Hands dirtied, his eyes heavy, brought to the ground, one puffs from his reality crumbled down into a state of darkness, as all around him, are the sounds of screams and chaos, the smell of fire consuming what he can only describe as the dead that prickles his nose. And on this night, it snows, as flakes rain down gently to the earth, but chaotic goes the night sky above as the screams reach its plane, washed by the colour of flames that paints it red. The boy froze by this darkness, his body heavy to a weakness he cannot set loose hold from, he refuses to accept this reality he has walked into, hearing another cough as they near to his side.

"M-Magnus! Listen to me, boy," The man coughs once more, gushes blood from his mouth as grabs the boy's arm. "Wake up! The monsters have overrun this place. I need you to run far away. Magnus!!"

"Huh??" The boy snaps, coming back to his reality, to the man lying beside him, meeting eyes red from tears, lost for breath, looking below to see that a chunk of this man's belly has been chewed out. "Dad! You need to go to the hospital!"

"Magnus!!" The man grips the boy more fiercely. "It's too late. This is my end. But please, I need you to run. No one here is left for you...I saw your mother eaten alive. And your sister..."

"W-What...?" The boy comes to a realization, tears welling up in his eyes, turning to one of these burnt corpses trapped beneath the destruction of their home, looking at the distorted face burn and crush with eyes looking back at him, grabbing hold of his head at the madness that takes him, looking at his dead sister. "No!!! Erlene!!! Arrggghhhh!!!

"Magnus! Magnus!! R-Run. I beg of you. Don't let them have you too...my boy, please live on," His father tears up once more, his hand on his son's cheek, not wanting to cry out loudly as he fears the monsters will hear, the sole of his palm leaving Magnus as the boy gets up on shaken knees, looking at his helpless father he wishes he could save, but pushed is he away by his father who sobs as he begins crawling to his daughter's body, Magnus turning away in a silent prayer to the gods in asking what they did to deserve this all.

But to an end that prayer falls, as within the chaos he gleams, beholding to him a festival for monsters who feast on his fellow villagers; ones who bear fangs, laughing as they treat these lives as simple livestock, accompanied by those who also have their own fun, goblins joining these fang bearers taking women as their toys, grouped around their victims who's pride are disgraced, some lost in their own minds, not even feeling what's happening to their bodies, as these monster each take turns in pleasuring themselves, each with their own twisted desires, children fallen victims of this chaos as well, their blood run dry from these fang bearers who break them open like fragile cases holding the essence they desire as they consume their blood, some of them crying, begging for mercy as they scratch their hands out to these monsters bashing their heads with clubs as well, the various beasts fed leftovers to share with their demonic friends.

The boy's whole world, shattered in one night, this entire village was like his big family, knowing all the faces and names on every corner piled on these streets, reminiscent on his moments with each of them, seeing as now they've been reduced to nothing but cattles to these predators, his spine chilled constrains his feet in wanting to run, as these monsters, these eyes of theirs meet his cowering own, their fangs sharpen by a wide smile that grows on their faces in seeing the helpless boy all alone, goosebumps forming all over his skin as stiff becomes his neck, feeling the fingers of one these monster running down his skin with sharp claws.

"How adorable you are, little pig," The vampire giggles, her face planted in his hair, inhaling the scent of his sweat, a smell that gets her blushing, Magnus recognizing her voice, a slewed of disappointment clutching at his soul as he hears her laughing. "What are you doing all by yourself while the rest of your friends are having fun with us?"

"H-How...How could you do this? W-We let you into our homes and cared for you?" Magnus reminds her, a single tear coming down his face, remembering the day she first came to the village, fist clenching as he curses her in his thoughts, hearing as an item on her hand rings, recognizing its sound. "M-My...sister made that for you. So how could you do this...?? Aliyah!!"

"Hmm? Ah, I forgot this was here," She smirks, Magnus' heart sinking to lower depths, as in his ears are the ringing of the beads bounced to the ground, ripped off the hand of the one whose heart beats coldly, her body eased off his, the boy turned around to her evil smile, seeing hands against her blushed face as surrounding them are her kind and their monstrous pets.

"O little piggy, I wonder what's running through that little brain of yours, trapped like the weakling you are, my prey. What is it do you want the most? Ah, do you hate me? Do you wish to avenge your little village of fools? Well, have at me," She allows him, her friends laughing at all sides at the boy who just stands still. "Come on!!!"

"Ahh!!" He jumps back, startled at her roar with hands curled to his chest, Aliyah and her friends laughing at his display of cowardliness.

