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These are little short stories I've written over time, some are fully written others are placeholders for ideas that haven't been finished.
Most of these are written as 'THE' WOL

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Beautiful

Written in a swapping perspective.May be rewritten later.This story details some of the goings on when Warrior of Light duo Ami Silvergard and Ozalie Varoux give chase against Thordan and his Knights in The Vault.

Inconsolable, a word often used to describe a person who is experiencing extreme negative emotions, oft times used to describe an earth shattering sadness.We hear this word used, we understand it's meaning and can draw a line between the dots of these thoughts for what it should mean and imagine what it must feel like, what it might look like.Artists and sculptors in the past and today portray this sadness in a tragically beautiful way. They drape their depressed subjects across lavish furniture or picturesque forestry. They painstakingly place their subjects features in such a way that when you look at them in anguish you are first taken by their beauty and not the depth of their emotion.You see their perfect tears and you feel desire, a want to be cared for in such a beautiful way.This is wrong.It is fake.It’s all for show, real inconsolable sadness is ugly…it's violent, when they say earth shattering, it. is. literal. The very air shudders at the depth of your pained screams as you suffer, the weight of your loss a physical threat to those around you.It is hopelessness, and there is no beauty in it.It is not beautiful, In these gilded halls of pristine marble and glistening gold.It is not beautiful, sending our foes to their makers as we fail to show them the error of their masters.It is not beautiful, as we give chase to capture the ones responsible for concealing the true history of Ishgard, of perpetuating a cycle that has kept so many under their thumb.It is not beautiful….It happens in the span of seconds, the Lance of pure light cutting through the air…I had barely managed to turn around throwing a shield up to try to block the hit, but it didn't last for more than a moment. I can still hear their voices ringing in my ears.I don't have any time to react, I see my shield break in front of me. I feel Cogni tear himself from my grasp, his papers spill out of his binding and pull me to the ground just in time to avoid being impaled…I hear them, call my name for just a moment…just a moment before I hear her scream his, and it is not beautiful….The firmament shakes with the weight of her scream as the light pierces Haurchefant. My blood runs cold, time becomes a nebulous concept, he's just been hit, she's by his side, I'm scrambling to my feet to reach them.She's crying.I'm crying.He's smiling.Our hands are on his wound, Lashes stares after the airship carrying away our foes. I have Lupe tie a pact to Haucherfant. She grits her teeth, I know she wants to argue but she does it without a word, her red eyes glance my way with worry. I dont have time to wonder why, and dont have to wait long to understand, My lungs ache as our aether is cemented, it won't last, even if I poured every bit of us into this line, we can't save him…I look at Ami and frown behind my mask but she doesn't see anything else at this moment. This isn't beautiful…my chest burns but I keep the aether steady, I take his hand and squeeze, the pact doesn't connect us in every way, I don't feel my hand squeezing my own but I feel him squeeze back. I feel the blood filling his collapsing lung.I guide the aetherpact to stem the flow I only need to hold it for a moment as Ami’s magicks flood over the wound and seal it like it never even happened, His breath is still labored and wet but he breaths a little easier regardless. Everything I’ve learned feels like it's been for nothing, even if I rip him open here and now, even if we sucked all the aether from ishgard it would be too late. There’s just too much damage, Ami wont stop trying, her hands are coated in blood as she continues to pump aether into the wound, powerful white magics knit the wound together seamlessly, but the damage is done, his aether is slowly dwindling down to nothing, and my pact will kill us both if I don’t drop it.The air around us grows thinner with every second. white magic draws the aether from its surroundings to give life and she's desperate not to give up. I feel him squeeze my hand, I meet his eyes and know what he's going to say. I want to argue, I want to fight until the very last breath…but I cant, every past fight weighs heavy on me, on us. Every soul saved and every soul lost, my lungs burn as I squeeze his hand and pull down my mask, tears fall as I lean down and kiss the top of his head. My words ring loud in the air as I face the inevitable, “goodbye brother, rest well,” I try to speak evenly but my own voice betrays me. Ami shouts at me as I stand up, her eyes are fierce as she pins them on me, I shake my head my own tears running down my face as I give them some space.“The pact wont hold much longer, and you’ve nothing left to heal Ami…” Lupe mutters still holding onto the tether that binds our aether to this plane. The fae stays close, her small hands expertly weaving the aether to keep going for as long as possible. Ami makes a pained noise, a scoff maybe, its hard to tell over her tears.I lean against the rail to the bridge a ways away from them and fall to my knees. I want to go after them, I want to find that knight and skin him alive, but in this moment…everything is too heavy. It both feels like I just walked away and like i’ve been on my knees for hours when I feel the weight of our pact break, and with it I choke out a sob, I know it means he’s gone soon.I dare a look back to them and see her smile at him, even now in the dark he makes her smile. His hand falls limp in hers and he’s gone…she crumbles again screaming at the sky. I feel Lupe tug on me from afar and nod willingly giving her reign to switch places with me. Pushing away from the railing I move down to my knees and find myself next to Ami, right where Lupe sat weaving the pact.I see Lupe back where I stood vigil a ways away and nod my head to the only dooe to our location. She gives a curt nod before flying her way to the door to stop anyone that would dare interrupt us. I don’t know what to do, so I just sit silently beside her as she cries. I see Aymeric and his party come to the doorway and freeze in place, his looks like he wants to call out to us, but is stopped when Lupe appears at his shoulder. Shes too far away to hear, but I feel her intent, shes going to explain what happened and take our place to go over plans while we mourn. Aymeric sees me watching and nods before leading his party away.I sit with her until she cant scream anymore and her tears run dry, the sunsets around us and still I just sit. She talks about all the good times, and the bad times, she pets his hair and smiles sadly through her tears, and through it all it isnt beautiful. Eventually…she cant smile anymore, the sun has finally set and the dark of night is crawling across the last rays of sunlight. I feel Lupes warning as they climb the steps, and reach out silently to take Ami’s hand, she looks at me for the first time in a while and nearly breaks down again. I squeeze her hand in what I hope is a reassuring way as my own tears threaten to rear up again.I nod to the doorway just as Aymeric and his men come through, they’ve brought a stretcher and a pall for Haucherfaunt. She looks pained as her eyes linger on the finality of it all, Aymeric leads them and doesnt approach, he watches from afar until Ami nods.Again everything seems to happen simultaneously, aymerics men lay down the stretcher, Ami hesitates to let go. Aymeric and I help Ami to her feet, Aymeric offers Ami the pall to lay over him, she does. Aymeric takes Ami’s hands and gives her a heartfelt apology and reassurances of the justice to come. He nods to me before taking his leave to lead his men on their way to deliver Haucherfant to house Fortemp.I stand with her silently, just watching them leave, and it isnt beautiful. The dark sadness that looms over us, she’s never quite as bright as she was, that innocence that she had held onto through her life fading in the face of this tragedy. In the weeks that follow she bounces back and forth in her emotions, trying to put on a brave face as a warrior of light and ‘secretly’ crying herself to sleep…We find them, just under a month after his passing we take on thordan and his knights. Ami fights with a fire that I’d never seen before, her white magicks rip the life from everything around as she becomes the unstoppable force…and while she has her fill, while all their eyes wrest on her confrontation with the king ans his men.One magenta eye keeps itself locked on a lance.We make it home that evening, night hasnt even fallen, Ami is…restless, on one hand Thordan is gone, his knights as well, but here after it all, was it enough? Estaban approaches her at the tavern and silently passes her a slip of paper with a knowing look, a summons from her brother…‘Night, Meet me at my apartment…’The world isnt as beautiful anymore, everything feels duller, looks washed out. Things that once meant so much feel like they mean less now. Its dark out, the snowfall is thick tonight, walking up the steps to the ingleside apartments Ami looks confused, she hadnt even known Ozzy kept an apartment, much less one in the same subdivision as the tavern. She smiles a little rolling her eyes, ‘another room to fill with books’ she thinks as she looks at the crudely drawn map on the back of the paper.Her brow furrows as she realizes she isnt going in through the front…walking around the side of the building she finds herself walking down a wide dark alley.‘...oh-kaaaaaaay’ she muses to herself as she keeps walking, her heels clacking against the stone. Eventually she follows the alley to a dead end, a fountain surrounded by benches sits in the middle and there…her brother.He looks up to her from where he sits…he looks, scared. It startles her immediately and brings her eyes to search the shadows for danger. He shakes his head and stands, motioning for her to follow. He doesnt speak as he leads her through the only door here. He doesnt say anything has they step into the small apartment, a large stained glass window greeting them as they enter.She looks around with a curious smile, a big window to the left, a small kitchenette to the right.“Don’t tell me your lookin to leave me in the tavern alone now that we can leave ishgard again” She coo’s playfully turning to face her brother when she hears a gentle clicking noise. He stands next to the stained glass window holding a blade out to her, the handle to her in offering.The staind glass window is popped open, revealing itself to be a secret door. She furrows her brow but doesnt say anything as she takes the knife and walks through the stained glass. She isnt sure what she expected to find on the other side and maybe some part of her isnt as shocked as it should be when she lays eyes on the blood rusted floor and an autopsy table.Using the tip of the blade she peeks behind a long line of curtains just to the left of the stains glass and has to suppress a gasp. One of thordans knights…THE KNIGHT, she spins on her heel to look to Ozalie who stands with his ears down, sheepishly, scared.He looks to Ami with a silent plea for understanding and they just…stand. They arent sure who moves first but they find themselves standing there, in this rusted laboratory holding a dagger together and whispering to each other so softly that its almost to hard for them to hear themselves. Everything comes out then…confessions of what this place is, what happens here, how the tavern they never really open stays open.She listens to it all, and at the end he looks to the curtain with disdain knowing how the person behind it hurt them, their family. His silver eyes look to hers, “I don’t know about you…but I wasnt satisfied,” he admits as he looks to the dagger.A silent understanding lingers between them, if she wants to be part of this she can be, if she wants to leave she can, but he’s doing this, he wants her to know that he’s doing this and what he does…it will be beautiful.

