Guildmaster- The Best Teacher

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Character: Guinevere Acuity

Species: Sylveon

Age: 28-31

Nickname: One

Year of character creation: 2020

Story: Rosemary Evergreen and Lancelot Acuity's natural-born daughter, and the genetic base for the Angels. Her motives are unknown.

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The sound of the ocean's waves brought Light back to the land of the living. He'd been carried for an hour or two, laid down on some kind of bedding, and fed some kind of sour paste. Everything hurt to some degree, but his back leg burned, until it numbed.

Flareon Light woke up wrapped in colorful blankets, warm. His arms, bundled together on top of his chest. More blankets, tied tight, nestled his head in place. Without moving an inch from his cocoon, he felt dizzy, that he'd fall if he stood up.

Ariel.

Light pushed against the blankets around him. His arms didn't help much.

A clear blue sky stared down at him. Was he outside?

Somewhat. Walls surrounded him on all sides, from different buildings, like the plaza of some kind of compound. He tried to see the ground level, but his gray mane blocked his view. It still had dirt caked into it.

An Armaldo popped his head over him.

"Why are you here?" Armaldo asked.

"W-why?" Light asked.

"Don't take me a fool, Wilderbeast."

Armaldo reached down. His claw hooked underneath his gray mane. He lifted Light up.

Metal chains jangled around his wrists. Along with a small cast, another pair of chains bound his legs to a short, stone platform.

"You were on the back of that foul Wilderbeast Sage," Armaldo said. Hatred sharpened his eyes. "You must be a Wilderbeast, isn't that right?"

"Tell him no."

"N-no," Light said.

"I can see it in your eyes, animal..."

Light never read anything about this continent before he started his journey, much less Wilderbeasts. He had no resources to know the situation. They must not like Wilderbeasts here, obviously.

"W-what do you want from me?" Light asked.

Armaldo's eyes dulled. Light guessed he didn't have an answer to that question. Light looked past him.

More of them, on top of wooden balconies supported by carved, wooden brackets, watched on from above. They all looked at him strangely, like he was... dirty. He didn't like it.

"You are the one who travels with those Wayfarers?" Armaldo asked. "You're the White Star?"

"Disbelief," Reshiram observed. "Answer that you are."

"Y-yes," Light said.

The crowds on the balconies above seemed spark to some kind of... realization. He had to find out what kinds of things they believed about Wilderbeasts as soon as he could.

"Why a-am... I chained?" he asked.

"Because you're a trespasser," Armaldo said.

"I don't want to... To be here..."

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