"Look at him and laugh! That's right! Look at this fool! Your scent of malice towards me, you wish to cut me down, yet look at you, pissing your pants with fear. You can't even think to accept your fear and join your dead family either, and what, you wish to kill me?? What sense are those emotions of yours if you know you can't even do anything about it? Answer me!!!"

"A-Ah..." Magnus utters, as like a bobblehead toy his head jerks.

"Ah? By the gods, this boy has lost his tongue? Have you gone retarded? Hello?? Tch.." Aliyah sounds, her fangs shining as she bears them in a grin, as atop his head her hand sets, she grabs hold of his hair, Magnus feeling as half his face is moistened, and it is if he began hearing the souls of his loved ones from deep within her by the flow of her tongue running on his face, their souls ringing in his head as he smells the raw scent of flesh and blood in her breath. "Hah! You know what, I am going to give you an opportunity. Run, little piggy, run, as when I'm finished counting, I'm gonna come and get you all for myself. I am going to start by ripping your legs off for you to run no more, then to my feast. What should I start with first? A bite in your neck or ripping your heart out? Maybe I'll play with you a little first, your cock must be of some use to me...Run, little piggy, run, as when I've caught you, I am going make sure you are alive to experience everything!"

Her laughter pulsing in his head, She gently braces him away, the feet of the boy pulling back, looking as she gestures to him as she rhythms like a clock, Magnus looking up to all the glowing eyes like predators who are counting on his him to make it fun, as slowly he picks up pace, hearing the monster growling and howling as he goes by, going into a full sprint as he makes it out the entrance of the village, Aliyah humming with swaying her finger in the air, and with a snap, goes these pets of hers in a chase.

The wind braced against his sweaty skin, he fights to keep his balance from the fear that tries to drop him, trip him to the ground, as bellowed in his ears are the monsters behind him, Magnus's neck stiffened by instincts that lock his eyes at front, everything passing his eyes in a flash as he runs, the ground beneath his feet feeling like it's been swiped away, as clutched on his shoulder is a monstrous bat he looks up to, screaming for his life as he turns and fights, yanking the creature's leg into a tree they crash into, the boy set free but with scratches from the monster and bruises as the falls, still looking ahead for desperate escape. And down a slope he tumbles, his feet feeling like their melting, covered in specks of dirt, snow and grass, screaming in pain, as on his legs are laid the fangs of another monster who's caught up to him, growling in wanting to tear him apart, the boy using his other leg in kicking the monster, only angering as in his shoulder its fangs reaches next, its large body of thick fur overshadowing his, set free of not his strength, but a creature of the forest that comes to his rescue, a moose charging with its great ankles deep in the monster's side with a roar, the boy looking up to see more abnormalities nearby, not believing his eyes, as all around him are the advances of the animals of the land; bats, wolves, bears and birds that also fight at his side. To be the work of the gods, he comprehends as he gets up, but heavy by his wounds, still he continues to run, halting once more as in the distance he sees flashlights and lanterns lighting up the woods, snow falling on his head and shoulders, these lights nearby for Magnus to see people with weapons and on horses, a sigh of relief, as now help has arrived, looking up to a face he as seen on Television, to the man known as Fredrik Solberg.

"Lad!! Where are the rest of the villagers??" He asks Magnus.

"The monsters, vampires...they...they..." Magnus stops, the warriors saddened just by the tone of his voice, feeling sorry at looking at his wounded state.

"Get to safety," Fredrik pulls out his sword, signalling to his companions. "Onward!!"

The warriors follow him to the village, the wind blowing at Magnus' back as he watches them go forward, streams of arrows and magic already going off as they've encountered the monsters who have attacked him. But short lived seemed that relief he encountered, as perplexed he becomes, as slowly he starts to realize the sound of something like a drum beating in his ears, a rhythm so strong that it rocks his body, one that seems to shake the world around his as well, even hugging at his soul, a presence he recognizes as his own heartbeat, the world around him transforming into a sort of rift not of his own, a mixture of what seems to be of this plane and another, slowly turning to what he senses at his back, to the insanity he confronts, screaming on top of his voice, to the chaos that seeps into his soul, fusing itself within him, he feels, seeing as a pure darkness forms to him a silhouette of a woman standing before him with an overwhelming aura, an atmosphere of true darkness that his mind cannot even comprehend, a fear much worse than what he had experience at the village, dropped to his knees as she stretches her hand towards him.