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The Rescue

Written in 'Theodore Varoux's' perspective.Gleaner for the Sharlayan Archeology Dept of the Dravanian Outpost Theodore Varoux bites off more than he can chew when he's sent on an expedition into 'The Burn' to investigate the cliffs far under the mountain of Skatay after a Garlean attack on the mountains peak some weeks ago.

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The Call

Written in 'Gaius Van Baelsars' perspective.A peaceful evening in Terncliff turns sour when a familiar face from the past returns to haunt the ex-legatus once again.

Numb, that’s all I could feel nowadays, how far I have fallen, how faulty my own ambitions that I would be left in such a state. I wanted to do good, I truely honestly did, but…In the end I was just like the rest of my countrymen. Maybe I talked big, made a scene like I was mighter and morally correct. Really what did I accomplish thought, I thought the ends would justify the means, I tried to strongarm every adversary against me into surrender, I thought it would be better. I thought I was saving them by conquering them, but here I am sitting in a town I took part in destroying, surrounded by the remnants of families I killed…It’s hard to look around this town now…so many people lost, because of me, because of us. The bright blue sky above does nothing to silence the guilt rumbling in my chest. All I can see are the countless blue roofed buildings around me. Their white stone walls adorned with blue waves that look like flowers and fish that circle each other.“Father!” Allie calls out her gentle voice breaks me from my musing. He voice lighter and brighter than I’ve heard in months. She’s still learning to deal with the deaths of her siblings. The children I took in…a smile graces my lips as I turn to look to my daughter, the only good I have left. I was never a very present ‘father’ I never knew how much I was ‘allowed’ to do… I suppose I let my guilt get in the way of my role, I should have been more committed, but instead…what is the saying, about ‘wearing too many hats’. I tried to be too many things, a soldier, a savior, a father, a garlean… I smile up to the steps expecting to catch Allies eyes, her lilac purple eyes lined with a gentle glow of aether I would never understand.Instead, another pair of silver eyes catch my own, the eyes staring back at me however, glow gently with a power lurking dangerously just beneath the surface. A cold chill runs down my spine as the smile on my face drops, my heart quickens in my chest as I watch with a cold sweat formin on my brow. Those silver eyes watch me predatorily as they get closer and closer, lingering just behind Allie.Allie smiles as she clambers down the steps everything about her bright and cheerful, something that she hasnt been in a long time. In the crux of her elbow she carries a basket filled to the brim with all manner of treats spilling out of it. Cookies and chocolates, juice and wine, a variety of decadent luxuries that the small rebuilding people in Terncliff couldnt get freely at the moment.Trailing just behind Allie and towering over her small frame, a man in black leather from head to leporine toe. A figure the ex-legatus knows well by now, the mans usual goggles are tucked up into his split hair, black and white strands mixing in the wind as he follows behind the small au’ra. His gear clinks delicately as he moves down the stairs, vials and scalpels neatly tucked into the myriad of pockets adorning the aprons strapped straticially around his chirugeons jacket.Chains and medallions adorning his torso signify the mans position and rank. A chirugeon of the Twin Adder, a Captain, the padded paws of the healers feet stride down the steps toward me. Allie laughs, did he say something? Everything in my mind is hazy as I watch, panic settling into my bones as I loose focus on the sounds around me. The viera man stops short just next to Allie as she comes up to the bench I usually read on. She laughs again, rifling through the backet of treats with a bright smile.“Captain Varoux thank you so much for the basket, I’m sure the children are going to love these treats!” Allie cheers looking up to the healer. A slight shift beneath his black leather mask indicates a smile as he speaks, his voice neither all that deep nor all that high, a youthful mischievous tone. Roughish, I think is what they call it, he sounds too young for the way he carries himself. A child playing pretend, but I know this man now, fought him time and time again.Beneath that playful boyish voice, beneath the mask, beneath his rank and status as a ‘hero’, this man is a killer. I’ve stood on the recieving end of the viera’s ire and crumpled, a part of me wants to say its age, my own pride against the thought that this man, this ‘savage’ would best me... A bitter taste fills my mouth as I watch the pair interact, subconsciously my hand inches toward my gunblade. I don’t anticipate a fight to break out but the feel of my blade beneath my hand gives me a comfort I yearn for in these ‘visits’.A light laughter breaks from behind the warrior of lights mask, a gentle chuckle as he looks to Allie with kindness in his eyes. “I’m glad to hear that, I hope there is enough for everyone, ah before I forget though!” The viera exclaims before leaning forward to the basket.His silver eyes dart up to mine as he rifles through the basket, the ‘heros’ expression hidden from Allie as he makes a show of ‘rifling’ through the basket. The cold chill from the viera’s gaze sends a shiver down my spine as I withdrawal my hand from my blade. I shouldnt risk angering him anymore…theres no telling how this evening will go from here…“These are probably a little too rich for the childrens tastes,” Varoux hands a particular box to Allie. A rather large box lavishly decorated, an expensive looking gift. Allie flounders for a moment her lilac eyes wide as she traces her fingers over the embossing on the box.My ears ring as I stare at the box, sick to my stomach, what if he did something to those chocolates? He is a chirugeon, a talented alchemist, he surely has more than enough know how to poison chocolates without being detected. Hadn’t that already happened before? I remember hearing something about the Sultana’s attempted assassination by poison at the hands of a warrior of light, surely it wasnt this warrior of light….“I thought perhaps you and Avilina would enjoy them together over a well deserved break,” The smile behind the warriors mask is wide and graces his eyes as he speaks. He appears genuine but I know how easily that switch can be flipped. The cold indiscriminate rage that burns just under the surface of the warriors composure.“Oh! Thats so kind of you! Thank you so much! Ah I must tell Avilina right away and make plans to pass these out to the children!” Allie smiles bowing politely to the Adder Captain before taking up the basket and nearly skipping back up the steps excitedly.The air between us becomes cold quickly without her here…I almost want to call out to her, ask her to come back. No one would ever believe me, if I told them how the warrior of light comes to torture me every few months. A silence settles between us as the viera examines the bottle of wine he took from the basket. My heart refuses to settle, anxiety crawling up my back with every step the chirugeon takes toward me. Varoux’s paws come to stand still just in view, the young soldier standing directly before where I sit.I hear the wine being uncorked but refuse to look up to the viera, an overwhelming dread creeps down my neck as I feel those silver eyes on me. Judgement, anger, pity, grief, a myriad of emotions dance together in the my stomach as I sit before the warrior. My ears still ringing as I feel the cold air wafting from around the warrior, why does it always seem to get colder when he’s around…will these sins never release me…I can hear it now echoing in my head, the screams of those people…The snow high atop Skatay, that biting chill that perhaps could compare to Garlemald in one way or another, they were certainly high up enough for it to be so frigid. ‘We need you to take position at this location, the range must come under our control’ I didnt even question it, I took my orders and moved with my legion to take the location under whatever means necessary. I was a soldier…a good soldier…My breathing becomes heavy as the voices become clearer in my mind. My vision blurring as I recall the day, like it’s being forced upon me. It was the first time I called a retreat…it was the only time I called a retreat. I should have asked more questions, I should have done my own reconnaissance before the mission.I didn’t, I directed my men in their airships over the small village under the snow. The viera there had never attacked us before, no matter how often we flew overhead. They didnt care about sharing the sky, they just wanted their forest safe. They hadnt thought anything of it when we approached, they didnt even look up at us…not until we stopped…I remember them, the women shouting below, a language I wasnt famliar with, they tried to wave the ships away pointing to a small clearing not far off…a translator muttered to me as they cried out. They thought we needed aid, that the ship was going to land, they had warned us that we were right above their burrow….It was the confirmation we needed…so I made the order…and we fired, our missles pierced the snow and poured out tons of blue ceruleum fire into the mountain. The eruption of screams was immediate, the women running to the burrow digging with their hands to make way for those trapped inside. The ships began to land, and the fighting broke out, war drums alerted neighboring burrows, warrens and soon the ships were swarmed with abnormally large viera.The people in the villages at the topmost point of the range grew much bigger than their own brothers and sisters further down the mountain. The thin air dense with aether helped them grow large, their men ranging anywhere from 6’5” to 7’0” tall, while their women could reach an astonishing 8’0”. The old villages high on this mountain retained a large portion of their more animal features as well. Their feet the most noticeable of old traits, standing on digitigrade paws they look more akin to beasts than man.I remember taking up arms as I made for the gangway as the war hounds were released. I had no idea what he was stepping into…Soldiers and ‘Savages’ clashed in the snow…. all the while children cried.Stepping off the gangway I fought alongside my legion, one after another, large viera came at us. I should have known something was off, they seemed so distracted, so many warriors coming to strike us down held tears in their eyes as they tried to fight. I blamed it on being young, inexperienced, like that rectifies my ignorance.As I made my way thought the battlefield I eventually saw the truth of what I had done. The truth of what was happening around me and not just the men I was leading. For a moment it was like I stood outside my body, like I wasnt myself and could see objectively.The bodies of children laid scattered against the snow, young children some barely old enough to read. Most barely old enough to learn to read…I can feel my heartbeat pounding in my head just like then, my blade slipping from my grasp as the world spins around me. This wasnt right, my breath suddenly coming out in bursts as I began to hyperventalate. I had done many things for my country, for my people, but I always did it with pride, in knowing that what I did was for the greater good not just for Garlemald but for all.There was no good in this…They hadnt said anything, I had no idea this was a rearing village. I never would have fired had I known! Women and men alike fought against the soldiers all while trying to save their young, mere toddlers charred bodies falling apart in their mothers arms. As parents clamber to pull their young from the burrow.Snarls and screams rip my attention away from the impact sight to a dense treeline not far from where I stood watching the aftermath. There amidst the chaos, a smaller pit of burning cerulreum and two children…one child cowering and backed against a tree…wide silver eyes stare on in horror, tears pouring down their face as another child around the same age is ripped apart infront of them…The war hounds…Bile rises in my throat as I can only watch in abject horror at what I’ve done, what’s happening under my command. I’m numb as I move, as I scream out to my men, scrambling to lift my forgotten blade, the weight of it suddenly so much heavier in my hand, heavier than its ever been. I rush to the children bringing my blade down quickly and ending the hounds as fast as I can.Its too late for the child they had in their jaws..nothing but a pile of blood and innards remain of the poor soul. A circular pendant rests against the bloodied snow of their remains, I’m so cold as I lift the pendant from the pool of blood. I recognize a singular letter ‘J’ the rest of the writing on the stone pendant seems to be in the language of this tribe.Looking away from the pendant and up to the treeline for the the remaining child my heart breaks. I’ve been respected, I’ve been feared, but never have I been looked at in the way this child looks at me now. True horror, to be looked at not as a man, but as a monster, a nightmare that will haunt dreams. I tucked the ‘J’ pendant into my jacket as I moved slowly toward the remaining child, I can hardly hear myself amidst the chaos. My men steadily making to retreat and get their hounds under control while grieving giants retailiate the death of their children.I know I’m trying to speak, but I can't hear myself, I don’t know how loud i’m speaking, or what words are coming out. I know I’ve trying to comfort the child, to reach out and beg for forgiveness, to assure the child that I’m not going to hurt them, that this was a mistake.The child is small, large silver eyes that catch the light and reflect it back at him. Their hair is split down the center black and white, ears that seem a bit too big for their head. Their bundled up tightly, it looks like an adult had gotten them to safety before the missle impacted, at least mostly. Some scrapes and cuts, but nothing life threatening, a bad burn on their calf would be the worst of it from what I could tell from a distance.I moved so slowly reaching out for the child, just barely reaching the runt before a hound howls from behind me. The little one startles the howl ripping the child out of their fearful stupor. I had only barely managed to grasp the childs pendant as they jerk away and begin running into the trees, the hound chasing after them into the surrounding woods. I tried to give chase, crying out for the hound to stop, for my men to cage the hounds. I dont make it but a couple steps before my legs are sinking into the snow, the burrow below slowly collapsing.Hot tears fill my eyes as I struggle against my own feet in the snow, how had this happened. How had everything gone so wrong so fast. Why would they order this, how could anyone order this. A shrill shriek pulls me from my wallowing long enough for me to pull my blade up and fire off a round of shots to the dog giving chase against the child. My shots hit and the hound is sent careening off course, slamming into a tree before falling limp against the snow. If its the only good thing that I do today at least that child should survive…I call out orders to retreat again as I pull myself from the snow, only to find myself dropped back into it forcefully. A tall white furred hrothgar woman shoulders into me knocking me to my back before piercing my shoulder with an axe. She twists the blade of her axe deep as I struggle to grasp the handle and keep her from ripping my shoulder from my body. She shouts at me but I cant understand her right now, everything just became too much. I look up to her trying to find my voice and speak, apologize? A vicious scar mares the side of the warrior womans face revealing her fangs and teeth beneath her cheek. She moves to strike again her piercing silver white eyes full of hate…until falling still above me. A broken noise escaping what remains of her lips as she collapses to her knees.Her eyes are fixated on the pendant still in my hand, she reached for it, her clawed fingertips brushing over the dark red painted beads spilling out of the broken string.

