Octopath Traveler: My OC's X ALL EIGHT CHARACTERS

((Cyrus and Azura))Chapter 1

Azura's POV

"...And so, it was that Atlasdam was founded some two centuries ago," Cyrus tells the two students in the room, as he stands at one end of the stage and I stand at the other. He smiles at me, and I continue.

"Indeed, our fair city-state is among the longest-standing on the continent of Osterra. But there was another city-state with a history as long and proud as our own that came to a tragic ruin, only eight short years ago."

"Now, who can tell me its name?" Cyrus asks, walking towards me, "how about you, Therese?"
The girl sat at her desk in front of me jumps and looks up, "I, um...I think it was..."

I hold back a smile as Cyrus shakes his head, "now, now, no need to get all flustered."

She's getting flustered because she likes you, I think, but I don't have the heart to tell Cyrus that. I think he knows, but being a scholar, we are mostly oblivious to many things.

"There's no shame in not knowing an answer," I continue for Cyrus, "so long as you have a desire to learn."

"The answer is in your textbook," Cyrus nods to her, "go on, now. Look it up."

While Therese has a look, I sneak a glance at my fellow scholar, my best friend, and the one I secretly admire, all rolled into one. He has long black hair tied into a ponytail, being combed back, with two locks of his hair framing both sides of his face. He wears a white button-up shirt with puffed sleeves tied at the wrist, along with a cravat. He also wears a black hooded coat with a caplet, accented with gold filigree and held together by a black gemstone. He also wears a brown vest with filigree embroidery over his white shirt, black breeches with black socks, and black leather shoes with golden buckles. In his sprites, the inside of his coat is a dark purple.

Compared to him, I must look less formal and much less of a scholar. I wear a white shirt, with a few buttons undone at the top, tucked into a light grey skirt. My feet are snuggled into some black boots, and a caplet is around my shoulders, tied at the front, much like Cyrus. My brown hair is tied back into a high ponytail, with a few strands falling down the sides of my face and my fringe covering my blue eyes.

"Yes, Professor..." Therese gives a guilty grin and looks down at her book, tracing her finger down the lines. I glance over at Cyrus and see him waiting patiently for her. He catches my eye and gives me a kind smile.

The kind he gave me when we first met...

"Let's see..." Therese murmurs, preventing me from daydreaming, which I am most thankful for, "I believe it was...Hornburg?"

Cyrus nods eagerly, "that is correct!"

I gesture to the map, giving Therese a praising smile, "Hornburg was ruled over by a royal family, said to be descended from priests of an ancient and long-forgotten religion."

"On the other hand," Cyrus continues, "our fair Atlasdam was founded by one of the original clans that inhabited the Flatlands. Who can tell us how many clans lived in the Flatlands at the time?"

"Your Highness?" I ask.

"The histories have it that eight clans did live in the Flatlands in those days," Princess Mary responds.

"Correct you are, Your Highness!" I praise.

"It was a time of great strife here in the Flatlands as the eight clans waged a long and bitter war," Cyrus says, gesturing the map, "Change would come when the armies of Grandport invaded these lands some two centuries ago."

"At the time, the rulers of Grandport sought to expert their influence over territories inland," I continue, "ironically, this compelled the warring tribes to put aside their differences and untie against their common foe."