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Halo - An Etrian Odyssey Novel (Chapter 41/50)

Lesai had fallen asleep on the carpet sitting in front of the fireplace, just to Eliath's right. Historia's loyal beast companion was lying with him, and Eliath was looking down at him periodically to make sure his hexer wasn't rolling into the fireplace or something like that. Lesai was a bit high maintenance after all, but luckily, he hadn't moved any closer to the flames.

Unfortunately, it didn't appear as if Lesai was having the most peaceful sleep, he kept flinching and curling further into a tight ball, trembling like he was having a nightmare, but it was only when he jolted awake and shot straight into a sitting position with a gasp that Eliath reacted, reaching out to set a hand on top of his head and stroking his fingers through his hair to sooth him.

"Easy. Bad dream?"

Lesai had relaxed instantly when Eliath slipped his fingers through his hair, but he didn't verbally respond to the man's question as he turned and inched closer to the wheelchair, dropping his face into Eliath's lap and clinging to his pants as he closed his eyes again, willing himself to calm down by concentrating on his leader's hand on his head, instead of the screams in his ears.

Eliath had to sigh a little at the way the hexer was clinging to him. It wasn't the first time he'd gotten like this after a bad nightmare, and it probably wouldn't be the last, Eliath was happy that he could somehow calm the poor man down just by being there, but the fact he suffered from so many debilitating night terrors was what upset him. Lesai didn't deserve it. He didn't deserve the memories.

His attention was drawn away from the hexer and towards the couch where Naylin was finally fully awake and sitting up, a smile on his lips and a bowl of soup in his hands that Emery had brought in for him. After having the war magus down the elixir Lynus had brought in, the medic had ordered Naylin to eat. He seemed to be in a decent mood, but Eliath had known him long enough to recognize when his smiles were forced.

"You've made some interesting friends, Seara," Naylin was saying, holding his bowl up so his spoon didn't have too far to go to reach his mouth, "I like 'em."

"Cool, cuz we were waiting for your blessing," Iliad drawled, lying on the couch with his legs hanging over the armrest and his head on Arcan's lap, arms folded and eyes closed.

Naylin laughed in amusement, "Oh yea, this guild is fun," Sage chuckled with a smile that turned into a slight pout when Naylin addressed him, "So you definitely seem cozy with them."

"Yea," Sage agreed with a warm smile, "They've been taking care of me after all. I owe them a lot."

"No I get that," Naylin said with a sly smirk, arching a suggestive eyebrow, "Not what I meant though."

"Okay, I like you," Emery decided with a grin, and Sage blushed, folding his arms defiantly but turning to the door when there was a knock.

"Who dares interrupt?" Iliad asked in a dull, tired voice, and Emery hummed.

"And why did they knock?"

"That's probably Hamza," Sage stated as he stood up from the couch, "Earlier when I was talking to Lynus, Hamza came up and offered to check Aerlorn's mansion with his guild just in case he was still there.

"Nope," Naylin shoved his bowl of food into Emery's arms before throwing himself over the back of the couch, "I'm not here!"

Sage gaped at where he'd disappeared, "Don't you want to talk to him? He's your hero, right?"

"Uh, I'll talk to him later," Naylin decided without moving from where he'd crouched behind the couch, a blanket draped over him, "Right now I'm injured and, uh, I'm in a meeting. Yes, I'm in a meeting, call back later."

"Blame the medicine," Emery decided, "He's obviously delusional right now, just ignore him."

"Alright," Sage agreed with a shrug, though he was pretty certain the medicine Naylin was taking had nothing to do with his sudden decision to hide.

Sage decided to just Naylin do what made him feel comfortable for now, and stepped up to the door before pulling it open. Like he'd been expecting, Hamza was the one standing out in the hall, with their red-haired landsknecht at his side and their white saber-toothed tiger between them. All three were carrying bags, and all had unfortunately grim expressions on their faces.

"Let me guess," Sage started, "It's nothing good."

Hamza sighed in response and stepped into the room when Sage held the door open for him, "We looked through the entire building from the roof to the basement, but we couldn't find any sign of a hexer," he said, and Axel swung a bag off of his shoulder, holding it out for Sage.

"We did, however, find quite a few items we assumed belonged to Historia, so we collected all we could carry to bring to you," Sage blinked and reached out to take the unexpectedly heavy and awkwardly shaped bag, hugging it against his chest, "At the very least this stuff should help you. Maybe."