“V…” she mutters gently taking the pendant from my hand, holding it closely, blood from the my hands stains the ouside of the pendant. The woman chokes on a sob as she looks over the stone, she begins to shake as her eyes fall to the iviserated body of the child eaten by the hounds. Tears spill over her eyes, running rivers across her pristine white fur as she clambers on her knees to the pool of remains.Her long white hair staining intself red as she wails and crys over the pool of the child. ‘V’...the child that ran into the woods…I try to speak up to tell her about the other child but my voice is lost. As I stand among the devastated village I can’t find it in me to say anything, I’ve always led my men with purpose, with honor.There was no honor in this, no purpose was worth this cost, I don’t even retrieve my blade as I retreat from the crying woman. Only looking back to her as they closed the gangplank to the airship.“Reminiscing_{” The chirurgeon coo’s tauntingly, he pulls away his mask, a rare display of the viera’s face.}I cant help but stare after that memory, he looks so much like the white furred warrior, despite taking after his father he shares a striking resemblance to that hroth woman. The same shape of their eyes, their color, the texture of their hair, the way they sneer in hate… The viera brings the wine bottle to his lips taking a long drink before sighing to himself and passing the bottle to me.The viera watches me as I roll the bottle between my hands looking over the label. Its an expensive bottle, the paper is smooth and well decorated, I never understood why he bothers bringing such nice bottles for these visits. I can feel the dizzying ache in the back of my mind as another memory forces its way into my mind.It’s the first time I spoke to the viera, truely spoke to him. Long after having found that missing child again, in eorzea, the new ‘warrior of light’. Eorzeas weapon against the empire, the child I had run from their home…I would kill him, again, every swing of my blade, every manuver within Ultima weighed heavy as I had to face what had become of that child.All grown up, a soldier, a respected healer, a scholar, and deceptivly violent. I saw the eorzean soldier flip a switch in himself, to be able to go from kind and benevolent to elbow deep in another mans innards. He moves with purpose, with intent, anger, a festering anger that’s been cultivating over twenty one long years.And there was no one else to blame but themselves… I had thrown a fit upon returning home from skatay, demanding to know why they needed that location. Only to find they hadnt…a rival had set me up, intending for me to fail, lose resources and make a mockery of the empire, thus opening my position as legatus. In the end I was given leave while the woman who set me on the mission was tried for treason.I never went back to that village, not that I could even if he wanted too, airships can no longer fly over that range now. The viera who rule the range now rule its skies as well, any ship that dares fly overhead is brought down, Its inhabitants killed and displayed among the woods.My heart hammering in my chest calms a little as I take a long drink from the bottle. The wine is delicious, not bitter or dry, but not overly sweet, it bubbles on my tongue as I drink. Taking a breath I get my heart under control before returning my gaze to the healer, looking out over the horizon. The Gridanian soldier pays no attention to me now, he just exists in my presence…leaning against the gaurd rail over the cliff the viera sighs to himself closing his eyes and feeling the breeze rushing along the cliffs from the churning waters below.A pawed foot comes up to rub absently at his right calf, right where the child was burned all those years ago. He looks…content, but I know he’s not, the chirugeon keeps coming here. Despite his task being done, his duty fulfilled, something akin to a choked sob tries to break itself free from my mouth as another wave of memories attacks the back of my head making my vision swim. I quickly down another long drink to drown it out as the viera’s past words ring loudly in his ears.The day we finally met, face to face, no Ultima weapon, no Ascians, just them. Not as a soldier and their victim but a Soldier and a defector…I can still feel the cool air picking at my skin as I approached them that day amidst the white ash sands of ‘The Burn’. I remember the look on that elezen girls face as she cried out for her brother, Lord Hien and that Ninja woman Yugiri escorting the young elezen away with Alphinauds body back to their base.It should have been so hot, but the air was cool as I stood before him for the first time. Ozalie Varoux a warrior of light, one of eorzeas champions. The viera stayed, staring almost blankly at the me like if he looked away I would disappear, just an apperition among the sands. After a moment I sent Severa and Vaudeaulin away to speak with the warrior alone.Staring across the way to the warrior who stands against the guardrail I want to scream. I can’t stand these memories, I just want it all to be over, these memories I cant be rid of, the guilt, the shame. When I took in my ‘children’... I cant deny that some part of my felt like I had too, for the children I had killed that day. I used to wonder what would have happened if I had managed to hold onto the child back on that mountain.Would I have let go? Would I have ended up taking the child with me? Could I have absolved myself of my wrongs by giving that child everything, by ensuring that they never wanted for anything; could I make up for what I did. The nightmares I caused…tears threaten to race from my eyes as I continue to drink from the bottle. I begin to sway in my seat as I get closer and closer to the bottom.‘Nightmares? Hah!... no, no Baelsar I don’t dream of you, after all, I’m not a child, and I don’t run from monsters anymore_’Varoux’s voice echos in my ears, there, standing against the white ash sands of the burn. When I finally got a chance to learn what had happened to that child. I wish I never found out, I wish I retired, I should have given up my rank, my title. Defected to eorzea and lived as a hermit in the twelveswood.‘Like it was ever going to be easy, you want to know the truth of it Baelsar, you took everything from me, I lost my mother, I lost my friends, my home, I fell from the mountain I was raised on, down here, to these shitty white sands…yea! Gaius… I fell off the mountain all the way into ‘The Burn! I was beaten, and broken, I couldn't think straight I was bleeding…I WAS SIX’Varouxs voice screams in my mind as I drink, tears flowing freely as I try to find peace at the bottom of the bottle. This was the one and only time I’d ever seen anything beyond complete disinterest on the viera’s face. This one conversation that plays every time he comes here, every single one of these visits. Every time he forces me to relive these events…‘I was lost, and alone, and the only thing I knew was that I could never go back home, once you leave you don’t get to go back! That's what they always say…’The echo of Varoux’s voice was so broken, I almost tried to speak out loud as the floor began to shift beneath me. I wanted to apologize to the ghost in my head…Even now I see it, that day in The Burn how the warrior had stood tall despite tears nearly spilling over in those reflective silver eyes. For just a moment he was vulnerable and small again, just a child that the empire would trample over.‘The things out here…I’d never seen anything like them before, I…I thought surely I must have died, this is hell, I’m dead and in hell and this is my life now…’ Varoux held himself tightly, his arms crossed over his chest, his shoulders high as he glared at the ash sand.