"Pitiful," The silhouette hollows to him, looking into her eyes of nothingness, that of the abyss, animals wildly running around them with crows and bats swirling around her, flashed to another reality he wakes with his body shaking, his heart pounding, body sweaty like before, viewing a fan above him slowly turning, lifting himself while holding his head, understanding it was only a nightmare, but of the past, still hearing his own scream, comprehending he was also visited by the goddess of darkness himself, his scars marked all over his torso glistering from his cold sweat, rubbing the back of his neck from those droplets that drips down his spine.

"Tch!" He sounds, as down the drain of his mind he drowns those thoughts, turning his back on those memories, turning to the new day that shines rays of light on his face through his window, the world alive, yet greyed to him, getting out of bed and into the cold shower that he meditates in, his hair patted down on his face, washing off the sweat from his body, and the exhaust of his dream.

Towel at his waist, he steps back into his room, to a long chest where he kneels to, his hand swayed over it, clicking it open, a sound hollowed within its wake, placing his battle-worn hands on his gear burrowed within, sighing at his helm of black hollowed eyes, placing it atop his furniture, as firstly he gets into the other parts of his gear, lastly putting that helmet on, his breath hollowed through its openings as now he has fully completed the transformation into the Jacqawin, going out to the world, with one goal in mind, to hunt. And in his journey, is his head kept straight as he makes his way, looking through his helm at the citizens like a wave in the sea that separates as he passes by, most having to look up at his tall figure, their whispering echoed through his helm, their words of fearful respect and pondering awe of he who holds the title, the Jacqawin reaching where he needs to be, to the adventurer guild, opening the door to many adventurers who view posts put up in need to be done, prepping for their missions and other things, many turning their attention to his entrance, gone silent as he walks in.

"Oh shit...dude, look. It's the Jacqawin," One adventurer taps his friend, pointing at the warrior who walks up to the receptionist. "So cool, man. Hey, there's a saying going around no one has ever seen him without his armour"

"You mean, he never takes it off??" The friend questions.

"Probably, or rarely"

"Well...it is a pretty cool armour"

"Hell yeah, it is!" The young adventurer silently agrees. "That armour was actually crafted by the legendary dwarven blacksmith, Orgaxy Maxum"

"What the hell?? Now that's even cooler," His friend says, his first time hearing about this.

"That's what I've been saying," The adventurer hits his friend's shoulder, clasping his hand. "This was one of his last creations; truly a spectacle. Equipped with Noise suppression, advanced durability, resistance to many magical attacks, fall resistance, built with the ore called Harlex which gives it that dark purple shading, making it an actual stealth suit; the more lit the armour, the darker it becomes. Best of all, it's all lighter than it should be, thanks to the other ore that was mixed into it. And that cape, strong enough to bounce rounds from a damn sniper like a trampoline. And of course! I'm not gonna forget his primary weapon, that black greatsword on his back, said to be created from a single resource of a legendary ore similar to the one that made King Harald's Stormbringer. Rest in peace, Old man Maxum. You were truly one of a kind"

"Yeah, Jacqawin!" Another gets up, lifting his cup, joined by others who cheer at his appearance as well.

"Hm," The Jacqawin simply sounds, sitting by the bar area as he looks through some bounties of monsters giving trouble lately, a stomp by his arm as he's received a kind gesture by a fellow adventurer who has bought him a drink, the man patting his shoulder with leaving the warrior back to his business.

"Jacqawin!" Another seats themself beside him, the Jacqawin turning to a woman about the same size as he is, long curly black hair, a scar on her cheek with many down her arm, her skin muscular, dark green like a goblin's, placing her head on her hand as she views his armour. "What's the motive of today?"

"I'm looking for beasts to slay?" The Jacqawin answers, the orc laughing at his stiff tone.

"Hunting as always, I see. You know, with all those high-level beasts and monsters you're facing. I am surprised a big brand hasn't sponsored you yet. After all, you are one of our top adventurers. I'm just hoping you haven't been giving them a hard time working with you or something..." She worries for him, the Jacqawin turning his attention to her, the lady able to tell that under that helm, the man is forming a perplexed expression. "I guess that is how it actually is, huh?"

"I don't understand what you're saying," The Jacqawin tells her.

"A-Anyways! What monsters are we looking at here?" She asks, taking some of the papers to review for herself.

"We?"

"Hmmm, huh?" The orc goes, looking at the details of the hunt of an 7 feet tall monster, with a wingspan of 9 meters, its colour theme of dark vibes, skin dead and naked. "Well, this would be a good start! Heh! A giant bat monster!"

