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Sunsets were never this foreboding.

In any other situation, the sight of the sun falling silently over the water would fill one with an emotion unique to their own interpretation— perhaps serenity as the gentle silence of night swept over the city, or sadness as another day reached its inevitable close. Generally, the sunset was something that the city of Carmitis would drabble about in ancient writings and odes alike: a time when lovers would confess their feelings to one another, a moment of sentimentality at the end of a long journey.

However, never in [Name]’s life had they seen a sunset so bloody.

The same sun that was usually so gentle and radiant on their skin had suddenly become blazing, its odd crescent shape casting an ominous red glow onto the pianist’s decimated surroundings. An abnormally intense heat flooded their senses, making it hard to breathe in the air, which smelled eerily like smoke and metal. 

Run, escape, do something. Don’t die here. You can’t die here.

Those were the thoughts that took priority above all else in [Name]’s mind as they navigated the burning ruins. The market that was usually so full of life was almost completely empty, save for the corpses and crumbling buildings scattered around the square. [Name] couldn’t even take the time to register the peoples’ faces, the potential fates of their families, or what they could’ve been doing at this time of day— they just gave in to their overwhelming urge to run.

Regardless of how many times they stumbled over rocks, struggled to catch their breath, and nearly had their legs give out beneath them, they continued. Raising their gaze to the distant dawn device shouldered by the Worldbearing Titan, [Name] noticed the warm liquid running down their face— whether it was sweat, blood, or tears, they couldn’t tell. 

Despite the confusion flooding their mind and the destruction encompassing them, staring at that faint distant promise of another dawn was enough to keep them moving forward, wiping their cheeks and glancing down at a mix of tears and golden ichor.

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In the eleventh month of year 4929 of the Light Calendar, [Name] departed their home of Carmitis, without bidding as much as a rushed farewell to the calm shores they had come to know. 

Now, temporarily traveling with a group of nomads in search of a sanctuary away from the imminent black tide, [Name] set their sights on the holy city of Okhema. Had it been their decision, they would’ve immediately departed for their location, but the group they happened to encounter was… less than enthusiastic about what the city stood for. Something related to the current leader of the so-called Flame Chase journey being a ‘witch’, whatever they meant by that.  So, at least until [Name] knew they could sustain themselves, they decided to stick with this group for now. It was a relatively small one— seven other adults and three children— so it wasn’t terrible.

Carefully etching their surroundings onto a piece of parchment with their plume, [Name] took note of the ruins of a temple in the distance. Shouldered above it, appearing just the same as that night only a month ago, was Kephale’s dawn device, its radiance somehow breaking through the fog and quietly making itself known. However, it wasn’t quite as warm as the crackling fire just to [Name]’s left, its embers floating up and burning out just as quickly. As the oldest of the group, Cyrillus, placed another piece of wood into the blaze, [Name] was thrown out of the trance-like state that they hadn’t even noticed themselves. This warranted a small laugh from the younger woman next to them.

“Thinking again, [Name]? You’ve been staring off for a while. You haven’t moved your pen in 3 minutes.”

“You notice something as minimal as that, Pelagia?” They questioned, going back to doodling the various dead trees and hills before them.

“Not really, I was pointing out that you clearly had something on your mind.”

“Ah.” [Name] paused, trying to formulate the next words they’d use. “... I guess I’ve been thinking about home. It’s already the Month of Gate.”

“How have you been keeping track of the days? Aquila closed their eyes on this part of Amphoreus.” 

“I’ve been keeping tally. Every time Cyrillus wakes us up to keep moving, I put a quick stroke in my journal.” Turning their face back towards the crackling fire, they tried to avoid looking back at the distant Worldbearing Titan. “I’d be surprised if it was exact.”

“Oh, smart!” Pelagia smiled. “I wish I had a journal with me, too. Before you showed up, everyone else had gotten sick of listening to me talk, so having somewhere else to keep my thoughts would be great.”

[Name] couldn’t help the small smirk on their face from appearing. “Who knows,” They mused. “Maybe that mystery person who keeps bringing us food will pick one up for you sometime.”

Despite the slight sarcasm in their voice, Pelagia seemed to buy it. For the past three weeks or so, fresh fruit had been appearing in the bags of various nomads in their little group; mostly those of the parents. In Pelagia’s words, this person was a ‘blessing from the Titan Phagousa’, so bringing something as minor as a sheet of parchment would be enough for the young woman.

“Do you really think so?”

“We’ll see. It’s good to be hopeful.”

Pumping her fist in a melodramatic fashion, Pelagia mumbled a ‘yes’ under her breath. [Name] laughed a little in response, going back to their doodling— until small, quick footsteps approached from behind, and a tiny figure approached his mother. When her child gestured for her to lean down and whispered something in her ear, the color quickly drained from her face.

“Stay close to me, Leon. Cyrillus?” The mother stood from her seat on a log, and the older man tending to the fire stopped.

“Yes?”

“Leon is saying that Nikador’s Titankin are nearby. Put out the fire, so we're not spotted.” 

The peace of the moment was immediately disrupted, and [Name] hastily rose from their spot on the ground. Turning to help Pelagia up, a whistling sound rushed past their ear, and ichor began dripping from the conch.

“E-Everyone, run!! Don't bother grabbing your items!”

And just like that, akin to ants scurrying away from their colony in the event of a flood, the group all began running in opposite directions. Suddenly, the temple [Name] had spotted a moment ago seemed like a sanctuary— ironic, given its perfect position nestled under the dawn device from their previous location.

Sprinting as fast as their legs could manage and covering their wounded ear, they made a break for the ruins, just barely outrunning the Titankin following suit. 