‘It was so hot, I'd never experienced anything but the snow before…I-It’s silly…heh I-I thought I was on fire…’ Varoux’s eyes stared hauntingly on the flaky carcass of a long dead gigaworm a ways away, tears spilling from his eyes as he holds himself together.Just kill me, I plead silently to any God that would listen. The echoing experience of the past dancing in my head as I try to not listen. Try to block out how much worse it gets, no one should have to go through more than one harrowing experience in their lifetime. NO ONE SHOULD HAVE TO GO THROUGH ONE HARROWING EXPERIENCE...and here I am the face of all this man's misfortune.'I ended up stranded out there for a few weeks, I was so close to dead…my injuries were mostly infected by then, everything hurt, I was starving…one of those gigaworms…’ Varoux held out his arm arching it tall like hes making a huge wave.‘arched right over my head, I ended up spending my last few days in the burn tucked between this rock formation because it scared me to bad, I was sure I was going to be eaten just like ‘J’’ Varoux whispers the closer he gets to the end, he doesnt want to think about what happened. I can’t blame him…For a brief moment I remember feeling a pang of hope, ‘those last few days’ someone came for him. He made it out, of course he did, he’s standing here alive, he of course made it out.‘A man appeared then, he fancied himself an ‘archeologist’ heheh…he was more of a glorified gleaner, he was brilliant sure, he knew lots of stuff, but…gods was he goofy, he used to sing these little songs just narrating his own actions or thoughts,’ Varoux wipes his eyes smiling sadly to himself trying to keep down a soft laugh as he singsongs mimicking the man in his story.‘dont cry dont cry_{, lit-tel baby-feeeet, don’t cry} guuunna get you to a doc.tor~ guuunna get you feelin’ right, guuunna feed your till your bur-sting~ just please bay. bee. feet. dont. cry_{’ hahahahaah g-gods they were awful’ Varoux scrubs at his face as he tries to stop his own tears. I remember asking myself back then, how long had it been since he had let himself cry over this? He went through so much, he must have grown up so fast…}Ozalie’s voice sang in my head, a broken sob escaping the warrior as the phantom conversation repeated in my mind. Speaking about his ‘father’ in an earnest way tore the healer apart, every word that passed from the eorzean made me squirm. I listened though, I listened to the very end, till Varoux had said his peace and made his promise to me.‘He took care of me, ended up adopting me…he made me feel like I had a home even when everyone else made me feel like I didn’t belong, not smart enough to be with them but then…I had become too much like them to ever be what I was again…’ Varoux leaned against the side of the airship as he spoke, picking at the hem of his sleeves as he talks.‘In the end I guess it didnt matter…the garlean invasion in ala mhigo would claim my second home from me,’ the viera nods moving to hold himself tightly once more, his silver eyes refusing to even look in my direction.Sharlayan, of course the Sharlayans would be the ones to save him. Dravania…It probably felt a bit familiar to him, a little like his burrow, more like he was living among the foothills but still… High enough that the air felt right to him, the crisp cool mountain air, it would have been the best place for him…Of course we would take that away from him too… the bottle in my hand is nearly empty now. I try to pull away from the ache in my mind, but I know that it wont stop. Soon enough it continues and more of these memories play behind my eyes. The warrior of light pays me no heed, he doesn't look the least bit concerned…he just continues to stare out over the ocean.‘He didnt take me back to old sharlayan after the exodus, he thought it wouldn't be the right place for me…we visited a few times, I had a ‘proper’ education,’ Varoux roles his eyes as he speaks with a fond smile despite the anger and frustration bubbling below.‘but…he didnt want me to only know how too run, so much had been taken from me already, I begged them…to stay, to fight… I loved them, it…it was my home…and I lost them again, but this family…didnt care to fight to stay together like my first family tried too…father took me to gridania then, it was…different, snow isnt common in the twelveswood but the forest…felt like home nonetheless,’Bile churns in his stomach knowing where this phantom of the warrior is going. The echo of their conversation dancing in his mind, he wants to sway it off course, was there a single good memory in here…‘That didnt end up lasting long either though did it…soon enough you came for eorzea as a whole…and brought dalamud with you,’The bottle slips from my fingers as I recall the vieras eyes on me then. Anger, burning, searing hate as he spat venom at this pathetic old man.‘A third time then you came for Gridania and this time…we fought, I fought, twenty one years old a budding chirurgeon that would soon…soon be a field surgeon, stapling his friends back together while the people that have tormented me from the age of six try to drop a planet sized dragon on our heads, did anyone even question it? Back in Garlemald? Did anyone ask why the nation staunchly against primal summoning, summoned a primal to wipe us out?...fucking hypocrites’HE had hated it, Van Darnus’ meteor project, the summoning of Dalamud. He hated the very thought of it. He knows he tried to help them then, to foil the plot and help save eorzea but…did it really matter? He was so critical after anyway wasnt he, ‘why dont you summon your twelve like you did in cartenou’... that anger then, the mention of that war, he was sure the viera would kill him…but he didnt.He laughed, lightly like there was no weight bearing down on him. He smiled at me as we stood there sharing a bottle among the ash sands of the Burn. Supplies had been handed out and come morning they would be parting ways. At that time though, all I wanted was to hear the warriors tale, to know how this story would end.‘and that's the end…after everything, we won, we saved our home this time…but you took him from me, you killed my father,'His movements were slow, precise as he moved around me. Circling me as a predator would, I was already working through my thoughts. It was a war, they were soldiers, he knew the risk, the cost of the fight. In the end these were all excuses though weren't they…what justification could I make. It was my view that agreed with them that they were savage, lesser.'And ya know what the real slap to the face was, after ALL THIS TIME, DO YOU KNOW WHAT REALLY FUCKING STUNG!' The healer screamed in his mind, angry hot tears pouring from the ghost warriors eyes as he vented his angers on the ex-legatus in his memories.'When I found him, when I was trying to save him…I…he always wore a’ The ghost of my memories motions wildly trying to piece together the words. His palm covers his forehead and a weight drops in my stomach.‘…he was garlean…'My heart had stopped in my chest as I processed the warriors words. He was raised, by a garlean? A defector? Or was this a spy…he didn't know?…his father never said anything? How? Why?!…a million thoughts raced through my mind. Asking myself how the warrior must have felt. If the warrior thought it was all a trick, some garlean ploy that was foiled when his 'father died…or what if he thought the ploy was abandoned because of him, that he wasn't good enough. Did he want to be? For his father, even if he was garlean.I can still feel it, the warmth in my chest at the thought. That even through all the bad the child I uprooted still loved, and could love them. It wasn't garlemald or the garleans he hated, it was me…just me…'I screamed at him, trying to put him back together there in the middle of the battlefield, 'why, why didn't you tell me, did you think I wouldn't love you? Were you hiding from someone? Was it not safe? Was I not good enough?' …Connie… Kann-e-Senna, she found us, tried to save him while I was called away to aid another front…she was attacked after I left, he…we never found him after that…I don't know of he died or…or if he's out there somewhere…if he is though…he never came back for me…I guess…I wasn't enough,'

