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Post by Faris Scherwiz on Jul 16, 2018 7:38:53 GMT -6
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Let's get this going!
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
Lenna was confident. Of course she was. How could she not, looking like that with the background she had? Lenna looked gorgeous in that little blue dress. Like a woman who knew what she was doing and was comfortable with it. She wore her heels steadier than Faris, and her silken dress was accented with a flowing sash around the middle and a river lilly stuck into the left side of her hair. Looking at her made Faris feel somehow better and worse all at once. Better because it was almost inspiring to see someone look so right put together like that, and worse because Faris knew he could never hit the same mark. His own costume was just that -- a costume -- and he wasn’t for a second comfortable in it. This wasn’t him. This wasn’t Faris Scherwiz, this was…
Sarisa Tycoon. The name made him shudder with something like anticipation or maybe dread. Faris didn’t know which.
Lenna’s hands were folding together. Nervous, Faris guessed. His own hands often twisted when he felt the same way -- a habit in the family, he supposed. But still, she couldn’t help but to try to make him feel better, her own feelings be damned. ”You are looking great. I doubt anyone in the audience will be able to keep their eyes off of you while we dance,” she said, and Faris felt his cheeks grow hot. Everyone would be watching. Of course they would, that was the point. They’d all be watching him look like this...moving like a dancer...like a woman.
He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he barely caught her worries about using magic to win. It was all just a part of their talents, he wanted to reassure her. There was no such thing as fair play. But his mind was still caught elsewhere and his tongue didn’t quite catch up. He imagined the heat of stage lights, the call of his name, and then pounding expectation. They were here to see him. Him dancing. Him in these clothes…
No, no, no. Not him. Sarisa. Keep it straight.
”Heh. I’m half tempted to switch to a white mage and cure the pain away.” Faris made a spell-casting gesture at their feet. ”I guess we’ll have to wait until this is done, eh? Might be just a tad conspicuous if we’re waiting here in white robes.” Faris shot Lenna a grin that he knew came out a lot weaker than usual. His stomach was jerking around like a dancer in itself.
”All this, it reminds me of that ball you had at the castle Tycoon. I guess it was for me. Aye, for ’the return of Princess Sarisa.’” Faris shook his head, half scowling, half laughing. It all felt so ridiculous even now. ”They somehow got me into a dress I was practically drowning in and did up my face and hair so I hardly knew my own reflection. That was an odd night. Going by a name I didn’t know and looking like someone else entirely.” Faris glanced at Lenna, a hint of fondness in his eyes. ”You were something out of a book though. You knew every step of the dances. Tried to teach me too but I was hopeless without a crystal.”
That wasn’t the best night he’d ever had. It was damn awkward, actually, and he’d never wanted another one like it. But it was a part of him, still. The royal part of him that had nearly been lost at sea. ”When we get back from this, I’ll stay at Tycoon again. A sailor’s promise. No matter what parties you want to throw.” Faris gave a real laugh at that. ”I think I’ll just be happy to see it again.”
Faris tugged at the bottom of his shirt. The material was thin and cut too short and he winced at the touch of a breeze at his midrift. The floor was abuzz with other couples in other ridiculous outfits -- some so scantily clad that they were almost naked and others fitted from top to bottom in full-length ball gowns. From the stage, a drum set beat a steady rhythm as a gathered crowd watched someone or another match that rhythm with their feet. Faris stood close to the road with his arms crossed and his shoulders hunched. From across the street, he heard someone whistle and looked up just in time to see a group of men hollering at the lot of them with a few hand gestures Faris had learned on the deck of a pirate ship. Faris felt his cheeks heat as he squared himself to face them.
”Y-you yellow-! Why you-!” was all he could get out before they laughed and disappeared among the crowds. Faris was left standing there with a curse on his tongue, feeling like a beached shark flopping uselessly and gasping for air.
Why was he doing this?
It had been about two hours since registration. They were told they could wander about and enjoy themselves until their time slot came, but Faris couldn’t focus on anything but the way his shirt cut down his sternum and the exposed chill between his hips and upper ribcage. His hair was tussled and tied back with a ribbon. His boots had been swapped out for a pair of women’s heels. Somehow (and he still didn’t know how) the crystal had materialized a pair of dangling ruby earrings into his decidedly not pierced ears. In short, he looked every bit the flirtatious dancing girl he’d be playing in less than half an hour.
By the gods did he hate the dancer class!
