Octopath Traveler: My OC's X ALL EIGHT CHARACTERS

((Therion and Akira)) Chapter 4

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Chapter 4

~The Story So Far~

Infiltrating the black market in Wellspring,
In pursuit of the second dragonstone,
Therion was reunited with Darius, his erstwhile partner in crime,
Who swiftly vanished, stone in hand, and nearly with Akira's life.

"What's with those pitiful minces?

So cold and guarded... Distrusting and way."

Therion could not deny what Darius had said.
He had sworn to trust no one. He would not be betrayed again.

And yet, he had let Akira in,

The young girl, who now had his life in her hands,

Who had his complete trust and love.
And in return, her life was in his hands,

And he knew he had her trust and love.

But even as he made his way to Northreach...

Cordelia's words wouldn't leave him.
"Mr. Therion... I have faith in you."

And so it was that he finally arrived at his journey's end...

Akira's POV

"So, this is Northreach..." I say, looking around the snowy town.

I gasp as I see three men in front of us; a merchant and two bandits. Therion's hand darts to mine, holding it tightly as we listen in.

"...And it's eager to make a first impression," he says.

The merchant holds his hands away from the thieves that are pestering him, "stop! Those are mine-!"

"Not anymore, they ain't!" The thief behind him laughs.

"'And it over!" The other says.

Without waiting for an answer, the thief punches the merchant, making him fall to his knees, and run off with his goods. I clench my fists, but Therion's hand is holding mine pretty tight – he isn't going to let me go, anytime soon.

"Thieves!" Cries the merchant, "someone, stop them!"

A townsperson nearby walks up to him, "sorry to say, but ain't no one going t'stop those thieves."

"Aren't there guards in this town!?"

"E'en the guards won' lay a 'and on 'em. Tha's jus' 'ow life is 'ere. Best not to get too attached t'anythin'."

The merchant steps back and slips to the floor, looking down, "but..."

"A thief's paradise, huh?" I ask, turning to Therion, who nods, grimly.

He looks around and closes his eyes, "is this Darius's doing? Everyone here is living in fear..." he turns to me, "you know where we're going, right?"

"I know, the tavern to," in a poor man's voice, I say, "to hear what others have to say."

Therion smirks and loops an arm around my shoulders, bringing me close to him.

As soon as we walk into the tavern, however, the two people inside turn to us and their eyes turn from fear to... anger? Ignorance?

I'm not sure...

"It's them..." says the first.

Therion's grip on my hand tightens.