"A screecher. A scout reported one's been seen by citizens roaming under the cover of night and in a mist around here," Jacqawin tells her, his finger at a point on the map he pulls out. "Near these villages"

"I see. What are you thinking about? Might there be a cause?" She asks, swiping away the beer that was given to him, tasting its rich, poppy flavour, confounded to the Jacqawin not even blinking an eye of his cup being taken.

"I'm not sure. But they are known to hide in really cold and dark places, especially when there's a mist about," He explains.

"Hmm, I wonder, have they made a home nearby?"

"Probably. And that would be no good for the villagers, if that's the case," The Jacqawin sighs, getting up from his seat.

"Huh? Leaving already??"

"Yeah. This shouldn't be put on hold for any longer," He simply tells her, walking off, exiting through the guild's door, feeling as a force braces against his back as the sunlight hits armour, his friend's green muscular arm going around his shoulder with a grin on her face.

"My gift to you, Jacqawin," She takes his hand, putting into it a small pouch filled with grainy texture within. "Teppigora grains. Helps keep your scent hidden. These beasts are blind, so they rely strongly on their sense of smell. So this here will definitely help you out"

"I know. I already have a good amount of this already. Are you sure you want to waste it on me?" He questions, the orc lady hands at her hips as she laughs.

"You are never one to like gifts. This will not be a waste, no. It is my gift, as I've told you, as a friend of yours," She gives him a nod, the Jacqawin slowly placing it along with his other storage, accepting her gift. "Good luck out there, my friend! Happy hunting, and may the gods be of your aid, and the goddess of darkness herself to protect you”

"Hm...I'll be off now. Thank you, Fleura," The Jacqawin lifts his hand, his cape flowing through the breeze, a moment that shows a great warrior standing before her, knowing he will not even need the urgent protection of the gods, as on his journey he steps bravely and fixed on the task.

Across the land he gallops on his horse, reaching to the fog that seeps between the trees of the forest and above, the warrior sensing the change in the atmosphere, as the air turns colder, as does his vision dampens, slowing down his horse to a halt, looking up at the eerie scene of birds flocking from out of the mist, dropping his feet to the moist ground, continuing into the forest on foot. In there he stops by one of the trees he ties his horse to, patting its head, nodding to it as if he's telling his companion he'll be right back, getting from his horse neighing like it's complying with his gesture. Rustling through the grass in this quiet fog, the Jacqawin takes his steps lightly, his senses sharp and movements of a veteran hunter, composed and cautious, analyzing everything, taking his time as he traverses the land, confident in the nullification of noise his armour has. Time seemingly feeling like it has been frozen in this cold mist around him, no signs of movement about, the mist seeping in and past his armour, only now he hears distant rhythms of animals echoing through the air, as for a long while he has been roaming around. But finally he finds his first clue, on the bark of a tree, its width and length he examines, finding claw marks scratched into it, quickly halting into a crouch, as before him he sees a silhouette crossing by, the creature on all fours as it sniffs out the field, its head lifted as it glances around, the Jacqawin lowering his alert, slowly returning to his stance as it is only a little fox he sees.

suddenly he gets back down to the sound of that fox crying out in agony, as in its neck rest sharp teeth that caught hold of its prey, the predator raging through its catch as it tears at its flesh, the Jacqawin going prone as the monster lifts its head, its large wings sprouted out as it sniffs around, the Jacqawin setting a bad of teppigora by his side that begins seeping out like smoke, as the beast takes it time coming his way, the Jacqawin holding his breath, laying his head to the floor as it begins screening the area. Its blind white eyes into the distance, its ears and nostrils remain focused on what's close, the beast bringing its head down, seemingly bringing its hairless skin closer and closer, coming to a halt as by another it goes after, pouncing into the air at the sound of an animal in the distance, disappearing into the mist. With its presence gone, still the Jacqawin keeps his head low, as in the earth he feels vibrations of many moving about, the Jacqawin lifting himself, onto following the direction of the sounds he hears. There he goes, another view he catches, a horde of screechers huddled by a dead bear they've caught, feasting on its flesh savagely, each taking a part of its body for itself, with some not satisfied as they begin fighting each other.