Faster, their mind repeated. Go faster. 

Ignoring the burning already surfacing in the back of their throat, and cursing their lungs for not carrying enough oxygen, [Name] soon found themselves just a few meters away from the temple— a rather imposing sight in any other circumstance. Tripping over a ruined cobblestone path and barely retaining their balance, a curse escaped their mouth as a burning pain engulfed their ankle.

Stumbling up the stairs, [Name] ran towards the door, banging on the large stone mural engraved onto the surface.

It wouldn't budge.

“Damn it,” They spat. They didn't dare turn around; seeing the Titankin they could hear rapidly approaching would only make things even more tense. Wheezing now that the adrenaline was wearing off, they slammed against the door one last time, slumping onto the floor in exhaustion when it still stood firm. 

Squeezing their eyes shut— both trying to cope with the pain in their ankle and brace themselves for another attack— [Name] held their journal to their stomach. Just as a blade loomed overhead, they were thrown out of their sorry state of defeat by the clash of metal and a firm grunt. 

Someone else had showed up. 

And by the looks of it, someone from the holy city. 

Glancing upwards, albeit hesitantly, [Name] took notice of a taller, white-haired man holding a greatsword. Right beside him, the dust and golden blood from a crumbled Furiae Warrior were settling onto the ground, seeping into the cracks between the stones.

Wielding such a large weapon with one hand, defeating an enemy with one strike, and taking on several more without a hint of fear—

Either [Name] was dreaming, or this man was a force to be reckoned with.

Staring in shock, [Name] hadn't noticed a smaller figure approaching just beside them. “Hey, you alright?! Let's get out of here, quickly!”

A red-haired child grabbed hold of their shoulder, throwing them out of their trance.

“Ah— Yes, I’m fine. Thank you.” Using the door behind them to rise again and catch their breath, the traveler followed the young girl, arriving in a small building branching off the temple’s side. As the young redhead shut the door, she took a breath. 

“Whew, Agy wasn't kidding when she said that Titankin had been more aggressive… You okay, traveler— uh, nomad?” The girl had a slightly scratchy but sweet voice, her expressiveness helping [Name] take their mind off the throbbing pain in their ankle.

“... I’m alright. Are you… and that soldier from the holy city?”

“Yep, we're from Okhema alright! We came looking for refugees to bring back to safety. Agy’s orders.” The young girl grinned.

Agy? Despite the questions that the girl’s business here presented, the pain and lack of breath prevented much more from coming out of [Name]’s mouth. Removing their hand from their ear, they rubbed their fingers together, feeling the golden blood warm on their fingertips. The iridescence of the ichor didn't go unnoticed by the young girl.

“H-Hey, your blood is…” 

“I know. People have pointed it out before…” They admitted. Unlike quite a few people, [Name] didn't seem incredibly excited about the status granted to them by this blood. They'd always thought a peaceful life would be much easier to live out compared to that of a Chrysos Heir, and they certainly didn’t expect a child to change their opinion on that.

Sensing the odd tension in the air, the young redhead spoke again. “ W-We’re actually Chrysos Heirs from Janusopolis. We are Trianne!”  Placing her hands on her hips, the girl grinned. “Snowy out there is a Chrysos Heir, too. He’s super cool! He’ll beat those Titankin up easy-peasy.” 

“... Trianne. That's cute.” [Name] smiled, noticing how it was getting a little easier to breathe as time went on. “Is… ‘Snowy’ actually that guy’s name?” 

Before the redhead could reply, the door to their little temporary hideout opened, and the same man as before entered.

“I’m back, Lady Trianne. Is our friend here safe and sound?”

“They're okay!” The girl smiled. “Looks like their ear is bleeding and their ankle is a little swollen, but it's nothing super serious. I betcha Hyacine could fix them up if she's still in Okhema!”

“Lady Trianne, any injuries that a refugee sustains are serious…” ‘Snowy’ glanced over at [Name] with an apologetic smile. “How are you doing? You haven’t sustained any injuries other than that, have you?”

Having been reminded of their sprain once again, the hand that once covered their ear moved to feel around their now slightly swollen ankle. “I… don’t think so. Just a cut on my ear.”

“Ah, that’s good. We’re here to keep you safe, so you should be able to take some time to regulate your breathing.” Wearing a small smile, the boy held a hand to his chest. “I’m Phainon of Aedes Elysiae. It’s a pleasure to meet you, though I wish the circumstances were different.”

“Yeah, I… would agree with that. I’m [Name] from Carmitis.” Mustering a smile in return, they couldn’t help but notice the absence of crinkles around the other’s eyes. It was understandable; genuinely smiling in a situation such as this would be difficult, so [Name] decided not to press the man on it. His effort to keep them calm in this predicament was kind as it was.

“I see. That city was recently destroyed by the black tide, wasn’t it? I’m… truly sorry about that.”

“No need for apologies. I’ve been doing alright since then.” That partial white lie slipped through their teeth with nearly unnerving ease. How could you possibly do alright after losing all of your loved ones just one month ago? It seemed that the two Chrysos Heirs in front of them didn’t buy that statement, either.

The silence following [Name]’s words was incredibly uncomfortable. In an effort to ease the tension, Trianne spoke up.

“Snowy, do you think any more people are nearby?”

“Possibly. Pardon me, [Name], but were you traveling with a group before the attack just now?”

An uneasy feeling immediately stirred in [Name]’s stomach. “Yes, I was… All of us kind of ran in different directions, though. Finding them all might be—” Just as the word ‘impossible’ was about to leave their mouth, there was a sickening bang at the stone door, leaving it to swing open opposite to the intended direction. As the door slammed against the wall and fell to the floor with a deafening clatter, several more Titankin appeared in the doorway.