”Er...Lenna! Do you remember what we’re doing? The dances I showed you? You’ve got the hang of them, right?” He was talking more for his own sake than hers. His nerves were a ball of pure energy vibrating like the engine of a fire ship. His hands clenched and unclenched in rapid succession. ”Do you need to go over anything? Of course, it’s all in the will of crystal what we’ll end up doing out there. But the crystals have never steered us wrong before!”
His voice didn’t sound right either. It sounded higher than usual. Somehow more feminine, or maybe that was just an illusion. Faris wasn’t a man today. No he was playing at being a real woman. Like he’d never been dropped in a den of pirates. Like he’d stayed in a castle with his sister wearing layered dresses and having tea parties as the princess he’d been born as. Today Faris wasn’t Faris, but Sarisa, the first daughter of the king of Tycoon and a proper lady. Or something like it. Faris had never really known the man, but somehow he doubted that he’d have approved of his daughters dressing the way they were now.
Sarisa. That’s right. This was just another costume. Just another name that wasn’t the real him. They’d make some money in a way that Lenna didn’t have to endanger herself. They’d get their feet wet with using the crystal’s power where the worst that could happen was embarrassing themselves. That’s what this was about. It was all for Lenna.
Do it for her!
”Heh.” Faris cast his sister a sheepish grin. ”Do I look like a proper lass? I don’t care how much of the crystal I’m using, I’ll never get used to wearing these things.” He gestured mournfully at his scarlet, high-heeled shoes. ”And these are starting to hurt worse than if I’d stuck a dagger through them!”
Post by Faris Scherwiz on Jul 9, 2018 7:26:47 GMT -6
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And end scene?
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
There were setbacks. There always were. Life was like that -- a mix of sunshine, strong winds, and rough waters. But they’d set course in the right direction, and for once, Faris felt that maybe everything would turn out just fine.
”Your crystals? Aye. It should come as easy as breathing one of these days! We all picked it up like it was nothing before long, and you were one of the best of us. Just pick what feels right and stick with it until you know it back and front. That’s how we used to manage, anyway.”
Those had been strange days. Wielding new powers every other month, putting on different talents like they were trying on masks, only barely getting used to one before they shifted into another. Of course it would all be overwhelming to have them all from the start. But they’d manage it together just like always. Everything would turn out just fine.
Faris could feel Lenna’s strength through her eyes and her smile. Gone was the fragile, confused girl from the streets to be replaced with the beaming beacon of hope that Faris remembered. This was Lenna, smiling in the face of their troubles and pushing on just to help the people around her. This was Faris’ sister.
”There’s only one way to find out,” Faris said. ”And you’ve already taken blows at the beast as it stands! You remember me. That’s more than Galuf could say in the same time.” Faris shook his head, arms crossed, and muttered, ”Amnesia. Why is it always amnesia?” Once not too long ago, Faris could barely have pronounced the word -- let alone knew what it meant. Now it felt like a haunted specter following him from the shadows. No one could just have their memories and stick to them anymore. No one but him, it seemed.
”Looks like we’ll have a tough time ahead of us then. Lots of travel, discovery, battles. I think that’s enough talk of bad times for now. Let’s look to the sunrise -- to everything ahead. That’s what I’d do, anyway.” Faris nodded his resolution and started towards the window, looking out it almost challengingly. He’d take whatever the world threw at him. He’d take it with a fight and a cock of his head because fate had led him to Lenna and he couldn’t have asked for more. ”Aye, there’s no use looking back,” he said quieter this time. ”We’ll move forward like always. And together, there’s not a storm in the sky that can alter our course.”
Post by Faris Scherwiz on Jun 27, 2018 18:12:31 GMT -6
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Adventure, ho!
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
”Ah.” Lenna was too sharp for her own good. Why was the a queen and no longer a princess? His heart seized in his chest at the implications of his own uncharacteristically sloppy lie. No, not a lie. An omission of the truth. Lying would be telling her that he’d misspoken before or that it was a slip of his tongue or that Tycoon law worked differently than she must have thought. Those would be lies. And Faris was not a liar.
A thief, yes. A scoundrel, maybe. But a liar? No. Not to Lenna.
”That’s…” he started and then let out a slow breath. ”You should know the answer to that. There’s only ever one way to get that kind of position. Er...Unmarried, I mean. Which is what you are. As you should be, no man is good enough for you! But...Ahem. That is to say…” Faris rubbed the back of his neck. Why was this so hard? ”Aye. Your father… Our...father.” His voice broke a little. He hadn’t talked about this since the day it happened. The feeling of losing a man he’d never known in his arms. ”Well, you know, don’t you? I don’t need to spell out all the letters.” Or he hoped he didn’t.