"Yes, thank you," Sage gave them both weak smiles and crouched down a little so he was closer to Chi-Hung, reaching out to take the bag he had clamped in his jaws and setting it aside before scratching behind his ear, "We really appreciate you taking the time to do this."

"It was no problem," Hamza assured, swinging his own heavy duffel-bag from his shoulder and handing it to the protector standing behind Sage, as well as the blade-tipped staff he'd had in his hand, which Dyria stared at in confusion as the war magus turned his attention back to Sage, "I wish we had better news for you."

"No," Sage laughed, setting both bags down and standing up, "Already you've done too much for us."

"It's what we do," Axel assured, "Besides, if this guy is really crazy enough to go attacking one guild, he could end up trying to go after others, too. It's only right we try and take care of this guy before he becomes a problem. As of now he hasn't killed anyone, but it's only a matter of time."

Sage nodded slowly and looked down at his shoes, "Yea."

"And you didn't find anything?" Dyria asked, "Nothing left over that could show someone was living in that mansion?"

"Besides all those books and the other items that belonged to Historia?" Axel sighed, "Not a thing. If it weren't for the massive hole in the side of the building, the bloody chains, all those books, the fact your two guild members were nearly killed in that place, and the fact we trust you at your word, we would probably doubt anyone had been there at all."

"As it is, we almost didn't notice those items at all," Hamza added, settling a hand on the hilt of the sword belted to his hip, "We were lucky, and I hope everything we brought is important or useful."

"I'm sure it is," Sage said, "I hope none of this has caused you and your guild any trouble."

"Don't worry about that," Axel waved a hand, "Some guild's need to look out for each other. If you need any help just ask, the Guardians are always happy to be of assistance, especially with something like this. We're skilled in dealing with dumbass psychos who think they can do whatever they want just for power."

"I'm sure you've got some fun stories," Dyria noted, and Axel shrugged.

"Two or three."

"Just don't do anything spontaneous that could put your lives in danger," Hamza chided, turning just enough to give Dyria a look, something private between leaders, "I'm sure I don't have to tell you that though."

Dyria tensed up and nodded his head firmly to show he understood, and Hamza turned with Axel to leave the room. Sage frowned a little when his eyes caught something hanging from the war magus' belt, and tilted his head curiously. It looked like a charm of some sort, little gems carved into rough, circular beads, five in total connected with a small silver chain. Sage was drawn to it because he recognized it, and a smile pulled at his lips.

"Hamza?"

"Hm?" the war magus looked down at him and he held his hands up.

"Ah, nothing, never mind. Thank you is all, I really appreciate what you've done for us."

Hamza arched a suspicious eyebrow, but didn't question Sage further, and simply turned fully, leaving the room with Axel and Chi-Hung, and when the door was closed the survivalist walked over to the couch and leaned over to look down at where Naylin was sitting.

"Did you give him your lucky charm?" Sage asked, and Naylin's lips twisted into a pout as he leaned his head back to look up at him.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"So the fucker is gone," Iliad mumbled, and Sage sat down on the couch, looking over his shoulder towards the younger explorer, who was glaring up at the ceiling, "What do we do?"

"We have to find him," Sage said, "Aerlorn has Flandr, we can't abandon him."

"How are we supposed to find them?" Vien asked, sitting between Arcan and Nirim, his feet pulled onto the seat and his knees to his chest, "Eliath, by any chance did you tag your landsknecht?"

"I did not," Eliath responded, "Always knew I should, just never had a chance."

"If we know anything about Flan," Naylin started as he stood up, blanket pulled around his shoulders as he stepped around the couch and took the staff from Dyria, using it as a crutch and leaning against it as he looked over at Eliath, "We know he really hates people."

"That tells us nothing," Iliad decided, and Naylin grinned, sitting down beside Sage.

"On the contrary. They're on the run now, so they can't be anywhere near people who might see their group as suspicious. In other words, somewhere with little to no people, and knowing Flandr, he would have the perfect place to go."

"The Labyrinth," Eliath stated, his head back and his eyes closed, "Do you think so?"

"The Labyrinth is huge," Vien argued, "We can't just strut in and expect to run into him, we need to know where we're going."