"Hmm, I see," The Jacqawin sounds, as by their feast, is a cave upfront the monster also huddle together at, their formation set like guards around it. "Strange"

The Jacqawin observing their stance around the cave, he sees their behaviour as odd, but quickly he finds out the cause, seeing another silhouette through the mist, of a cloaked figure that makes a step into the cave, the monster just letting the figure past by without a hassle, the Jacqawin now understanding that this may be more serious than he had thought, the Jacqawin waiting a while, sneaking his way closer. And from his inventory, he takes out a ball, lifting his hand as he aims to a direction, the attention of the monsters grabbed by it hitting the ground, next their nostrils heightened as raised into the air are fumes from out the ball, the beasts quickly going by it that smells of animals they would love to feast on, as the Jacqawin takes his time slipping through them, walking into the cave without a bother. The mist at his feet, he passes by flaming blue lanterns that light up his path, to his ear next being tickled by a rushing sound, picking it up as a waterfall deep within the cave, coming to a wider area he observes. Books, dressers, a bed, and clothes of adults and children all scattered about is all he sees, surrounded by water by the fall and a low level of mist, looking around some more, but seeing no sight of the silhouette from before. Nevertheless, he makes his way near, dropping down into the water, crossing with caution, getting to the area while looking around once more. Opening these books, these drawers and inspecting the dirty clothes, he challenges to find another clue, feeling well on guard as he believes this is the behaviour of something he read from folklore a long time ago. And onto the bed his hands set, he throws off the pile of clothes, and there he finds his next clue, taking up an item that triggers his curiosity, a pendant of a woman surrounded by various monsters, a symbol he knows too well, the Jacqawin knowing it as the symbol of the Goddess of that uses him as a host.

But by the rocks of the caves his attention returns, as he senses watchful eyes, glancing around with putting the pendant within his storage, looking down to an odd occurrence as waves begin forming in the lake, taking their time to wash ashore, grabbing his attention as he takes a closer look, his armour splashed up as put comes something from the depths that grapples him to the ground with razor-sharp teeth and crazed eyes, long black hair dripping with droplets of water, clawing at his armour with screeching, the Jacqawin set free as he throws it off, getting a good look of the creature's pale and horrific face, watching as then dissipates into a body fluid that seeps back into the water, knowing this woman to actually be something of that folklore read of a creature disguised as a person, luring its victims near bodies of water, the warrior quickly getting up as he holds onto the hilt of his sword, scanning around him, hearing as the water is splashed up once more. The Jacqawin quickly dodges as appears the woman who attempted to launch at his back from behind, the creature vision flashed as the Jacqawin uses his black cape to stun her, pulling his sword with a swift swing at her, the woman quickly dodging his strike, behold to her an image of his aura as darkness like the mist around them seeping from his armour, enough to have her back up as that darkness nears her uncovered feet of toenails like an ungroomed animal's own.

"Jacqawin!" She crackles, strafing to circle him, taking her time. "You've come to kill me?"

"Who are you? Where did you come from?" The Jacqawin challenges, too strafing as not to have her circle him, pulling out the pendant he took. "And explain this, and where you got these clothes"

"Your little mind would not comprehend my goals, so why bother telling you anything?" She challenges. "You've entered my home, and fiddled with my possessions. And you dare sully the great Goddess' name with your very filthy being"

"You...you are apart of this whole mess? The kidnaps, the attacks...those sisters are of your kin, aren't they?" He says, lifting the pendant higher, the woman hissing as he does it, rushing against him, dissipating into fluids, shifting her pace and attacking him from the side, the Jacqawin feeling as she had rushed against him, understanding she's quick, his feet launch, predicting her next move, a kick into her stomach that gets her gasping, her shoulder grabbed as she's then rocked by a combo of punches, dissipating into fluid once more, but back into to her normal form and not to the lake, breathing heavily into screaming into the cave, echoes bounce through its hollowed self, the Jacqawin knowing what she has done, as minutes after, the beasts he passed on his way make their entrance into the domain. and off goes one of their heads, one beast turning to sound of the Jacqawin quickly running up to their level in swiftly passing his sword at its neck, the others whooshing into the air, each taking a dive at the warrior that dodges their attempts, the Jacqawin quickly rolling with throwing knives that stick their landing into the face of one of these screechers who come crashing down, the beast's head cracked open as it hits into one the rocks it collides with, another sliced in half after it tackled him into a backward roll, the third grabbed by the head and smashed into a rock over and over, the last of them feeling as a heavy impact lands on its back, with a sword through its chest, crashing near the possession of the woman, it's head split open by the Jacqawin where they land, its blood splash at his feet. A breather the Jacqawin takes, not seeing a sign of the woman as he glances around, pondering on whether or not she had escaped, but still he keeps his guard up, on his feet with his sword, his composure returned to its fullest.