Please don’t make me.
Faris tried to crack a smile at Lenna’s good-natured joke. She couldn’t bail him out here. Her title as queen didn’t mean a thing when no one had heard of your kingdom. His heart wasn’t in it, but smiled for her sake if nothing else. ”Aye, but we’ve got our own wits about us, and we can handle ourselves fine enough. We were capable enough to take down that armored devil, we can manage ourselves here too!” Faris laughed a little at that just to keep his spirits up before he shook his head, hopping from the desk more confidently than he felt.
”We’ll do the same again! Not the fighting part, but the handling ourselves part. I’ve been through worse scraps than this, and I know how to scrounge by with nothing but my own wits and a sword. And now that we’re together, we’ve got more than that!” He nodded to himself and walked towards the window, peering out it thoughtfully. ”We could travel the world. Make a living driving back the beasts and devils of the world. Do some good with these crystals of ours. What do you say?” He turned to her, head tilted in a cocky grin.
Post by Faris Scherwiz on Jun 19, 2018 20:05:18 GMT -6
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So much emotion
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
Lenna was truly one of the kindest women Faris had ever known.
She brushed off his telling of her kidnapping as though it had been nothing but a friendly quarrel. ”Family before anything or anyone else,” she said, and something warmed in his chest at the thought of it. Family. It wasn’t something he’d ever had before, though the pirates had been a kind of family. Faris pulled on the edge of his scarf as she said it, and couldn’t manage much more than a mutter in response. ”Family,” he repeated slowly. ”Aye…”
She told him that her memory was like the ocean floor as seen from atop the decks of a ship -- murky, clouded, and buzzing with distractions. He nodded sagely at this. He knew that view all too well. ”It’s there, then. Under the surface and beneath all the slime and sand. I’ll help you find it. I swear on my name as a sailor.” He laughed a little at that. He couldn’t quite swear on his honor when he didn’t have much to begin with, but it was something.
”Where was I? The Wind Shrine? Aye. I brought you to the entrance. You and your friends, and I thought to journey inside with the lot of you. The place was crawling with beasts and monsters, but we made short work of them, and before long we were before the crystal. Or what was left of it at any rate. The whole thing was shattered if you can believe it, and there was a kind of...warmth. The king of Tycoon. He was there just like you’d said he’d be and he said the world was in danger. He called us the ‘Warriors of Light’ and told us to go out and save it. The crystals had chosen us, after all.”
From there, he told Lenna all about their journey around the world. About Walse and Karnak and Gohn and everything inbetween. He told her about how they were never quick enough to save the crystals and how they shattered one by one, taking their element with them. His voice lowered as he reached the final crystal left. The Earth crystal. That was where their father had fallen. That was where Exdeath had been unleashed.
Faris didn’t tell her about the final fate of the King of Tycoon. That was still painful, even for him, and he’d never even known the man as a father. Lenna didn’t need that now, so he spoke of Exdeath instead. How the accursed warlock had been sealed away by the crystals and had come into the world with a vengeance. About the other world and Krile, a princess from the other side. He told her how they traveled there on a meteorite and fought Exdeath every step of the way. But in the end there was only so much they could do. Exdeath opened the Rift. He sought the power of the Void. And the four of them were all that could stop him.
”And we did.” Faris’ chest swelled with pride even as the memory of that abomination spewing from the void gave him chills. ”The both of us together. We saved the world, Lenna! And when that was done, we went home. Back to Tycoon.” Faris hesitated then. He didn’t know how best to say what came next. ”You wanted me to stay, but sitting around in a castle? Ruling a kingdom? That’s not my style. I went back to the sea.” Faris glanced at her almost cautiously. ”The last I heard, you’d taken the crown as queen. I always joked that you’d get me out of a bind if the law caught up to me.” His grin was weaker than he wanted it to be. It all felt so stupid now. Leaving her behind. He’d wanted freedom. Adventure. A name of his own.
Well, he’d gotten that in spades now, hadn’t he?
”I’m so glad to see you.” He felt his eyes melt at the sight of her. ”I washed up on these shores...It feels like a lifetime ago. No way home and I haven’t seen a familiar face since.” He touched at the corner of his eye. He wouldn’t cry. He hadn’t since Galuf had faded in their arms, but there was too much emotion in his throat to hold it all back entirely. ”I’ve wanted to see you since the first day.”