Eliath dropped his head when Lesai pulled on the knee of his pants, and the survivalist leaned down so he could hear the hexer whispering, his brow furrowing, "Lesai thinks he can find him."

"What?" Sage leaned forward, "How?"

The older explorer just frowned more before leaning up from Lesai, brushing his fingers through the hexer's pale red hair, "He says your dark hunter's curse is practically identical to Flandr's," he stated, and Emery tensed up as Zed sat straighter in his chair, "The only difference is your dark hunter was cursed with a fatal hex, but Flandr's was meant strictly to control him."

"So that means...?" Naylin waved a hand for Eliath to continue, and the survivalist looked down at Lesai, who pulled away from where he'd hidden his face in Eliath's lap.

"The signature of the curses are the same," he said, his voice soft, the first time Halo had ever heard him speak at all, "Both Flandr and your friend were targeted by the same hexer."

"That...," Emery stopped and looked over at Zed, who had a pained look on his suddenly pale face, "What does that mean?"

"I can track Flandr through the connection of the curses," Lesai said, standing up, "If you'll let me."

Emery huffed a little and turned to Zed, "What do you think?"

Zed nodded, "S'okay. It'll help us find the hexer who took Sage."

"How can you find your landsknecht through similar curses?" Iliad asked, sitting up and looking back at Lesai, "Can hexers do that? Is that a normal skill they have? I've never heard of that."

Lesai stared down at his feet for a long time before speaking, his voice even gentler than before, "Hexers can," he assured, "normally not at such a distance of land and time."

"Then how do you expect to?" Arcan asked, and the hexer twisted his fingers in his sleeves, holding his hands against his chest and looking over at Eliath with an almost desperate look.

Eliath offered him the warmest smile, and Lesai bowed his head, "I have help," he explained, and before Halo could ask for a more specific explanation, the hexer turned to them, "I have the Lapis Galəksē."

"Lesai?" leaves crunched under boots that passed where the redhead was hiding, hands covering his mouth to stifle the giggles he couldn't seem to control, "Come on, you're too old for this silly game. Mom is calling us for dinner. Uncle came all the way from Etria to visit, and if both of us aren't there dad is going to be pissed."

Lesai pulled his hands from his mouth and stood up, inching around the tree he'd been sitting behind and lunging forward at the man standing in front of him, arms wrapping around his neck and legs around his waist. The man gasped a little and leaned forward before sighing.

"Really?"

"As if you want me to grow up," Lesai teased, nuzzling his face in his older brother's hair.

Aeden was two years older than Lesai, with red hair several shades darker than his younger brother's, and dark, rich purple eyes. He wore the black robes of a hexer, and thin golden chains were wrapped over his shoulders and around his waist. He'd been training under their parent's tutorage since he was very small, to follow in the footsteps of their ancestors as a sixth generation hexer of pure blood.

Their family lived in a rather small village located in the middle of a forest that was known for their ancient, towering trees and impossible to navigate pathways. It wasn't known as a popular stop-off point, explorers tended to steer clear of the forests because of how easy it was to get lost, and considering there was no Yggdrasil Labyrinth nearby, there really wasn't any prompt for wayward explorers to come visiting.

Lesai and Aeden's family, however, had lived there for generations. That little village may not have been popular with many travelers, but nearly every resident was a veteran of their born class. The village itself was home to many skilled explorers, most notably dark hunters and hexers, and all of them were third generation and beyond.

Aeden, being the eldest, was the first in line to learn the secrets of their family's hexer class, and was excited to do so. He was passionate about his training, and it made sense that he was excited their uncle would be coming. That man was a famous hexer from Etria, a teacher at the academy, and he was coming back to his hometown with the intention of taking Aeden back to the city with him, so the younger hexer could learn from the best.

Lesai didn't want him to go. In fact, Lesai didn't want anything to do with hexers, or the birthright his mother and father told him he was born to. He was always meant to start his training the same young age as his brother, he should have started years ago, but Aeden knew how against it his brother was, and had managed to keep their parents distracted up till this point, to protect Lesai from their parent's pride.

Truthfully, Lesai just wanted to live normally and enjoy the simple life, without the burden of power he's never been interested in. If Aeden wanted to train and study, then fine, but Lesai just wanted to be normal. Which was one of the many reasons he'd been hiding like a child in the trees around their house, so he wouldn't have to sit through dinner with his unnerving family members. He didn't like the dark clothes and he didn't like the suffocating aura, the feeling of death, not to mention the fact his uncle looked like a walking corpse. Lesai didn't know how long that man had been alive, but it was too long.