“Drat— Lady Trianne, get [Name] to Okhema!” Phainon wasted no time in raising his greatsword yet again, leaving the refugee behind him shocked, as if the current situation hadn’t yet registered for them.

“You got it! Hold on tight!”

Before they could even express their various emotions that rose with the current predicament— those mainly being fear and confusion— Trianne held her hands out before herself, and a sudden noise sounded out behind [Name]. Whipping their head around to find the source of the commotion, the brightness of a triangle-shaped gateway nearly blinded them.

“Go, go! We’ll meet you there!”

Before they could properly steel themselves, a Furiae Archer suddenly shifted the aim of its arrow to [Name], forcing them to acknowledge the danger of the situation as the white-haired swordsman struck it down.

Throwing caution to the wind and praying their destination truly would be the holy city, [Name] sprinted straight into the bright light of the so-called ‘Century Gate’, the radiance enveloping them in a warm blanket as their consciousness ceased.

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After such a long time, their eyes were no longer accustomed to such a bright light; especially not when it was suddenly beating down on their face so mercilessly.
Having come back to their senses and opening their eyes once more, [Name] nearly physically recoiled at the brightness of the dawn device shining down on them; as if the Century Gate’s luminosity wasn’t harsh enough. However, after a few seconds passed by, that brilliant glare had become more of a gentle warmth. Something about the soothing light emitted from the dawn device [Name] had so desperately wanted to stand before was almost cathartic… that was, until two small shadows obstructed their view of the dormant Titan before them, and they were thrown out of their trance-like state.
“Hello? Are you okay?”
Opening their eyes once more, the figure of a small girl who looked nearly identical to Trianne greeted them.
“You were out cold for a little while, we were starting to get worried!”
“... Trianne?” Despite the small differences in appearance, that conclusion didn’t seem entirely incorrect; until [Name] laid their eyes on another young girl, also bearing a striking resemblance to that fiery redhead they had met just moments prior.
“Close! We’re Tribbie. Trianne is still with Snowy.”
“We are Trinnon.”
[Name] was half-certain they had entered some kind of psychosis following their encounter with Trianne and Phainon earlier.
“There’s… three of you?” Though they had many more questions running through their head, upon recollection of what had happened at that temple a few moments ago, one matter bubbled to the front of their mind alongside the returning pain in their ankle. “Are Trianne and Phainon okay?”
That question made Tribbie smile. “Don’t worry! Trianne is safe with Snowy. He’s super talented with a sword. For now, let’s focus on your injuries.” The little girl turned to the other redhead standing beside her, whose eyes were hidden behind a flowery headpiece. “Hyacine set up some medical tents in Kephale Plaza, right? We can take them there.”
“Yes, she did. We will stay here and wait for more refugees who need help.”
“Okay, got it! Can you walk, uh…” Tribbie trailed off with a sheepish smile, directing her attention back to [Name]. “We’re sorry, what’s your name?”
“... I’m [Name]. I’ll live if I have to walk for a little while, and if no more Titankin show up…” They muttered that last bit under their breath.
The girl with gentle eyes nodded, her smile shifting to one more of comfort. “Don’t worry, you’re safe in Okhema. We’ll get you to a doctor and have your ankle all fixed up soon!”
The optimistic redhead held her hand out for [Name] to take, helping them sit up with surprising strength. Now with the ability to look around properly, the sights that greeted them were gorgeous: ancient buildings and mountains surrounding the holy city as far as the eye could see, white birds flying past at a steady pace, and rainbows reaching as far as Kephale themselves, flowing as if the wind had control over their movements.
Shifting to their knees and standing up once more, [Name] quickly inhaled through their teeth as the pain in their ankle returned once again. Not nearly as bad as before, but painful nonetheless. Taking a deep breath and reciprocating Tribbie’s concerned expression with an “I’m fine”, they set foot towards the looming walls of Okhema’s entrance.
“If you look at the people here, a lot of them are worshipping Kephale in the distance! It’s pretty common here in Okhema.” Deciding to take advantage of the silence, Tribbie began rattling off her knowledge of the holy city, likely in an effort to take [Name]’s mind off their injuries. “It’s because of Kephale’s dawn device that everyone from all over Amphoreus is able to stay safe in these end times. At least until Era Nova!”
Era Nova.
The fresh start that Amphoreus needed before the black tide consumed everything, and the time that [Name] had patiently been waiting for since the destruction of Carmitis just a month ago.
Hearing it mentioned by such a young girl, especially as if it were something that would absolutely come to pass… it was refreshing, compared to the conspiracies that Cyrillus would share over an open fire each parting hour.
“... Do the people here believe in Era Nova?” The question slipped before [Name] could catch themselves, but Tribbie didn’t seem all that upset.
“For the most part, yes. But the Council of Elders has, um… a much different opinion of it. We're sure you’ll see it for yourself the longer you stay in Okhema.” The redhead smiled up at the refugee; a reassurance, of sorts. “But don’t worry! We promise that Era Nova will come to pass. That’s what the main purpose of the Flame-Chase Journey is!”
“... I’m glad.” With nothing really stopping them from remembering the crimson-red sky and ominous, blazing sun on that day, [Name] could only utter those two words as a response. Sensing the unease, Tribbie gently grabbed their hand in a method of comfort.
“Hey, [Name]. Everything will be okay! Don’t look so sad.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I was just… reflecting. I’m alright.” Managing a smile, [Name] quickly deflected the prospect that something was bothering them. Now standing just under Okhema’s entrance, the redhead beside them decided to leave the topic be. What point was there in talking about something sensitive when it clearly wasn’t time to?
Stepping through the large gate, Tribbie quickly spotted a blonde-haired woman shifting through a wooden crate, standing peacefully under a medical tent.
“Hello, Miss Clementine!” With a big smile, Tribbie enthusiastically waved to the blonde woman. When the latter looked up, she quickly reciprocated the redhead’s grin, before noticing [Name]’s disheveled state.
“Oh, my goodness! I see Lady Trianne and Sir Phainon’s mission is still going well. Here, have a seat.” The woman quickly gestured the refugee over to a nearby cot, before glancing over to another nearby tent. Just underneath was a pink-haired girl in a red dress, who was preoccupied with pouring ice into small bags. “Miss Hyacine! Would you like me to take over with the restocking? Lady Tribbie and another one of the refugees have arrived.”