Post by Faris Scherwiz on Jun 19, 2018 8:07:09 GMT -6
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STORY TIME
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
Lenna wanted him to start from the beginning, and that was fine by him. They needed to talk about everything eventually, so why wait? He let out a breath, shaking his head at her suggestion to pay for anything. ”I’ve got a reputation now, and the money to go with it. I’ll handle it myself without a worry from you.” It was a waste of time, he knew, to ask Lenna to ever be selfish, but he needed the time to think. Where was a good place to start? If Lenna truly remembered nothing, then there was only one choice: Tycoon.
”Aye. You’re a queen, Lenna. Of a kingdom called Tycoon. And I'm a princess, if you can believe it. We lost each other when I wasn’t old enough to remember a thing and you were...Well, I wouldn’t know, would I? But you couldn’t have been much better. Our papa took me out on the back of his wind drake when a storm blew in. Knocked me right off the beast and into the sea. He must’ve thought me dead, but I'm a might tougher than that. A ship of pirates found me clutching some driftwood the next sunrise. Didn’t know a thing about who I was.”
Faris glanced at Lenna, rubbing at the back of his neck almost nervously. ”I’m a pirate myself. Aye, and a captain at that! I kept those men in line and could sail around the world and back if I had to! That’s why I wasn’t with you ‘til now. You wanted for us to both rule Tycoon, but I…” Faris bit his tongue. He was rambling again, wasn’t he? ”Nevermind that. I’ll start when we met. I feel like I’m spinning you in circles.”
”You told me that you were looking for the Wind Temple. Our papa had gone out to check on the Wind Shrine and hadn’t come back. You, being the kind of lass you are, couldn’t stay away. So you ran into a few friends -- Bartz and Galuf, do you remember? -- and the lot of you came looking for a way across the sea. That’s when you stumbled into a den of pirates and tried to stowaway on our ship.” Faris glanced at Lenna, cheeks heating with shame as he rubbed his neck again. ”I, ah. Tried to take you for ransom against the kingdom of Tycoon. Which I shouldn’t’ve done! But a princess walking straight onboard a pirate ship? I’d’ve been a fool not to try...And I didn’t know yet that we were sisters! Anyway, once I saw your pendant…” Faris gestured towards the jewel around her neck. ”Well, I knew you were worth keeping in mind. See, I have the same one.” He pointed to gem he’d fashioned into a brooch on his scarf. ”It was the only thing I kept with me after the pirates fished me out of the sea. It was too much to be chance, so I swore I’d go looking into it myself, and we set sail for the Wind Shrine.”
Faris bit his tongue. Now that was an awkward memory, looking back at all of it. But it was one Lenna deserved to be told. He glanced at her again, frowning a little as he let her take it all in. ”That about takes care of the beginnings of it at least. Does that make sense to you, or do I just sound daft?”
Post by Faris Scherwiz on Jun 17, 2018 19:25:13 GMT -6
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Faris is so nervous
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
His relief soured as Lenna continued. She didn’t remember anything else about herself or where she came from. Just him, but that was enough. It was something at least, and in this place, something wasn’t anything to sneeze at. Faris nodded along with her concerns, shielding the sadness from his eyes so she wouldn’t worry for him. Lenna was the kind to put his pain over her own even in a time like this. Faris didn’t want to give her the chance.
She took a few slow breaths, collecting herself, before asking if there was anywhere they could go to talk. Faris glanced at the onlookers passing by. They were too scared to interfere after Faris had told the first few off, but that didn’t stop them all from staring -- the nosy bastards. They were making Lenna self-conscious, and that was enough to stir the storm inside of him like a gale wind.
If he’d been alone, he would have squared his shoulders, straightened his back, and given them all hell for daring to bother his sister. But there were more important things to worry about now. He didn’t have a choice but to swallow back his anger until Lenna was out of harm’s way.
”Aye. I’ve been haunting this kingdom for a year at least. More than that, if the tides can be trusted. I’ll bring you somewhere safe. You’ll be back to your old self before you know it!”
A good attitude. That’s what she needed. Support and confidence! Faris thrust himself to his feet and offered her a hand and a shoulder to lean on if she needed it. Lenna was everything now. Something to hold onto. Someone who wouldn’t leave him. Aye, maybe they’d go adventuring together again! But not now. Now was a time for rest and recovery. And like hell was he going to let anything get in their way.