"Are you done being a child?" Aeden asked, and Lesai mumbled, hiding his face against his brother's shoulder.

"No. I don't want to eat dinner with uncle, he's scary."

"Ah, come on, he's not that bad," Aeden insisted, letting Lesai slip off his back so he was standing on his own, then turned towards his brother and set a hand on his head, ruffling his hair, "Let's go, it'll be fine. You can sit next to me and hide, how's that?"

Lesai considered it before smiling and grabbing part of Aeden's cloak, wrapping the ridiculously long cloth around his shoulders and leaning into his brother, giggling, "Okay. You'll protect me from him, right?"

"He's not that scary," Aeden argued, wrapping his arm around Lesai and shaking his head with an amused smile, "but yes, I promise I'll protect you from the scary shadow man," he turned Lesai towards their house and started walking, chuckling, "You know I'm going to be one of those shadowy people too."

"You're different," Lesai decided firmly, holding the cloak edges up over his face, "You won't change."

"I'll try not to."

Dinner was as uncomfortable for Lesai as he'd been expecting. His uncle, Varay, sat at the head of the table like an all-powerful king, with blood-red hair slicked back and skin white, his sunken eyes an unnerving pale blue color and his lips in a thin line. Those terrifying eyes moved to Lesai occasionally during the meal, and each time Lesai felt like his soul was being stared at, and started to tremble in his seat. Normally when that would happen Aeden would reach out to squeeze his knee in reassurance, distracting their uncle with questions about the academy.

"Your parents tell me that you've been studying quite well," Varay said, and Aeden smiled proudly.

"Yes, sir. I've been looking forward to training with you at the academy for years," he admitted, and Varay smiled.

At least it appeared he was trying to smile, but it looked like a painful grimace instead of a proud smile, and it made Lesai feel even more uncomfortable, "I'm pleased that you're excited. Are you ready for tonight?"

Lesai tensed up, looking at Aeden, "Tonight?"

"Yes, sir," Aeden grinned, and Lesai grabbed his sleeve, pulling on it.

"What's happening tonight?"

His uncle narrowed his eyes, "It doesn't concern you, child."

"But-."

"You'd do well to keep quiet," Varay stated, eyes closing, "You have no interest in our heritage as hexers, so you have no right to demand we answer questions you have concerning the hexer class."

"Uncle," Aeden's voice was tense, and he smiled at Lesai, "Tonight is my ritual into a full-fledged hexer. I need to be completely in tune with the class before entering the academy, otherwise there's no point. That's one reason uncle came, he'll be performing the ritual."

"What?" Lesai breathed, "Already? H-how is that going to even happen? What happens in the ritual? Will you be gone long?"

"Don't answer those questions, Aeden," their uncle chided, pushing his chair back and standing, "He doesn't need to know."

"Hey, don't worry," Aeden assured, his hand on Lesai's cheek, "I'll be back by tomorrow morning, I promise. The ritual is simple, and I've been preparing for it since I was eight. I'm ready for this, it's what I want. I already promised you I wouldn't change. You believe me, right?"

"Yes..."

"Then there's nothing to worry about," Aeden stood up, ruffling Lesai's hair again, "I'll be back."

"Promise?" Lesai asked, and Aeden rolled his eyes before leaning down and kissing his brother's forehead.

"I promise."

The night went by slowly, Lesai couldn't seem to fall asleep as he shuffled his way into the bedroom he shared with Aeden, a bedroom he'd have to himself soon, and crawled onto his brother's bed instead of his own. It was an attempt to keep himself calm, so he didn't feel as lonely, hugging the pillow at his head and yanking the covers over his shoulder as he stared out the window at the stars blinking in the night sky.

A few hours must have passed before he heard the door open and feet thudding against the floor of the kitchen just outside the door, before he heard his mother's gasp and his father's voice cursing. Lesai didn't get out of bed for a long time, simply laid there waiting for Aeden to enter the room, but when a few minutes past and the door still didn't open, he sat up and slipped out of bed, stepping over to the door and opening it a crack to peer out.