I wanted to reach out to the warrior then, If I could find the words I’d reassure the champion of his place in it all, surely he can't really think so little of himself. Hes…one of the saviors of this land he's thwarted countless plots and summonings to save…everything.'Its frustrating, I spose I should have known that he was either garlean or at least smypathetic to them…I mean he took me in,’ the warrior shrugs looking at me with purpose. I sucked in a breath then and watched as the man I knew was only part viera ran his hand through his long bangs pushing his hair back messing behind his ears.An eye…a third eye, just like mine, but…more. Split just like the warriors hair, the eye in the center of his forehead is colored half white and half black. It strikes me that this must be part of his hroth blood, their people are also known for growing horns on occasion. That must have allowed this eye to form as it has and even retain some of its white color instead of fully black as is common for half garleans. I tried to stop the thrumming in my chest, the pride I felt, I had no right to it, but some part of me felt good knowing one of the warriors of light shared even a drop of our blood. That maybe somewhere in all this we wont just be the bad guys…‘…spose now all that's left is what comes next'Varoux smiled then, leftover tears in his eyes as he looked across the white sands of the burn to me. I held my head in my hands as the memory played out.'You probably think, I want you dead_{” The ghost spoke in a song, a lilt to his voice as he smiles his fangs peeking from behind his lips as he comes closer. “no…no Baelsar, I don't want you dead, I want you to live} can you guess why?”I swallowed thickly as Varoux stepped over to me, lifting the dropped bottle of wine and taking a drink as he moved to stand in front again.'I want you to live, because one day your gonna call for me, just like everyone else…you're gonna need my help, and I'll be there~ I promise you I'll be there,’ the ghost coos in a breath clawed hands gripping tightyly at my coat keeping me in place.“If only to see what could be so important to the big bad wolf, and when that day comes Gaius I'm gonna take from you just as much as you took from me,” the whispered threat echos, venom dripping from the vieras lips, silver eyes glare into my own before pushing away and sauntering off, pulling his mask back into place and retaking his cool demeaner.I sobbed into my hands, my shoulders shaking as the vieras voice faded away. Echos of my children playing in my head as I cried. Why did stay away for so long…why didn't i go back to them, instead of running off on this hunt for the ascians…Watching him carefully varoux knelt down to me reaching out for as i wept silently."Please…" i cried quietly as the healer touched my face.Those gently glowing silver eyes stare down at me, emotionless, calculating. The vieras gloved hand strokes along my cheekbone as i cry. a mix of guilt and alcohol running the show now as i sit at the champions mercy."Please just kill me…" i plead, reaching out grabbing hold of the scholars coat. I can't do this anymore…it had been months since i lost my other children, and still the viera came to them. Everytime he came he showered the children with gifts, he brought something new for Allie…and a bottle of something for our night together..He'd always take the first drink, before handing the bottle to me. Then he'd watch, as i drank the whole thing. Sometimes he'd talk, he'd bring up old memories of his father, of his village, of the homes he'd been run from, the friends he'd lost.The warrior of light would regale me with tales from his past and watch me fall apart in my own guilt. The chirugeon never directly threatened me; he never made a move like he would hurt anyone here…but it was clear that he could. The viera shakes his head with a breathy huff of a chuckle as he moves to push my hands away.He leans down and presses a kiss to my cheek, his cool lips send a shiver down my spine but I force myself to remain still. His clawed hand comes up to cup my cheek as he whispers in my ear “no”The ground beneath me swims, my hands move too slowly but at the same time far too quickly as I reach to grip at the vieras shoulders. My head suddenly feels so much heavier, my feet sinking into the ground, I try to keep my vision straight but everything blurs as I look up to the other soldier…He…looks so sad…“Get some rest old man…you’ve had enough for tonight…” His words are soft…spoken more gently then he’s ever spoken before. I cant feel my body anymore, its…nice, painless, the nightmare of the past few months that has dragged on and on since his children died. His children….his wards…he wasnt there for them like he should have been…He cant truely call himself their father now…“Yeesh, Lee wasn’t kidding with you huh,” a shrill voice echos in my ears. A light shines over my closed eyes, I flinch away on instinct, my body no longer heavy. Opening my eyes I….find myself under an absurdly bright blue sky…A giant playground sprawls across the bright lush green grass, wild flowers of all shapes, colors and size, and giant…sweets?“Father?” a soft and scared voice calls out from behind me. Turning on my heels I find Allie standing behind me, but…shes so small, she cant be more than seven summers old.“Allie? Is that you?”“Course its her, honestly cant recognize your own ‘daughter’ now?” the shrill voice sneers as a red light sparks beside us. A faerie dripping blood red appears beside us, her crimson eyes glare at me, two black dots of makeup rest under her eyes with lines pulling down in sharp teardrops on both cheeks. Black lips pulled into a frown as she looks at me expectantly.“Y-your Captain Varoux’s pixie” Allie stammers moving to stand close to me, her hands coming up to grip at my coat. My heart swells, when was the last time she came to me because she was afraid or nervous…“That I am little one~ My name is Lupe, you can call me Lou, Loop, or Lou-pey whatever is fine_{” The red pixie smiles sweetly her choppy black hair swirls happily around her as she looks to Allie her long black braids dance between her red wings as she floats closer to the young girl.}“Where are we?” I ask gently trying not to draw too much of the pixies ire.“Lyhe Mheg” the pixie states simply floating back up to my height with a frown. “Lee’s done with you, so he pulled some strings, I told him he shouldnt that you’re a rotten man and deserve what he would give you buuuuut, he said he’s done, and I’m getting bored so” She shrugs like she didnt just support what I can only assume is my long and drawn out torture.My hand instinctively moves to rest on Allies shoulder, worry sinking in. “h-he’s done with me…then, but Allie hasnt done anything she doesnt-”I watch curiously as the pixie waves her hand in a circular motion over and over again before drawing her hands down spinning her index and thumb together like shes twisting a thread. Soon enough the thread she weaves begins to form a small ball floating there beside her. Allie and I look on in awe, we’ve both seen magicks before but something about what the pixie was doing was…ethereal, divine, something mortal eyes arent meant to bear witness too.“I couldnt do it…” A voice echos faintly from the orb, I can just barely make out Varoux’s visage from the reflective surface of the weaved orb.“What do you mean?! Lee this is it!” The pixies voice shouts in protest clearly upset. “Everything you’ve been waiting for! Its finally here! You can take it all away from him! Just like he did!”I faintly hear Varoux cry a broken sob of ‘no, I don’t need it lou, im done, he…we…’ he sighs loudly groaning into his hands as the pixie argues back.“Don’t try to lie to me Lee! I know you want it! I know you still hurt! I can see it in your dreams when he comes to you and rips us appart! I can still feel the ceruleum burn through our skin, Our bones breaking, skin cracking, the hunger eating away at our flesh as our eyes dry out,” the pixies voice pleads, reasoning begging her voice cracking as she speaks thick with emotion.