”I’ve mostly been staying at taverns. But you wouldn’t much like the kinds of places I’ve been, would you? I’ve got a bit of gil saved up from some hunts I’ve done to keep the streets safe. I’ll find something better for you. I know a few places…” In all honesty, he had no idea what kind of room would be up to Lenna’s standards. She was a princess, after all, and a proper one at that. She wasn’t adverse to camping or common inns when the time called for it, but the kind of places that Faris tended to frequent…
He’d need somewhere a tad less...violent.
And he found it though it wasn’t anywhere he’d been before. He mourned the lightness of his coinpurse as he handed the money over, but it was worth it to keep it Lenna happy. He helped her upstairs, to their room (a private one, too, how long had it been since he’d had one of those?), and set her up near the window. Once he finally had her settled, he found that he didn’t quite know what to do with his hands. He threaded them together uneasily.
”That’s that, then,” he said, perching on the edge of a writing desk. ”What should I start with? Tycoon? Our battles together? I can spin a story like a spider spins silk! Or do you need something first?” His fingernails bit into the back of his hand. ”Just say the word.”
Post by Faris Scherwiz on Jun 8, 2018 8:33:02 GMT -6
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Family reunions. <33
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
Lenna didn’t have much to say. She echoed a few of his words, rubbed at her forehead, and then she fell.
Faris rushed forward in an instant, catching her in his arms and holding her upright by the shoulders. There she was. Pale. Wincing. Eyes squinted in pain, and it was all Faris could do just to stare at her as he kept her at least halfway upright. ”Lenna…” The word came out quietly, more for himself than for her. Then his brain caught up to him and he started spitting out whatever came to mind. ”Hold on! It’ll be alright. I can help! I’ll-!” but he didn’t know what to do. Not for amnesia, not for a fainting spell, not for whatever had taken hold of his sister’s head. So he just winced and set her down slowly in the street, still propped up against him. ”Hold on,” he muttered again. ”I’m here.”
She pushed away from him before he could lay her down, falling to one knee in the process. Faris let her take her distance, but kept his hands out cautiously just in case she lost balance again. His mind raced with questions. What was wrong with her? What had happened? Was she going to be okay? and he didn’t have an answer to a single one. He was used to danger he could fight off with a sword and smirk, but this was something else entirely. This was a sickness that he couldn’t fight and he couldn’t magic away. It made him feel small. Like a child again in the face of a vast, stormy sea. He couldn’t do a damn thing, not even for the person he cared for the most. And her eyes held a current of pain.
There were others now that stopped or stalled to look between them. A few men asked if there was anything they could do, and all Faris could do was shake his head or shoot them with a deadly glare so that they’d both be left alone. He kept a close eye on her, careful not to move too close or too far until she finally spoke her first words.
”F-Faris…?”
His eyes widened. ”Aye! Aye, that’s me. Faris! You remember, don’t you?” Her eyes were unfocused when she looked at him, but there was something there, surely. A spark. Her hand touched at his arm just above the wrist.
”You are not a dream. You are right here. Faris…”
He stared at her before nodding quickly. ”Aye, I’m here. Right here, Lenna.” He placed his hand on top of hers without looking away. ”Whatever happened, I’m here. Not going anywhere. I’m-”
She threw herself forward and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Faris froze, blinking into the sunlight. Her voice was soft as she whispered, ”Sister. It is really you.”
And it was as though those words broke his spell. Faris let out a ragged breath and brought his hands up around the small of her back. ”Aye,” he said again. His voice trembled with the effort. ”Aye. You remember.” All the fear that had seized his breast like the ocean’s chill left him then in a swell of relief. Lenna wasn’t like Galuf. She wasn’t doomed to wander the world without a clue in the world as to show she was or how she’d got there. Lenna was back from that far shore, and she wouldn’t leave it again. Faris had brought her to her right mind.
Post by Faris Scherwiz on Jun 6, 2018 14:08:47 GMT -6
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FARIS IS NOT OKAY
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
There was something very wrong with Lenna.
It didn’t take Faris more than a second to notice it. There was something off about her usually bright eyes. Something slow that didn’t quite connect the way it always had before. Her smile was dull. Her reflexes, dim. And Faris was already frowning even before Lenna opened her mouth and confirmed everything he was only just starting to fear.