“Ah, thank you, Clementine! Just one moment!” The girl quickly tied off one of the bags to bring with her, before running over with a pleased expression as [Name] sank into the straw-stuffed mattress. Compared to the stone and dirt they’d simply laid a blanket on top of whilst traveling, the cot felt near heavenly. Upon seeing them getting cozy, the girl smiled warmly.
“Hello! You must be one of the people Lord Phainon and Lady Trianne found.” Placing the bag of ice beside [Name], the pink-haired girl gave a quick yet equally cordial introduction. “My name is Hyacine, of the Twilight Courtyard.”
Given the circumstances, [Name] found themselves pleasantly surprised by Hyacine’s sweet and optimistic demeanor; just seeing her smile was comparable to the warmth of the sun back in Carmitis, before Aquila had closed their eyes on the once bustling city. However, rather than being filled with that same sorrow as earlier, a strange sense of nostalgia washed over them.
“... I’m [Name], from Carmitis.” They offered back a small smile, which Hyacine met with a bittersweet expression.
“Ah, I see… That city was recently destroyed by the black tide, wasn’t it? I’m happy to see you’re doing okay!” Taking note of [Name]’s swollen ankle, the girl gently felt around the area, observing with a keen eye. “You… don't happen to know if any of your friends or loved ones are here in Okhema, do you?”
“Not that I’m aware of. As far as I know, everyone’s either missing, or…” The refugee trailed off, leaving the implication to hang heavy in the air.
“Oh. I’m… so sorry about that.” After gently placing the bag of ice on [Name]’s ankle, Hyacine looked back up at them with a slightly saddened face. However, that morphed back into a hopeful smile soon afterward as she reached for a pillow next to the cot. “Well, I hope that you manage to find somebody soon. Until then, rest assured that you’re safe here in the holy city. I’m sure you already know about the Chrysos Heirs and the dawn device by now, don’t you?”
[Name] nodded along, trying to tear their mind away from the uncertainty regarding the people of Carmitis’ fates. Thankfully, the girl’s smile managed to make that a bit easier.
“Yeah, that’s why I decided to come here after the attack.”
“Oh, wonderful! Don’t worry, Lady Aglaea and Lady Tribbie have been working hard to make sure you’ll be comfortable here. They’ve been arranging quarters for you and any other refugees Lady Trianne and Lord Phainon bring back…” Trailing off with a sudden, confused face, Hyacine followed up on her reassurance with a question, placing the pillow underneath [Name]’s ankle. “Would you happen to know where they are? I thought their journey would be over by now…”
“I’m pretty sure they’re still looking for some of the people I was traveling with. Trianne sent me here when we were backed into a corner.”
“She used the Century Gate?” The surprise on the girl’s face was clear as day, but she quickly recovered. “I suppose the circumstances were quite threatening… That makes your safety even more of a miracle!”
Taking a quick glance at their swollen ankle and feeling around their injured ear, [Name] hummed. “Well, a sprained ankle is less than ideal, but…”
“No worries! It doesn’t look too severe. Just keep it elevated and ice it for a few days, and avoid any strenuous activity for the next few weeks. Alright?”
“Sounds easy enough. Thank you,” [Name] offered another smile to the girl, who quickly reciprocated, before noticing the hand on their ear.
“Do you have an injury there, too?” Hyacine shifted to look at the damage on their conch, and her expression changed to one more of surprise, awe, and something neither of the two could quite place when she saw the dried ichor. “... Ah.”
Grimacing in both pain and slight unease, [Name] braced themselves for the inevitable chat about their blood. However, the expected response didn’t come.
“I may have to stitch this up. Leaving this open could end up in an infection, but it doesn’t look too bad at the moment!”
“You’re not going to comment on the golden blood?” [Name] seemed much more surprised than they intended, but Hyacine only responded with a laugh and smile.
“I treat other Chrysos Heirs all the time! Besides, an injury is an injury. Golden blood doesn’t mean that you’re invincible, after all.” Reaching for a bottle of antiseptic and a cotton swab, the girl tucked back some of the hair in front of [Name]’s ear. “Plus, I’m a Chrysos Heir, too.”
Pleasantly surprised by Hyacine’s normal assessment of the situation, the refugee found themselves much more relaxed, their shoulders easing up significantly.
“... Didn’t expect that. Good to know.” For the first time since coming to the holy city, [Name] found themselves laughing, mostly out of relief. What followed was a pleasant silence for a few minutes, and Hyacine’s sharp focus on treating the refugee’s ear. After a bit, Hyacine reached over for a small box, speaking up once more.
“... Please excuse me, but if you’re a Chrysos Heir, did you come to Okhema for the Flame-Chase Journey?”
That caught [Name] off guard for a minute.
“Ah… no, not necessarily. Sorry.”
“No, no, don’t apologize! It’s just that… Lady Aglaea has been searching for more people. There’s only six of us taking direct orders from her as of right now.”
Despite their constant dismissal of Cyrillus’ words when they were still with the rest of that group, [Name] couldn’t help but question this proposal. Besides, it felt somewhat… wrong to follow the demigod who took over Mnestia’s authority, given they were the Titan that Carmitis had worshipped. However, recalling the feeling of relief washing over them having had their life saved by those two Chrysos Heirs just a few moments ago, that uncertainty began to waver.
“I’ll… definitely think on it.”
“Great! No pressure, of course. Feel free to take your time coming to a decision.” Pulling out a needle and some sutures, Hyacine gave [Name] yet another gentle smile. “For now, just relax and take a deep breath. I’ll be done quickly.”
Considering her words and inhaling deeply, [Name] closed their eyes. Their thoughts were focused intently on Hyacine’s suggestion, before drifting to the many ballads that sang of heroes and the Flame-Chase among Carmitis’ bards.
Considering those ancient songs, the memory of that white-haired soldier came flowing back, especially that feeling of relief they had felt upon realizing they were saved. To be someone like that for others was… certainly something [Name] wanted, especially now having experienced it for themselves. However, their notions of such a difficult life caused their bubbling fantasies to halt, even upon consideration of Era Nova and the possible restoration of their home.
If a soldier, a Chrysos Heir such as Phainon’s smiles were so noticeably fake, just how painful would that journey be if [Name] decided to pursue it, too? Would such a burden be worth it just to see home and be happy again, and possibly save a few lives?
Those conflicting thoughts flowed endlessly through [Name]’s mind, the center of attention being on the contradiction that was that Deliverer.

