. "All of you are next, I'd not resist were I you."

The other seven panic and hastily draw daggers and concealed swords before rushing the white clad hero.

"Only a mongrel or the Unclean would do such a thing!"

"Your life is forfeit, boy!"

"Your kind will not stop us from puring this land of fil- Goh?!" The third man to speak doubles over as if his spine was snapped in half in mid-sentence when the saint hero strikes him suddenly in the stomach, knocking him out instantly.

"You know, fools like you are the reason peace treaties have failed time and again. To remove or kill something because it is different is no less foolish than royal family members starving themselves because something is not made to their liking," drones the Saint Hero as he weaves between strikes as if they were unmoving blades in the air, brutally countering the Purists with bone-crushing punches with no follow through or pivot behind them and, in one case, a kick that propels an assailant clean through the ceiling of the tavern. "Are you all done yet?" He looks around and observes the broken and battered bodies of the Purists in the equally destroyed tavern. Shrugging, he reaches into his coin purse and places several multicolored stones on the now splintered bar before walking outsude where he is greeted by a mob of armed warriors.

"It's the White Fiend! Kill him so that he won't interfere with our work!" A voice cries from inside of the mob, the person's words resonating through the group.

"Oh? I guess I can spare some time on you, but no more than a minute or two, I'm a busy man afterall," he muses as lightning and embers crackle around his fists. "Try not to die."

And like that, a bloodbath began in the town of Taryl, more so a one sided massacre perpetrated by the one referred to as the Saint Hero.

"Was that all each of you had to offer?" The Saint Hero brushes his coat off before leaving the piles of unconscious bodies on the ground and informing a guard of the defeat of the planners of the Coup de Tat.

"To think that the Fiend of White would be one of the Five Heroes," mutters the guard. "All of the ones you defeated are still among the living, correct?"

"Aye, killing them would have gone against my oath. Likewise, I would rather not have this garb dyed with crimson blood." The white clad warrior sighs.

"I-I see... I shall inform the other watchmen and the Jailer of this."

"Good." The Saint Hero passes into the castle.

The Saint Hero returns to the planning room and continues his discussiin with the lord.

"So we've decided then," says the lord, "Maltheis seems to be the most viable target."

"Quite so. It would be best to deploy the others there within two Dyns, giving them a chance to reach the town before the Hexer arrives."

"Do you plan to not accompany them?"

"It would only cause unneeded strife. Aren't there still Purists within this country? I'll make it my job to handle them for the time being."

"About that... Could you investigate a group referred to as the Fortemps of Dawn? Their name has been coming up quite often in official documents. So far they seem to be a large group that worships the Luciolith, but their activity is... concerning."

"How so?"

They are gathering objects of great power, objects that predate the end of the Angelions and Daemonids and even the appearance of the Saint Fiends."

"Objects that came into being with the Ancient One, I assume."

"Indeed. This strikes me as suspicious."

"I see, I'll look into this. In exchange..."

"Yes, the continued integration of your people and more anti-prejudice agreements on both sides. It shall be done."

"Then I will be on my way."

"Oh, one last thing. Please stop the one behind this incident, I am under the impression that you may be the only one who can truly vanquish them."

"I'll do what I must."

Naki wanders on back inside, out of the sun.

"Did anything note worthy happen," asks Ayla.

"Hairos and the Berserker had a pretty cool duel. Wishing someone could teach me so I could be more useful."

"Ask Charle," replies Ayla.

"...I get the feeling I'm just being passed along like a game of Hot Potato..." She grumbles.

"Sometimes, the student is not ready for the teacher..."

"...Sure..." She walks on, looking around.

"Skepticism in the face of unseen truths often results in more suffering than needed," sighs Ayla.

She makes her way to where Charle was supposedly noticed earlier.

"Oi, up here," calls Charle from the tallest part of the castle.

She makes her way up to him. "Hello, nice view?"

"Kind of stuck, but yeah. Something up?"

"I was hoping to get some training so I wouldn't be worthless to you guys. In other situations I probably wouldn't just join up with people, but you guys are kinda like the only direction I have right now. So I don't want to be just useless baggage."

"Hmmm, I can't help with that- not directly anyways. Maybe Polaris or Alkaid could help."

Naki's face indicates she is not exactly thrilled to hear that. "...And who are they?"

