QWERTY

Cyclamen was tired. Exhausted, to say the least. Her feet dragged on the ground, her black cloak fell onto the dirt path, and her eyelids threatened to shut. Her amaranthine eyes spied a wooden bench, which was the first one she saw in the busy streets of the Xianzhou Loufu.

She sprinted over immediately, plopping down on the rough surface. Her legs started falling asleep, and she felt her other limbs numbing as well. She might have fallen asleep, if she hadn't heard such a loud commotion just a few blocks away from her and the bench she was sitting on.

She reluctantly pulled herself up off the bench, only to be met with hoards of people running in the opposite direction, screaming and sprinting for their lives.

The first thought in her head was; I should follow them, right? I mean, I don't know what's happening, but it sounds bad….

Then she sighed. The fuschia blooms on her body pleaded to see the commotion, to fight and feel blood once again. She huffed, then complied. She walked steadily against the crowd of people, foxians, vidyahara, and other long life species, along with a few traveling humans.

After walking for a short while, she saw what was the commotion. A board of the Antimatter Legion, almost thirty of them, wreaking havoc and destroying the buildings around them. In the midst of the attack, six people were fighting, clearly outnumbered. She knew she should probably help, but she observed the people in combat first.

There was a girl with grey hair, yellow eyes, swinging what looked like a… baseball bat? Interesting. The second girl had light pink hair, a camera strapped on her waist, and was shooting arrows of ice at the enemy. There was an older elegant lady whose hair and clothes were adorned in gold flowers, swinging a briefcase filled with blades and saws. A young ravenette, fighting with a spear, and an albino foxian girl, using dual swords.

The figure that caught her attention the most, was one of a halovian man. He had blue-gray hair, and a golden halo shimmered behind his head. He was focused on supporting the people fighting with him, using a dark blue tome with golden patterns.

Watching him was enchanting. His every movement, elegant and graceful. She stood there in a hypnotized trance for a moment, before shaking herself awake.

The fighters started wearing themselves out, their attacks stopped hitting as hard, and the hoard of monsters was only growing. She had to step in.

Did she?

It didn't matter now.

She sprinted towards the fight, willing the vines on her back to grow in size, and the snake-like tendrils complied. As she ran, vines wrapped, stabbed, and tore apart the legion, and their numbers steadily depleted, from thirty, all the way to one. One vine on her back stabbed straight through a void ranger’s head, while two others held down its legs. It was a gruesome scene, despite the fact that the Antimatter Legion did not bleed. Turning back, she said “Are all of you alright?” Then she saw their faces. She instantly felt sick.

Fear. Shock. Disgust. She had seen those faces so many times before. She was dizzy, nauseous now. She stumbled back, and was about to run away when someone’s hand brushed her own.

“Th-That was amazing!! How did you do it?” Exclaimed the albino foxian girl.

“Huh?!” she said, surprised by the reaction.

Getting a better look at her, Cyclamen realized something interesting about the girl. She had three tails. In all her travels, she had never seen any foxian with three tails.

“It really was. Thank you very much for saving us.” Said the halovian man. He dipped his head in gratitude.The other nodded and smiled, it felt nice. Warm. A feeling she hadn't felt in a very long time.

“What's your name? If you don't mind me asking, of course. I'm Sunday,” he pointed to the foxian, “that's Xiulan,” to the gray haired girl, “Stelle,” to a girl with pink hair,"March 7th," to the lady with red hair, “Miss Himeko,” and to the ravenette, “and Dan Heng.”

“...My name is Cyclamen.”