#fioel ljanta

Sileas and Fioel were taking a break as preparations to have the elevator operational to reach the upper rung of Kholusia. As they sat and chatted, Fioel quickly sensed a presence arriving, grumbling about the changed citizens of Eulmore.

“Ah, I see that our villain here has decided to show up to stop our exciting work?”

“Not at all, lass. You’d be glad to hear that I’m here to compliment you two for your excellent work.”

“You needn’t be hostile, Fioel. What brings you here, Emet-Selch?” Sileas asked inquisitively.

The ascian began to speak about the intricacies of conflict and conquest, complimenting them for achieving reconciliation quickly with the Eulmoran people. Fioel rolled her eyes, scoffing at his words as the two continued to glare at each other. 

“That’s all you’re here to say, then?”

“There’s no need to rush, Fioel. Our dear hero over there needs her rest, after all,” he smirked, gesturing at the oranged-haired girl watching their argument silently. It was not in her nature to speak unless she had something important to say, and getting her to react was always a chore to him. Much like her, thinking of the past.

“Gods, you beat around the bush far too much, ascian.”

“How about I share a thing or two about our past with you two?”

Fioel’s ears perked up at the mention, curious to more of the ascian’s past, wishing to know more about him.

“And there was Amaurot…Never was a city more magnificent. From the humblest streets to the highest spires, she fairly gleamed…Not that you would remember any of this.”

“Remember what? Tell us.” the Viera asked. 

“Fioel’s right. You…seem to want us, especially me, to remember something. Could you not share more?”

His gaze darted from them as if his thoughts had trailed off to another time.

“What more is there to tell? You are but shades, far different from the people of the past.”

“How about something the people of Eld did to relax? I wish to know.”

The ascian gazed over the warrior once more, her appearance reminding him of the past once more.

“Spending their time, scampering around and helping people. Some of them were simply just as good-natured as you are, the annoying lot of them. Unlike the Viera lass.”

“What do you mean by that, old man?!”

“Oh, you’ll know. If you meet my terms satisfactorily, Sileas. As for the Viera lass, you still have a ways to go. The door to find me is always nearby, if you wish for that too, Fioel.”

Shrugging, the ascian soon wandered off just as he came, waving his hand to bid farewell to the two warriors. Sileas could not stop him, unable to understand the meaning of his words. Such was the way he was as if he was expecting something from him.

Fioel gritted her teeth in irritation, shaking her head to remove the lingering questions she still had for him. He was the key to the dreams she would have as a child, but he wouldn’t answer. What was she to him? A past she couldn’t remember.

“Ugh, I can never understand why he’s always like this! I’ll continue to help to shake this annoying feeling away, Big Sis! Please rest as much as you can, alright?”