His uncle was back and the door was wide open, his mother was kneeling, but the table was in the way, so Lesai couldn't tell what she was doing as his father grabbed Varay and shook him, his hands fisted in the man's cloak.

"Bastard! You said everything would be fine!"

"There is no blame to be placed," Varay said with closed eyes, his hands settling on top of other man's, "You did well tutoring him, the fault is on him for not being strong enough."

"So what are we supposed to do?!" his mother asked, standing, hands clenched, "All this time Aeden has been the one who was training to take the power of the Lapis stone. What are we supposed to do now?!"

"M-mother?" Lesai pushed his door wider, and all three hexer's turned to look at him as he inched his way towards them, "What's going on? Where's-?"

He froze in his words and his steps as he got around the table, his breath hitching when he saw Aeden lying on the floor, his face white and his eyes open, but filled with clouds of death. Lesai fell forward onto his knees, struggling to breathe as he pulled himself closer and touched Aeden's cheek, covering his mouth with both hands when he felt how cold his brother was.

How did this happen?

"You killed him," he whispered, looking up at his uncle in horror, "Why? How could you?"

The hexer just stared down at him with an unfeeling, disturbing gaze, before his eyes slowly moved to Lesai's father, "How old is your youngest son?"

"What? He's... eighteen. Why?"

"He's never shown any interest in becoming a hexer?"

"No, why are you asking?"

Lesai's eyes widened as his mother snarled, "You want to kill both of my sons?! Find someone else to take the stone, someone who's trained for it!"

"We have no time," Varay said stiffly, and Lesai's mother stepped in front of him defensively.

"No! There's no way-!"

Varay lifted a hand, and black ropes seemed to appear out of thin air, wrapping around the female hexer in front of him, as well as Lesai's father, "The two of you are hexers, so I can't very well curse you to do as I say, but at the very least I can bind you together and keep you from getting in the way," he flicked his wrist and Lesai screamed a little as his parents were thrown across the room.

Another gasp caught in his throat as those same black vines wrapped around him, and he felt himself stand without wanting to, his feet centimeters off the floor and his uncle standing in front of him with his hand raised, "Wh-what are you doing? Let me down!"

"I apologize, child, but I can't do that," Varay said in a toneless voice, "Aeden was training and studying to take the Lapis into his body, in order to protect it, to keep it out of the hands of those who would use it for nefarious purposes, but he wasn't strong enough. His body failed him halfway through the ritual, and I need a hexer of his blood to hold the Lapis," his hand clenched into a fist, the vines tightening around Lesai's arms and legs, "You're my last resort."

With a simple snap of his fingers, Lesai's vision went dark, and when he started to wake up he found himself lying on a stone alter, and all around him were walls that were covered in thick green moss. He recognized it as the grotto near his village, there was a distant sound of running water, and Varay was leaning over him, the light glinting off the edge of a dagger.

"Uncle?" Lesai squeaked out, pulling at the binding around his wrists, holding his arms at his sides, "Please."

"Do you think I'm going to stab you, child?" Varay asked, and Lesai sobbed a little as the hexer reached out and pushed back his bangs, setting the tip of the dagger against his forehead, "Not yet, Lesai. I need you awake for this."

Lesai's eyes widened in horror as he felt something burn across his forehead, tearing a gasp from his throat that turned into a scream. White light blinded him before his uncle pulled the dagger back and pushed his hand against Lesai's forehead instead. The pain in his head became a hundred times worse, in a way it felt like a nail was being hammered into his skull, and his screaming heightened as Varay began to chant under his breath, lifting the silver dagger above his head and bringing it down.

An agonizing burn spread out from his chest, the taste of iron filled his mouth, and again Lesai's world went black. A strange ringing sound filled his ears, he could swear he could hear his heart beating, and his breathing was loud and ragged as he peeled open his heavy eyes, his brow furrowing in confusion when he moved his wrists to find they were no longer bound by Varay's black vines.

His movements were slow and lethargic as he sat up on the alter and slowly looked around, his eyes inevitably lowering to stare at the large red stain on the chest of his shirt. The heavy scent of iron revealed that the substance was blood, but he felt no pain, and when he pulled at the tear in his shirt, he was stunned to find there was no wound. How was that possible? He could have sworn Varay... stabbed him.