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[Name] hadn’t realized how much they missed their idyllic life until they'd spent their first few days in the holy city.

Having been treated and having received some medicine from Hyacine to relieve the pain in their ankle and ear, [Name] had no choice but to spend their time within the quarters provided to them by Tribbie and that Aglaea they kept hearing about. These quarters weren't bad by any means; the exact opposite, actually. 

Located on the outskirts of the Marmoreal Market, there was a peaceful silence to [Name]’s days, as well as a breathtaking view of the mountains and various ancient ruins surrounding Okhema. However, regardless of how peaceful it was here, [Name] had started to go a little stir-crazy the longer they stayed inside. 

It had been about 3 days since they had first been thrown into the holy city unexpectedly. Yet, they hadn't been able to look around at all due to their sprained ankle; they’d never been one to miss out on such opportunities, regardless of condition. However, something about the concern that Tribbie had expressed when guiding [Name] to their quarters kept them from doing anything potentially reckless.

Having been given ample time to think in peaceful silence, [Name] had started to process the loss of several things— their home, friends, family, among many other things. The worst part of it all was realizing that they’d begun to forget exactly what everything looked like the last time they saw it: the intricate murals on nearly every wall, the locations of specific stalls in the market, the alleys between buildings where lovers would sometimes sneak off upon the arrival of the Curtainfall Hour… all of it had started to fade into memories about as hazy as the majority of Amphoreus, where Aquila had closed their eyes and neglected.

This Lucid Hour wasn’t much different. After having a nurse stop by to notify [Name] that they were in reasonable enough condition to wander around the holy city, those melancholic feelings still overshadowed their excitement more than they’d like to admit. Similar to those many days they’d spent with that group of nomads, the refugee had to take a moment to organize their thoughts and compose themselves; something they’d found much easier following the arrival of the black tide. The idea that such extreme events could force people to get used to those sorts of behaviors so quickly was always a marvel to [Name]. 

Finally being able to slip on their sandals for the first time in days, all the while wrapping their head around the memories becoming alarmingly hazy, the refugee stepped outside of their quarters and into the warm air of the holy city. 

Similar to their initial arrival, the sight of the endlessly stretching mountains and ruins remained just as awe-inspiring. If not for the absence of waves gently making contact with the shore, the warmth provided by the dawn device and the melodic sound of birds chirping would've convinced [Name] they were somehow back at home, as if everything was a bad dream. However, raising their gaze to the dormant Kephale in the distance, they were reminded of their current circumstances. 

Despite the destruction that led them to this sight, the idea that they were safe under the gaze of the Worldbearing Titan was more than reassuring.

Finally managing to get over their thoughts to a reasonable extent, [Name] began peacefully walking down the stone streets. Trying to recall the route Tribbie and one of the other nurses took through the Marmoreal Market just a few days ago, the refugee took their time taking in the surrounding greenery and architecture; quite similar to that of Carmitis, now that they thought about it. 

Continuing to walk until the sounds of distant chatter grew louder, [Name] stumbled upon that same market as before: A view of Kephale to their left, as well as what looked like one of Janus’ Passages leading to another part of Okhema, and various shops to their right, lining the streets which were full of people. Laying their eyes on a tailor shop not too far from where they stood, a thought occurred to [Name].

Perhaps this would make a good opportunity to buy clothes that weren't torn or handouts.

-

… And perhaps they had spent a little too much at the market as a whole.

Among the several goods that [Name] had managed to purchase were a new, relatively nice outfit, some scrolls written about the Titans of Amphoreus, and a few fruits to have as a snack later on in the day. Sure, two of those three purchases were rather impulsive, but having been away from shops and markets for a whole month, [Name]’s tendencies to purchase items on a whim were suddenly too much to ignore. 

