She had just arrived back in Loule, but Nazzermain Archaotic did not expect the anarchy the place was in. Everybody she’d seen was certainly human; it was just troubling that they were in discord. Actually, discord was a weak word.
The people in her line of sight were killing each other and plundering homes of valuables.
“Akreon,” Nazzer whispered to her cat. “We need to think of a way to get to the Loule Military Base. If this is a rebellion outbreak, the soldiers are sure to be around here, or there.”
The cat Akreon nodded before leaping silently onto the roof of a certain house, looking around if he and Nazzer could move without being seen. Seeing no other beings around, Akreon nodded Nazzer to come after him, and they continued their way to the military base.
Truth be told, Nazzer was not exactly looking for the military base to inquire on what was going on. She was by birth and biological makeup an Anima, and really didn’t have any reason to be involved in intra-racial conflict. However, she was seeking someone from the military and the duration of their separation had deeply wounded her.
“Sigil…” Nazzer whispered as she and Akreon crept through the rooftops and alleys, hoping to find the military officer. Her lioness ears picked up a sound not too far from them, about a little over ten meters.
“Akreon, let’s go west,” Nazzer mouthed to her cat, and the proceeded to said direction. She found herself eavesdropping on two soldiers, and by the looks of their uniforms, they certainly weren’t from Loule. Inching closer, she was able to catch what they were conversing about.
“Have you found the spy?”
“No, sir; when he fell into the ravine, there’s no way he would have lived anyway.”
And the man Nazzer assumed to be a higher officer slapped the other man across the face.
“You fool! Did you not see the red band he was wearing on his left arm?!”
“Affirmative, sir.”
“Imbecile; that red band is the symbol of a Vermeil officer!”
“Vermeil…?”
“Really, how stupid are the men my father assigned to me? Vermeil, the top ranked officers. They’ve been trained vigorously, made to go through the foulest and most inhumane trials to make sure they survive virtually anything.”
“…so you mean…?”
The higher ranked officer let out an exasperated sigh.
“Yes, you moron, that spy is still alive! Go find him and don’t come back to me until you have his head!”
“At once, sir!”
“There are only two of them,” Nazzer whispered to Akreon as she moved away from the scene. Once certain that she and her cat were far from hearing range, Nazzer and Akreon sprinted to the military base as fast as they could.
Siguv Monarch, or Sigil as Nazzer called him, was not really from Loule. For some strange reason, she found him in the outskirts of the kingdom forestry as she was continuing her journey of studying the races. The man continuously spoke harshly towards her, but the mystery and darkness of Sigil attracted
Nazzer, and soon enough, even Sigil’s alien nature softened to her.
It wasn’t too long that they bore love.
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Avi
FantasyThis tale revolves around an alternate world called Avi, specifically in a continent called Des. Here, there are four lands bound by alliance, making it possible for beings of different races to coexist. However, an unknown human race invades the ce...