“I know…I want him to hurt…I want him to suffer…but not them…I…I couldnt hurt them…I coudlnt save them…” Varoux’s voice echos back a sob shaking his voice as he breaks down.Allie’s hands fist my coat as she looks up to the pixie. “He…he’s talking about my brothers and sister…”Lupe nods solemnly, “He wanted you to hurt Gaius, but the things he said to you…he said them when he could see you as nothing more than a monster…a boogeyman that came to haunt his nightmares…” the pixie lets the red orb dissipate to nothing.“He said those things when he thought the most important things to you would be your medals and country, he’s the warrior of light…no matter how much he may want too hurt you…well…” Lupe sighs crossing her arms. “Heros don't get to pick who they save” she states firmly squaring her small frame with an unshakable resolve.“Then…why are we..-”“FATHER!! ALLIE!!” a chorus of voices shout in unison. Allie gasps at my side and my heart hammers in my chest…ther just down the hill, my children…all of them, alphonse, ricon, rex and milisandia run up the hill with big smiles on their faces.“WE MISSED YOU SO MUCH!” they should again as they run the children surround us with big smiles, milisandia rushes to throw her arms around her sister. The boys smile up to me before falling into line and giving me a salute…my heart hurts….I fall to my knees….“FATHER!” the children cry reaching toward me, I pull them in, sobbing pitifully as I can grasp their small forms and hold them again.“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry….” I cry as they hug me back small reassurances as they too begin to cry.“Hey hey hey none of that! THIS! IS LYHE MHEG, the dreamspinners playground! We didnt bring you here to cry!!” Lupe shouts with a pout.“We?” I ask furrowing my brow as I look between my children and the pixie.“you mean the boy that came to get us?” Rex asks looking back down the hill. “There he is! Look father, you told us about them once before, the old blood viera with the strange feet,”I follow Rex's finger pointing down the hill and, he's there. Standing at the bottom next to a platter of human sized cookies. He's just as I remember him, so tiny. His black and white hair is messy and mixed up instead of split neatly like it is in the present. His silver eyes are big and round instead of sharp and narrow. He isn't glaring at me, he just watches from below his hands wrung against a piece of torn fabric around his belt, He looks nervous…“M-may I speak with him…” I ask the pixie, stopping myself from moving down the hill first. She shrugs, looking between the child and myself.“Go ahead, but we're gonna start playing without you!” Lupe shouts smiling at my children before flying around them quickly her cheers and cries of play exciting them enough to chase after her down the hill away from the awaiting viera.I take a deep breath to steady myself before I look down the hill again. He's sitting on a swing set not too far away from where he was before. I move quickly not wanting to lose sight of him in this strange place. As I get closer though I can hear my pulse in my ears, I feel dizzy…he's not changed at all…He's just a baby…younger than Allie maybe…and head shorter.“I was born early,” his small voice squeaks as I stand staring at him. I barely recognize myself humming in question as to what he means when he shrugs and continues.“Thaths why you're lookin at me like that right?” The boy scrunches up his face at his own words.“damned lithpe” he hums with a frown, he looks embarrassed.I nod not really comprehending anything, I feel like I must be dreaming. I move to sit in the swing next to the young viera and just stare out at the fields of flowers before us.“Varoux…why…”He looks over to me with a sad shrug, “I wath tired…i thought I would feel better, when you were sthad, that I would be okay oncthe you were hurting asth much ath I wasth, but I wasth wrong…” His voice changes as he swings gently next to me, growing by the year with every pump of his legs.He's maybe twelve now, he speaks clearly and he's significantly taller though still a runt.“I'm not scared of you anymore…by now…I still have nightmares…but the thought of seeing you…or another garlean soldier…it doesn't send me into a panic anymore, I still want you to hurt though, I want to kill you…I want to dress the snow in your blood and make you pay for everything you took from me…I hate you…so much,” the young boy speaks with unshed tears in his eyes as he pumps his legs again letting himself age up again.I watch the child I lost that day age beside me through the years, from that single digit baby to the full grown man I know today…he sits on this swing sad…defeated…“I don't hate you anymore….” Varoux shrugs looking over the colorful landscape, he looks so odd here, a monochrome dot among the bright colors of this playground.“You should hate me…”He shakes his head, “...I don't though…gaius….garlemald took everything from me…my mothers…my homes…my friends….my father…my-” he sighs looking down to his own feet, his head hung low.“garlemald took everything from me…and it took everything from you too…” Varoux sighs, resting his forehead against the rope of his swing. A knot in my throat makes it hard for me to talk, so I just nod along. He's right…garlemald as it was would never be satisfied…even if eorzea did submit to their demands where would that have left them…“This was all I could do…i'm sorry I couldn't save them…i…I know what I said before but…i-”“You really tried to save them…” I say sadly looking over to the veira.Flashes of the past few months flicker through my mind as I look at him now. Every visit…every bottle…every night spent reminiscing…was he…coming to check on me…“Don't get me wrong gaius, I still don't like you…I think you're a hypocrite and a terrible father…but I don't hate you…not anymore,” Varoux stands from his swing and turns to me with a small smile.“The dreamspinners will keep them, you and Allie can come and go, and then when your all ready they'll take you back to the aetherial sea together…” varoux nods looking out to where the children are playing with a group of pixies of all different shapes and colors.“they'll stay here?”He nods “they will…they'll be here…every night from now on, you might not see them every single night, they will surely have nights where they just want to be kids and play with the others…but if you think of them…if you want to see them…and they want to see you…you'll be here,” ozalie shrugs looking out over the bright wonderland before us.“So…that's it? Your just….done with me? After everything I've done, after everything you-”“When you were reaching out to me back then…when you took my letter stone, were you trying to eat me?”“What i-”“It's one of their favorites ya know, making people see things that aren't real based on how their feeling in the moment,” Ozalie motions to the pixies.“People will see things based on their own perception, and how they feel at a given moment will change that perspective…back then…I was so scared of you, I…I was sure you were going to eat me…you killed those dogs not because you wanted to help me but because you wanted to eat me yourself, but…thats not true, I know you now…and looking back on it now…you were trying to save me…but there was so much happening…I was so scared…i…didn't want to think about it…”Slumping next to the warrior of light I sigh. The weight of all these years finally coming off…”you weren't trying to torment me…”“It….” He chuckles before standing a little straighter and cupping his mouth with his hand. “Was NOT my INTENTION,”I stare dumbfounded for a moment as varoux chuckles to himself before a hearty laugh bubbles out of me.“Y-you…urggg” I groan covering my face. I can feel my cheeks heat at the memory of the praetorium.“Oh come on, it was pretty funny~”