Carrying the bag full of new items around the market as they continued observing the area, the refugee couldn't help but overhear one of the conversations occurring close by. Rather than it being a typical conversation about funds, presents for loved ones, or convincing a young child not to buy so thoughtlessly, this one seemed a bit more serious.

“They returned with only five?” 

[Name] paused, an eerie feeling creeping through their veins.

“Apparently so… that's less than the last expedition. Is time running out..?”

“Don't be so nonsensical! Kephale and Lord Phainon will keep Okhema safe.”

Suddenly intrigued by the mention of that man, [Name] paused, pretending as if they had lost something from their bag. Neither noticed the refugee lingering, and the conversation continued.

“That’s what everybody has been saying, but more cities are falling into the evernight. We barely have any Chrysos Heirs who’ve taken the Titans’ coreflames, and if things continue at this rate…”

There was a pause, and [Name] could feel the tension in the air from their spot several meters away.

“We… just have to trust the Chrysos Heirs. Everything will be okay, surely.”

From there, the conversation was rather forcefully moved on to things that [Name], quite frankly, couldn't care less about. That little glimpse into Okhema’s and Amphoreus’ current situation was more than enough to remind them of Hyacine’s words several days ago.

“If you’re a Chrysos Heir, did you come to Okhema for the Flame-Chase Journey?”

No, of course not. [Name] didn't want to live the rest of their days with the fate of the world resting on their shoulders. However, something about that tone of worry in that citizen’s voice made the refugee's thoughts halt once more. 

What if they could alleviate those fears? Back when they were living at home, they were relatively skilled with a bow and arrow. It wouldn’t be much compared to the duties of the other Chrysos Heirs, but if there was one thing [Name] could take away from the variety of Chrysos Heirs they’d met until now, it’s that anything they could do would count. 

And almost as if the world had responded to their thoughts, the sound of metal upon metal threw them forcibly out of their mind.

Glancing up and down the road ahead of them, [Name] laid eyes on a blacksmith, as well as two mountain dwellers working on some greatswords. If this blacksmith was anything like the one back in Carmitis, they’d surely sell bows, arrows, and quivers, right?

Continuing down the road, the refugee stopped in front of the store, taking in the warmth of the blazing fire just a few meters away and browsing the selection of weapons from a distance. Sure enough, bows and quivers with rather intricate designs were on full display to the various passersby within the Marmoreal Market.

The similarities to the blacksmith at home were enough to make [Name] smile. Taking a look at the price tags labeled next to the weapons, and counting the remaining money within their wallet, the refugee eventually found a pretty solid option: a bow made of what looked like olive wood, which came alongside a quiver made of the same material. Buying this one plus a few arrows would be enough if push came to shove. 

However, if Okhema was as safe as people claimed it to be, would there be any need for this weapon? [Name] still didn’t want to fully be involved with the Flame-Chase, but wanted to be able to defend themself and others at the same time…

As their thoughts began to consume them once more, they didn’t notice a familiar presence behind them until there was a pat on their shoulder. Jolting and whipping their head around, [Name] was met with two bright blue eyes staring right back at them.

“Ah, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you.”

It was Phainon, wearing that same smile as before.

“... It's you. You’re fine, don't worry about it.”

“Good! I just couldn't help but notice that you were already up and moving after you sustained that injury. I'm happy to see you're doing better.” The man smiled brightly, looking down at [Name]’s ankle, which had visibly improved. “Miss Hyacine is quite the miracle worker, isn't she?”

[Name] couldn't help but nod and smile in agreement. 

Yeesh, this guy is quite the charmer.

“Yeah, I’d agree. She's really sweet.” Taking a second to look back at the bow and quiver, [Name] couldn't help but ask a question in rather poor taste. “Is this city… attacked often?”

A clear look of surprise wiped the smile from Phainon’s face. “Not… too often. Whenever it is, the Chrysos Heirs deal with it before it becomes threatening to the citizens.” Looking down at the weapon before [Name], he let out a small chuckle. “Are you debating on helping us out? Or is this for personal protection?”

The refugee nearly flinched at that first sentence, but recovered rather quickly. As far as they were concerned, this man had no idea about their blood; at least, that's what they thought until he spoke once more.

“Lady Trianne notified me that you are also a Chrysos Heir. I don’t mean to pressure you into making a decision, but if you do truly intend to help us, I would appreciate it more than you know.”

There was a pause. [Name] didn’t say a word.

“O-Of course, you can take your time recovering from your injuries and grief. I know it's tough. I’ve been through something similar.”

“Do you think it's a good idea for me? I mean, I came to Okhema to find some sort of peace. Is this ‘Flame-Chase’ a stressful thing?” Once the words left their mouth, [Name] knew it was a little stupid, staring down the bow in front of them to avoid eye contact. Regardless, Phainon still met their concerns with a smile audible in his voice.

“It’s… certainly urgent, especially in these end times. Though for most Chrysos Heirs, it isn't extremely pressing until they receive orders from Lady Aglaea. In comparison, those who are directly under her— such as myself— are under a lot more pressure.”

Appreciating the honesty, [Name] finally looked back at the man, whose smile still seemed quite forced. “I… see. Thanks for the input.”

“It's my pleasure. Here, in case you decide that this is something you’d like to pursue…” Phainon reached into his pocket, pulling out a few coins; just enough to match the price of the bow and quiver. “It's on me. Even if it's just to protect yourself.”

“Wait— no! I can't just take your money!”

“You’re not taking it like some thief! I’m offering it. No worries.”

Speechless yet appreciative, [Name] hesitantly held out their palm for the man to place the coins into. Afterwards, Phainon flashed another bright smile. 