''I'm almost done with this. I mean, seriously, how hard is it to offer someone advice on how to at least swing a sword effectively?!''

"Hm... If I were to coin a term, it would be Familiar or Magica. They're like hidden shadows- Er guardians wreathed in shadow. They are always here, but not always present."

"...sigh... okay... before I stress out any further than I already have, how do I talk to them? I've been passed along to the point of insanity."

"Probably because it's not a good investment to teach you at this point," says Charle, "It's likely that once you regain your memory completely, you'll lose what was taught to you while you were a blank slate so to speak. As for Polaris and Alkaid, I'd just watch the skies, they'll appear when they want to."

"...I... ...didn't even know that could happen. Why would it get overwritten?"

"What was lost would overwrite what was gained when it returned."

"...Urggh... ...complications... it's a never ending cycle... so am I going to lose my memories of you guys too then?"

"Depends on how memorable we are in your book."

"Right... you should consider the fact that while I may not remember, it's a lot better than being dead because you don't know how to fight properly. Just an idea, just saying."

"Well I can't train you, I'm incapable of it, which is why I offered the aid of Polaris and Alkaid. Still, you could wait to regain your memories or have the process jump started." Charle shrugs.

"...." She starts making her way down and heads off to a slightly more isolated part of the castle where she frusteratedly tries to cool down her temper.

"They are supposed to be heroes, I'm not asking for anything complicated, what are these people, incapable of holding a sword or something? Ridiculous." She seethes, mentally exploring the occurrence of fire she caused previously, trying to figure out how to manipulate it on her own.

Charle sighs. "It is better to move slow, than to rush ahead because it is seemingly required."

After a bit of experimentation, she starts focusing on producing fire, and manages to succeed after a few minutes of concentration.

"Well, glad to know I can control it rather than it be a random emotional thing."

Naki continues training herself in elemental magic, not allowing rest until she has at least understood each element. After fire, water, wind, and lightning, Naki decides to take a momentary break and allow herself time to look around.

Naki sees the Saint Hero basically glide back into the castle, the tips of his coat dyed red.

She looks at the hero critically from her vantage point, but returns to observing the surroundings, looking out toward the countryside.

Far in the distant sky shine a pair of stars, one blue the other green.

"...A green star? ...weird.... ...wait, are those even stars? It's daytime isn't it?"

The stars twinkle before abruptly vanishing, disappearing moments before a voice rings out.

"The presence of the four heroes present and the foreigner are required in the meeting room! Haste is necessary!"

Naki stretches, then gets up and begins making her way to the meeting room. "Well, hope something good comes out of this at least."

The Lord's Plan
Inside the meeting room Charle, Ayla, Eridia and Hairos have gathered, each watching the lord intently.

"Everyone is present, correct? In that case, we can begin the meeting," says the lord.

"Your Highness, the Saint Hero is not present," states Eridia.

"Ah, he's handling a separate task. Do not worry about him."

"..." A strong silence settles over the room.

"So, what is it that you've called them and well, me, your... grace?" Naki adds, trying to sound polite.

''My memories are stubbornly remaining locked up. I was hoping to get answers, but all I got was more unnecessary questions. Though I suppose that in my situation, I can't expect simple charity. I guess I'll have to claw and maul for any answers I'm going to get. ...I have a feeling that's something that's always been my problem.''

"The next probable location for a Thycana has been discovered. A town to the east known as Maltheis. It is a relatively large place and is somewhat far, so you'll have to depart within two Dyn to reach the town in a timely fashion."

"I see... ...So time is of the essence, I would take it..." She murmurs. Not that I'll be worth anything in this whole mess.

"Quite so."

"Milord, what are our orders exactly," asks Hairos.

"Repel and, if possible, capture the one responsible. That is all."

''Though we still don't know anything about who the perpetrator is. Defending against an unseen, unknown force is... ...not optimal to say the least...''

"The perpetrator will be similar in nature to the Saint Hero- few are like him, but even less will be as distinct as him," notes the lord, as if reading Naki's mind. "It would be best to be wary of the person."

''Okay then, the timing could not have been placed better. Never doubt for a moment though what one is capable of though...''

"If there is nothing left to be said, begin your preparations for a four day journey," says the lord, "You are dismissed."