I nod letting out a breathy laugh as I look at the children playing with the pixies and smile. It's been so long since I'd seem them this happy, this at ease. Finally they can rest…Ozalies ears twitch twisting to almost face behind him. He sighs, “duty calls…” he mumbles pushing away from the swing set.“May I see you again…”He pauses as he walks away, his form becoming a vaporous mist as he moves away from the swing. “Nah…I don't think I'll be visiting again…not here. Not while your here, and I won't be coming back to Terncliff either…I'll still send the kids gifts though…” the vieras misty form shrugs before he starts to walk away again, his form evaporating even more.“W-why…i…” I try to find the words, some part of me still trying to make this situation feel right. The warrior sighs looking back k at me, one silver eye cutting through the haze of mist like powder snow billowing in a storm.“You aren't my father gaius, and you can't replace him, no one ever can…” the viera sighs, sadness pooling off him.“Theodore Varoux….” Ozalie speaks his name like a secret, his throat thick with emotion as he works through his words. “Theodorus Vitrasius….is dead, he died, fighting, for me, for us…for our home- ”My ears begin ringing at the mention of his father's full name. I have to be going into shock, i dont know how much more these old bones can take…. ‘Vitrasius?’ I shake my head gently as Varoux finishes what he was staying.“If I were to stay, or visit, while you were with you kids, and everything is all~” the viera waves a gloved hand around in the air with a grimace. “Good,” he spits like the word itself offended him. “I would just grow to resent you more, and your kids,” the mist form shudders fully and sighs.“They are banging on the door now, I feel I have to go, enjoy your night Gaius” the viera nods his form billowing put into faint wisps that disappear into nothing.I'm left alone now, sitting on the swingset overlooking the fields below, the children play together in a magnificent jungle gym below but instead of joining then, I sit and contemplate this latest bit of information. Theodorus is Varoux’s father…..Theodore Varoux….Theodorus Vitrasius….A brief moment plays in my mind, the empires retreat after the battle of cartenoe…I stood in the forward camp recieving reports when they brought him in. He was near his deathbed but that didn't stop him. The soldiers brought him in kicking and screaming it took four men to keep him down.The Protestor, The Rebel, The Advocate, after sixteen years of searching, we had captured Theodorus Vitrasius…he's alive.