“I’ll see you around Okhema! Please let me know when you’ve come to a decision. Take your time, of course.”

With that, Amphoreus’ Deliverer walked off towards Janus’ Passage, leaving the refugee to stare in silence.

He was certainly befitting of the title ‘Deliverer’: welcoming, selfless, unbearably kind… yet those warm smiles still lacked sincerity. It was enough to leave [Name] content yet somewhat somber, holding the coins in the palm of their hand with a tight grip, the cold metal gradually growing warmer.

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“Archery relies on the mindset most.”

A strong hand took hold of the young child’s shoulder, squeezing and providing reassurance.

“You can’t land a bullseye when you’ve already convinced yourself you can’t hit the target in the first place.”

The child nodded, half in understanding, half in hopes that their father would let them try to shoot and quit rambling. With an overly tense form and one eye squeezed shut, the child drew back their bowstring, aiming for the target several meters away. Finally letting the end of the arrow slip from between their fingers and sending it soaring across the range, their eyes lit up like little stars when the tip struck the outer edge of the target; nowhere near perfect, but good enough for a child of their age. With the brightest smile they could muster, the child turned back to their dad, jumping in excitement and pure joy.

For what seemed like the millionth time, that memory looped in [Name]’s head as they finally arrived back at their quarters, placing the bag of goods on their bed. Sitting down beside it with a heavy sigh, they began digging their new bow out of the bag, questioning whether or not such a purchase was a good decision; especially with someone else’s money. Tracing the details carved into the wood, [Name]’s mind kept drifting to the gesture and reasoning that brought them this weapon.

“Feel free to let me know when you’ve come to a decision.”

Was the fate of Amphoreus really so urgent that the “Deliverer” himself would so blatantly try to find assistance? On top of that, assistance from the person he had to save from death, of all people? 

Then again, recalling the conviction and sincerity written clear as day on Phainon’s face as he discussed the Flame-Chase had [Name] questioning their reasoning for simply… staying put. That was when a thought occurred to them:

If this world was truly to meet its end so soon, what sort of peace would [Name] be able to live in while surrounded by such strife?

Placing their weapon to the side and standing from their bed again, [Name] decided not to dwell on it. Instead, Phainon had left them with some extra change when lending them money for the bow; after changing into the new clothes purchased from that tailor shop, why not go try to find him instead of focusing on the doom and gloom of these end times? After all, that small gesture from the man was more than enough to put [Name] in good spirits, given the state of their mind for the past month or so. Surely such a feeling shouldn’t go to waste by continuing to dwell on the negative.

Something about the constant radiance from the dawn device was almost uncanny. Not particularly unsettling, but something about its constant warmth without end was… strange.

Taking advice that they’d received from Hyacine a few days ago into account, [Name] decided to head for Marmoreal Palace to take a look at the grand baths. They’d heard all about them in the past, and figured that since that was the direction in which Phainon was heading, why not give them a look?

Feeling pretty confident in themselves with their new clothing, the archer couldn’t help but feel even better— excited, even— realizing that they were about to see the baths that they’d heard so much about from their friends back at home. Already quite evident from the way that the dome reached into the sky, the one staple feature that they’d always remembered was the height of the ceiling and the sense of grandeur that it brought to the building. The idea that it was just a public bath was shocking to them. 

Approaching Janus’ Hidden Passage for the second time before Action Hour that day, [Name]’s eyes flicked between the architectural marvel to their right and Kephale to their left. The people of Okhema got to enjoy that visual every day, and it was nothing short of incredible. Despite the city being watched over by the dormant Worldbearing Titan, it almost felt as if Mnestia themselves had blessed it as well.

Holding a hand out to the Passage before them and completing the puzzle presented by the Passage Titan, [Name] had to blink a few times before readjusting their vision to the sight before them. 

What they were met with was nothing short of breathtaking: Cypress trees lining the streets, cliffs which the Palace was built into, and greenery surrounding the entire area. The greatest spectacle of all, as well as what looked like an obstacle, was the waterfall blocking the entrance to the bathhouse, cutting off the stairs that led inside. 

Well, drat.

Looking around with what they could only assume was a helpless expression, [Name] decided to try and go right, as it looked like an extension of the main building awaited them there. 

Rushing along to the garden which led inside the baths, the archer couldn’t help but notice the many people to their left and right; all from different city-states, yet united in this one location. Something about it brought a smile to their face, almost like they weren’t the only one who was faced with such tough circumstances for so long.

Finally standing before the entrance, which was pleasantly situated in the middle of a garden, [Name] nearly felt the hairs on their neck stand up on end upon opening the door.

They heard music. Not the type of music which they had heard from musicians in the market, or that one of the nomads in their group had played before, but a familiar song.

Nearly dismissing the fact that they had walked into a library entirely, the archer speed-walked towards the staircase, almost in disbelief at what they were hearing. From the sound of things, it was… Within the Veil? Something frequently played in the markets of Carmitis, and something that [Name] thought had been destroyed alongside the rest of the city with the arrival of the black tide back then.

Growing impatient with the opening door which clicked lazily before them, taking its time in an almost taunting fashion,  the archer let out an audible sigh when it finally opened.

And there before them was a blonde woman playing the water lyre, accompanied by many onlookers resting in the nearby water.

Despite the twitching of their fingers and the shock that flooded their body, [Name] knew better than to interrupt a performance in the arts just because it happened to be something they recognized. Glancing around and laying eyes on a gazebo in the corner, they decided to stay there until the performance was over. Or… maybe stand outside so as not to bother the girl silently looking at the surrounding landscape.

Slowly walking over and spending half of their time staring at the organist playing the instrument, [Name] finally settled at a table just outside the gazebo and shut their eyes.