His head was pounding, and he dizzily slipped his legs over the edge of the alter, pausing when his eyes dropped to the ground and his eyes widening when he noticed his uncle, a short gasp catching in his throat. Varay's normally pale face was even whiter now, it looked ashen and yellowed, and his eyes were wide and milky, his mouth was gaped open, as if he'd died watching something terrifying.

Lesai was scared to see him like that, but the fear felt... subdued in a way, as if he was incapable of reacting any bigger than he had with that short gasp. Well, considering what this man had just done, maybe he didn't deserve any reaction at all, and Lesai let that thought take over as he pushed himself off the alter and onto the ground.

The instant his bare feet touched the ground, the moss died, before growing fuller and greener than it had been before. Each step he took, the ground died, and when he stepped forward that dead area burst with grass, moss, and clovers, as if his touch was poison, yet at the same time created life. He was... oh so confused. He didn't understand what had happened, he just wanted to go home, he wanted to see his parents, so he just walked, swaying on his feet and tripping over himself, knees hitting the ground and hands splashing into the cool water of the grotto's swiftly flowing creek.

The water seemed to burn him, but he was too distracted with his reflection to care, his eyes widening as his gaze locked on his forehead, his breath hitching as he lifted a hand to touch the gem that was embedded into his skin. Somehow, even though nothing else made sense, he knew what it was. This was the Lapis Galəksē gem his mother had mentioned, the one Varay had mentioned.

It was... in his skin now. Stuck there.

Lesai took a shuddering breath as he leaned back to sit on his heels, head falling back as he stared up at the night sky, tears slipping silently down his cheeks as the gravity of the situation settled onto his shoulders, his eyes drooping as he sobbed quietly. His own uncle did this to him, forced him to be the one thing he never wanted to be, and... there was nothing he could do about it...

"Hexers are made by dying, or by being killed," Eliath was saying, his elbows propped on his knees and his hands folded, head down, "but curses don't work on other hexers, so Varay cut into his skin and cursed the Lapis Galəksē into Lesai's forehead before making him a hexer. It can't be removed, and neither can the curse, especially now after so much time has passed.

"After Varay cursed the gem to bond with Lesai, he made him into a hexer, but the power of the Lapis exploded from the stress of being bonded. Varay was killed in the wave of energy, half the village was annihilated, and the buildings were destroyed. Everyone that survived left the village, and to protect himself and everyone else, Lesai just wandered around, until I met him."

He looked up at Lesai, who was standing holding his bangs away from his face to reveal the Lapis stone, embedded in his skin with scattered scars webbing out from it, likely caused when Varay had cursed him. Eliath did think it was a beautiful gem, as if the night sky itself had been infused into a stone, black with swirls of dark pink, purple, and green, filled with star-like speckles that glimmered like diamonds.

Lesai pulled his bangs back into place and turned before sitting himself at Eliath's feet yet again, lying his head in the survivalist's lap and hiding against him as the unnervingly quiet room finally began to fill with voices. Though while Lesai was expecting anger, irritation, disbelief, he was stunned at the words that actually hit his ears.

"I'm sorry, Lesai," Sage was the one to whisper first, "Going through something like that, being forced, turned into a hexer... losing so much in one night... I can't even imagine..."

"This isn't your fault," Naylin said seriously, "Don't blame yourself. Whatever that stone is, it's powerful, so we just have to protect you, and that's all there is to it. If you can put your trust in us, then believe us when we say we won't let you down."

Lesai clung to Eliath and nodded his head, and the survivalist smiled, petting back his hair before giving Naylin and guild Halo a firm look of determination, "Thank you, all of you, for not overreacting or anything like it. I appreciate it."

"We're freaking out on the inside," Vien offered, and Eliath smiled.

"You've done so much for Historia already, and I'm sorry I'm asking this, but... I'd like one more favor of you and Halo," he said this while looking directly at Dyria, who gave a short nod in a sign for Eliath to continue, "Help us find Flandr, help us save him, and help us kick that bastard's ass."

"Oh, sweetheart," Emery chuckled and pushed his glasses higher onto his face, grinning, "You don't even have to ask."

#EO #Etrian Odyssey #fanfiction #now it's an axel cameo!#and hamza cameo #chi-hung cameo #these three characters are not mine #they belong to rose and the Guardians guild #Naylin is a fanboy okay #Lesai is so precious #how many tragic pasts can I come up with?

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