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Written in a switching perspective between Ozalie, Zezert and Fourchenault.Summoned away on urgent buisness Zezert must leave Ozalie home alone and asks his best friend to look after the young kit.

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Skatay Family

This section is about the friends and family Oz left on skatay as a kit. These don't currently play active roles in his story and are just here as a means to further fleshout past and future content.

Ragna
Ragna is a Hrothgar woman traveling alone. Never one to be tied down long Ragna relished her nomadic lifestyle, relying on no one but herself. A fearsome resourceful woman she was taken in by the viera of Niahm when she saves Syn from getting caught under a sheet of ice. The accident leaves Ragna with a broken leg but her newfound family in Skatay tends to her and cares for her as their own until she is ready to leave again.
Syn
A quiet and diligent man who was offered to Niamh in a peace treaty. Talented with a polearm he became a beloved and prominent member of the village, he becomes like a son to the chief and works with his 'sister' Unnr traveling between villages on the mountain to share supplies and trade along the harsh mountain.
Unnr
Remarkably tall even among the already larger than normal viera along the top peaks of Skatay. Unnr is known most for her peaceful demeaner and diplomatic talents being responsible for greater trade and settling disputes peacefully along the range.
Brynja
The chief of Niamh, Brynja is a bright and cheery woman. Boundless curiosity gets her into hot water among the others in her burrow as she tinkers and barters for weapons and technology from far away lands.
Geirr
The tamest of the family, Geirr is known most for his elusive nature. One of the most accomplished Green Wards his role as 'Snörökwesfv' is whispered like a boogeyman among his peers. Known for coming out of the snow from nowhere and disappearing into it easily.

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The Leveilleurs

Once Ozalie held great love and respect for the Leveilleur family. Having met them in his youth as a young kit. Ozalie lived among them and many other Sharlayans in the Dravanian Outpost run by Fourchenault Leveilleur.Louisoix Leveilleur
Because of Theo's unique relationship with the leaders of the Dravanian outpost and the manner of Ozalie's arrival, Louisoix was more present in Ozalie's life than not. He often helped teach the young kits remedial lessons and aided in watching over the kit when Theo couldnt bring Ozalie along on an expedition. Overall Louisoix acted as a sort of surrogate grandfather and mentor until Ozalie and Theo parted ways with the rest of the the outpost during the exodus. Years later when Louisoix came to Gridania to urge an alliance in the face of the empire Ozalie urged his friend 'Connie' to truly consider the elder elezens plan.Fourchenault Leveilleur
Fourchenault was once a good friend to Ozalie's father Theodore and was regarded as an 'Uncle' more often that not. Fourchenault near obsession with his worth often led to mishaps between himself and the once rambunctous kit. Overtime as Ozalie grew into puberty and the outpost faced danger with rising tensions between Ala Mhigo and Garlemald the relationship with his 'uncle' deteriorated for good. Fourchenault called for the Exodus of the outpost which Ozalie saw as abandonment.Ameliance Leveilleur
The most Beloved, Ameliance was always kind and gentle with the kit even as he was learning Eorzean and couldn't communicate well with others. She used the time spent with the young kit as practice knowing she herself wanted to have children soon. She often berated her husband for being too hard on the kit and spoiled him as she now does her own children. Despite insistence on calling her 'Lady Leveilleur' (by Fourchenault) or 'Auntie' (by Theo) the young kit called her 'Mother Ameliance or Mother Amel' in accordance to how He was taught in his birth village, thus giving her the most respect and final say in all matters in his eyes.Alisaie Leveilleur
Alisaie has proven herself to be a young woman of action but in the same vein reckless and headstrong. She doesn't back down and while usually a positive trait Ozalie also sees it as a part of Forchenault who refused to back down on his stance regarding the Exodus and is apprehensive of the young woman because of this.Alphinaud Leveilleur
Ozalie has worked with Alphinaud a lot over the years. Most of the time spent together being experiences the older chirugeon would rather do without. Ozalie's disinterest in playing a part of Alphinauds plans has always been apartent to the younger man who has never understood Varoux's immediate hostility. The young elezen has often tried earnestly to gain the viera's approval and trust but feels like he has failed to do so at every turn. Ozalie see's a close resemblance to Fourchenault in Alphinaud but in a way worse than his father in that the youth lacks the presence to actually lead a command.The siblings overall
Ozalie is at odds with feelings toward the younger Leveilleurs. He recognizes the twin Leveilleurs as having no part in the Exodus and that they did not abandon what the young kit once perceived as family. He also cant find it in himself to try to connect with them now after all these years and risk being left behind all over again. He has noted though that the things he dislikes about either of the twins is quickly diminished in the presence of the other, when backed up by his sister Alphinauds presence is stronger and when tamed by her brothers mind Alisaie proves more thoughtful, when together Ozalie tends to be warmer toward the pair.

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Gaius Van Baelsar

The big bad wolf himself, Ozalie and Gaius are on bad terms with each other and likely always will be. Gaius is responsible for the perceived destruction of Ozalie's birthplace and the reason why Ozalie is no longer among his people on Skatay.

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Cogni

Given to Ozalie as a child to act as a remedial teacher while living with the Sharlayans in the Dravanian outpost. This living tome secretly snuck out of the Great Gubal Library from the forbidden sections after growing bored of solitude. He easily replaced the much less 'alive' tome meant for the young viera and has gone on to teach the young Varoux a myriad of subjects with an air of knowledge and experience that no mere tome should have...

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Lashes

Often seen scurrying around their viera master Lashes is a Deepeye voidsent. A small and rather peaceful cycloptic owl creature that enjoys snacks and bathtime. Ozalie found Lashes when he was eight and convinced his father to let the young kit keep the voidsent. Instead of denying the child Theo taught Ozalie how to form a 'bond' with the creature so they could be 'friends forever'. Deepeyes are often regarded as weak or low ranking voidsent among their hierarchy however documentation shows that the stronger the creature the possess upon crossing planes the more power they may exert within the realm...

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Lupe

A mischievous red pixie that hangs out with Ozalie. Once a member of the Dreamspinners, Lupe found Oz through his nightmares. During the worst time in his life Lupe was there to give the kit precious moments of respite when they slept. Lupe stayed by Ozalie's side as he grew up and still today serves by his side on the battlefield and at night safe guarding his dreams.

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Theodore Varoux

The man that found and eventually adopted Ozalie after finding the injured kit in the wasteland of 'The Burn'.
Theodore Varoux is the eorzean alias for Garlean native 'Theodorus Het Vitrasius'.
A self proclaimed archeologist and explorer. At a young age he garnered a lot of attention due to his outspoken nature and activism. This earned him his title of 'Het' and became a prominent public figure among the Garlean populares. Theo lacked interest in this however, instead he always dreamed of the day where he could leave and explore the world. Riding his trusty chocobo 'Starlight' he would see every inch of the star and meet all its people. Eventually Theodorus' hand was forced and he defected, running away from Garlemald after increased assassination attempts on his life began to endanger others. He found himself under the employ of Sharlayan after a time and soon became a gleaner finally getting to travel and explore as he had so desired too but could not do before. Theo eventually died at 'The Battle of Cartenou' while fighting alongside his son, no body was ever recovered.

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