”May I ask who you are and how it is that you know me?” Those words were like a cannonball dropped straight through his gut. Lenna didn’t know him. Her memory was…
”Lenna.” He stared at her more desperately than he’d ever stared at anything in his life. ”You know me. Aye! We traveled the world together! Battled all sorts of beasts and villains! You’re from the shores of Tycoon and so am I! We’re-!” His tongue cut off before the word ”sisters.” He couldn’t take it. His heart couldn’t. He took her hands in his and raised them imploringly.
”You have to remember! If you’ve got amnesia...Aye, that must be what it is! But Galuf...He remembered once he saw the face of Krile! So you have to...When you look at me! Remember!”
Her other words lingered in the back of his mind. Washed ashore. Half-drowned. Alone for days. It was just like with Faris when he’d first found himself alone on the beaches of this city, but at least he’d remembered where he came from. He’d seen countless people since then just like him but without his sailor’s luck. He’d met people with hazy pasts, people who couldn’t recall their own home, and even someone who’d lost his own name. He’d grown used to the chaos of it all, but this was different. This was someone he knew.
This was Lenna.
”It’s me. Faris.” His voice came out quieter than usual. Pleading. ”You know me!”
Post by Faris Scherwiz on Jun 6, 2018 10:22:11 GMT -6
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Sorry this took so long!
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
It was good that Faris wasn’t the type to need other people because if he was, he’d have gone over the deep end ages ago. It wasn’t just his missing crew (they were long gone, where it was they’d ended up) or even the other warriors of Light back in Tycoon or Bal or wherever it was that Bartz wandered off to. Faris missed them something fierce, but he was the kind of make friends easily, and to keep moving forward rather than looking back. But it was the other names that threw the biggest punches. New names that he’d just started to get used to before they were cruelly ripped away.
Names like Eillien -- that fierce dragoon woman with a sharp wit, a loose tongue, and a spear to make a dark knight jealous. Names like Douken (the dunce) and Aria and of course, that other Warrior who couldn’t tell him his name, but who Faris cared for all the same. These wounds were fresher than the others because they’d come with a new hope rather than old ones. Aye, you can move on from the past. Aye, there’ll be more friends, more adventures, more fights and follies and people to meet.
But none of it lasted. That was the cruelest trick of all.
So as Faris loitered about the town of Torensten, leaned up against some old rubble or another, he was just as alone as he ever was and just as aimless too. He’d spent a while in search of Chaos (pointless) and the Warrior (gone) and he might as well never have left the city for all the good it did him. Maybe he could set up a life here without all the bravado and pretense. Maybe if he left behind the whole sense of “progress,” he’d finally manage something that was even a little worthwhile.
But staying here -- giving up -- that would mean leaving behind his world forever.
Faris closed his eyes. Krile he could stand to lose. She was a smart kid and a damn good fighter at that, but she’d be fine in her castle in Bal whether Faris ever saw her again or not. Bartz was a little more tricky. He could take care of himself, that was for sure, but Faris had grown an odd affection for him that was hard to shake. Still, if their paths never met again, Faris would hardly be surprised. They were both like wanderers on the wind and that was that.
But Lenna…
Faris shook his head before the very thought of her could wrench his heart in two. Lenna, the only family he’d ever known. A kind-hearted woman with a fierce sense of justice and a drive to throw herself into hell and back if it was for the good of Tycoon. He’d left her behind to sail the seas, but that didn’t mean he’d never missed her. He’d wanted to come back. He’d wanted to see her, but the courts of Tycoon made him cringe the same way he did when he heard the word “princess.” He’d been foolish to stay away for so long. If only he’d’ve stopped by more than once in a blue moon. If only he’d stayed away from the rougher seas and kept his sights on what really mattered. If only…
A flash of color caught his eye. Pink. It was the kind of shade that made his heart jump, but he’d been disappointed before. There were always new strangers here with odd senses of style and manners. It wasn’t her. It couldn’t be, and yet…
His eyes lingered on it. That flash of color. And then he a twinge of gold, a short orange dress, a necklace that bobbed with a pendant in glittering red…
His breath stopped in his throat as the woman turned his way. There she was. Without a shadow of a doubt and clear as the open seas. "Lenna."
”Lenna!” he said again, louder now as his tongue returned to him. ”Lenna, is that-?” His mind couldn’t keep up with him. It was like time itself had slowed in the face of something so familiar. His sister.
He was on his feet in a second, running towards her. He grabbed her shoulder and pulled her around to face him head on, and as soon as he saw her like this -- up close and so familiar -- he couldn’t help but laugh. ”It is you! No doubt about it! Lenna! I’ve looked high and low for you! Where have you been?”