Yet rocked it is, feeling at his foot a force that trips him to the ground, the Jacqawin kicking at the whip of water, only for it to catch his other leg, a strength that reels him suddenly into the water and below where he fights for his survival, kicking and swinging his arms around as he holds his breath, quickly feeling like he's near his end, feeling the grasp of the woman on his back as they go down, his neck tightening to the pressure of his want to survive, his licking and swinging going weak. But saved is he by his quick thinking, as out is another bomb that explodes that he hits the woman with, the blast separating them, water splashed up as he quickly makes his escape back to land, quickly getting up with equipping his sword. However no longer he sees the urgency to fight, as crawling out of her playing ground, is the woman groaning in pain, the side of her scalp burnt off along with half of her face and arm.

"I-I'm going to kill you, Jacqawin. And we are going to take our rule over this nation of yours. We are visionaries of the future, killing me will not stop what is coming. Her excellence will bring ruin to you all. Your end is at hand! Do you hear me!!?" The woman breathes heavily, the Jacqawin looking at her pitiful state, and by one of the blue fires he goes, picking up a stick along with one of the clothes, crafting a torch he sets by the blue flames, lighting it afire and back to the woman he kicks on her back, hearing her breathing grow heavier, her screams following after as he pushes the flames at her chest, watching her squirm as she suffers, his memories of the past haunting him once more, bringing out a deeper hatred, a demon within him that even the woman sees, as wrapped on him are black eyes that gaze into her soul with a force of judgement within them, the man quickly halting as in those memories are his family calling his name, throwing the stick away, the woman hands clenched with her feet stopped, abruptly kicked across the face, her consciousness dimmed.

The Jacqawin breathes, controlling his rage and intent to kill this monster, looking down at her then onto the possessions, grabbing her damped blouse, lifting her up with putting her weight over his shoulders, leaving the cave behind. And out to the outside world he reaches, looking to see that the mist is slowly clearing away, understanding that she must have cast this fog in the first place, getting by his horse with her set at the back.

***

Through the door and onto the floor of the adventurer's guild her body makes contact, with the Jacqawin's feet atop her head, everybody stopping what they're doing and turning their attention to him, Fleura whistling as she grins, knowing he would have no trouble coming back.

"A Nøkken; the cause of the mist and the screechers. She was hiding in a cave nearby, with all types of junk. You should go check it out," The Jacqawin says, talking to a group of soldiers huddled at a table that gets up at his words, the Jacqawin stopping them as he gives the pendant he found as well, the lady picked up by them and carried out, the Jacqawin lifting his head as he then receives claps from everyone, some going near him with asking a bunch of questions, including the two lads who were inspecting his armour.

"The way you came in, that was awesome!" The young adventurer says, his friend's head pressed upon by another who comes near.

"Well, Jacqawin, as expected," Fleura grins. "Now that you've returned. How about you spend a little of that reward on some drinks. I'm a little thirsty"

"You're thirsty, alright..." The friend sounds. "But it's a good thing you intervened though. A Nøkken, holy cow. I thought those only existed in fairytales. Only you can take on these weird mysteries, Jacqawin. Imagine, who knows what she may have done if she stayed around too long"

"I mean, I guess it wouldn't be a problem. Someone else would have gotten rid of her," The first boy blushes. "N-No offence, Mr.Jacqawin"

"What the hell are you even talking about??"

"Didn't you hear? That forest he went to is near one of the villages called Borg, yeah. You remembered hearing when that chimaera almost made its way there but was stopped by a woman that lived among them"

"Really? How so?" Fleura questions.

"That's it. She didn't even do anything. It saw her and ran off, that's how the soldier at the battle witnessed it. I hear she's beautiful; her hair of silver, eyes red like rubies, and skin milky white, with her mouth always covered for some reason. She just moved in a couple of months ago, I hear. Man, if I could get to know her"

"Yeah, let's stay in our lane, buddy," His friend chuckles.

"Hey, speak for yourself!" The young adventurer says, his friend laughing at his blushed face.

"...Is she still there?" The Jacqawin asks, his hollowed eyes planted at the boys, the Jacqawin reminiscing on his words, a splitting image coming to his mind, his body turned as out the door he sets to walk out.

"Yeah? Why...?"

"Hey! Where the hell do you think you're going? You are going to buy me a drink, remember? Hey!" Fleura calls him, the Jacqawin ignoring as he exits. "By the gods, what has gotten into him?"

On his horse, the Jacqawin sets back onto the road, the voices of the dead growing louder in his head, on his journey to Borg, wanting to meet this woman and see her for himself.