Listening to the music, the birds chirping in the distance, the trickling of the water, the whispers of the onlookers… it was almost as if they were back at home again, debating on what to buy themselves and their parents for dinner that Parting Hour. Losing themselves in the moment, [Name] never noticed the tears making their way down their cheeks; that was, until a soft voice roused them from their reverie.

“Pardon me… are you alright?”

The voice was faint, seemingly anxious, but caring nonetheless. Snapping their eyes open and whipping their head to the source of the question, the archer was met with that same girl from the gazebo. Long, white-purple hair, a rather worn-out dress, and sad eyes reciprocated their gaze, albeit much more nervously given the response she’d elicited.

“Please forgive me, I… didn’t mean to startle you.”

“It’s alright… I’m fine. Thank you.” The crack in their voice and lump in their throat was enough to tell the girl that this was a complete and utter lie, though she didn’t seem mad. Instead, as if it were possible, the girl’s eyes seemed to grow a bit sadder.

“If it’s something you don’t wish to talk about, I won’t push for answers.”

“No, I appreciate it. Just reminds me of home.”

That answer seemed to resonate with the young woman.

“Did you… happen to lose your home?”

The archer could only respond with a nod. After that, there was silence, aside from Within the Veil accompanying [Name]’s racing thoughts. However, since leaving the girl without a proper answer seemed rude, they tried again.

“The black tide is ruthless. I’m sure you’ve heard.”

“Yes, I have… Quite a few of my companions have lost their homes similarly.” The girl stepped forward, though she still obviously tried to maintain some sort of distance. 

“I am Castorice. It’s nice to meet you.”

“... [Name], of Carmitis.” The archer held out their hand for Castorice to shake, but the latter quietly stepped back.

“Please, excuse me. I… would much rather you keep your distance. I assure you, it's nothing personal.”

Somewhat surprised, [Name] withdrew their hand, nodding. “Don't worry about it. I knew someone who wasn't great with touching, either.”

The girl before them smiled in relief, taking a deep breath. “Thank you for your understanding, mis-”

“N-No need for formalities. Just [Name] is more than okay.”

“... Right. [Name].” After a moment of silence, Castorice continued. “If I may ask, what are you doing here rather than in the grand baths?”

“Well, uh… There was a waterfall in the way.” That reasoning sounded incredibly stupid once it left [Name]’s mouth. In response, the girl before them smiled, seemingly amused.

“Are you referring to the waterfall at the Palace’s entrance?”

“Yeah, why are you smiling?”

Almost trying to stifle a giggle— and failing, even if her laughter was quiet— Castorice responded with a sympathetic smile. 

“Pardon me, but that waterfall opens to approaching guests. It isn’t supposed to be an obstacle.”

[Name] blinked, before a wave of embarrassment washed over them. Immediately putting their face in their hands, they sighed in an almost exhausted tone, once again realizing the stupidity of their thought process.

“I knew that, too…”

This only warranted another small giggle from the girl in front of them, who quickly recovered.

“It’s quite alright. It’s common for people who are new to Okhema to make that mistake.”

“And you’re sure, Miss Castorice?”

“I’m certain. It’s fairly often that the staff have to guide newcomers into the Palace.”

“I… see. Thanks for telling me.” Despite trying to act professional about it, the archer was still quite obviously embarrassed. The girl before them smiled once again, opening her mouth to speak, but was interrupted by something which jarred the entire room; even the water lyre ceased its playing.

A scream. Followed by several more, all coming from the grand baths.

Perhaps it was a good thing [Name] had simply stopped where they were.

As the people in the room began to panic, each fleeing in a different direction, Castorice’s expression darkened and she simply sighed, that same sad look from before crossing her face all over again.

“Pardon me, [Name]. I'll bring you somewhere safe. The guards and Chrysos Heirs will keep watch.”

“Wait, wait— what’s going on?” Springing up from their chair, [Name] felt themselves growing tense.

“I… believe that Nikador’s Titankin have made their way past Okhema’s defenses. Please be careful and follow me, and... try to keep some distance.”

Just like that, [Name] found themselves on the run from Strife yet again, following closely behind Castorice and holding their breath. Indeed, everywhere they looked, Titankin were making their way into the grand baths, terrorizing the citizens who were scrambling to escape. 

How familiar.

As the girl guided the archer outside the building and towards a turn on the street, [Name] laid eyes on Marmoreal Market; they could see the chaos from here, many Titankin swarming the streets, almost like deadly ants from a distance.

“If you do truly intend to help us, I would appreciate it more than you know.”

Almost as suddenly as the attack itself, Phainon’s words echoed through [Name]’s mind, forcing them to freeze where they were.

If they could just get back to their quarters and grab their bow, they could help somehow. 

Noticing the ceasing of the footsteps behind her, Castorice turned around in both confusion and slight alarm. 

“...[Name]? Is everything alright?”

Swallowing and steeling themselves, [Name] took a deep breath.

Act. Do something now that you can.

“I’ll be okay. Excuse me.”

Before the girl could stop them, [Name] then took off, eyes dead set on the Market. The timing of the attack seemed to be almost preordained, perhaps by Janus or Oronyx themselves, as more of that Lucid Hour’s conversation came flooding back.

“Is this city attacked often?”

“Whenever it is, the Chrysos Heirs deal with it before it becomes threatening to the citizens.”

Despite their mixed feelings on the Flame-Chase, [Name] still couldn’t help the speed at which their legs carried them to the market. Not once did they falter, even as Castorice’s protests faded into the distance, alongside those running from the imminent danger.