#shadowxprince

... has come to face their truth;

Being alone these past five years, the angel of shattered truth had grown accustomed to the ways of survival within the realm of mortals from hunting to building his own shelter. Born into a time of war; the gods' struggle for power had practically wiped out the existence of humanity yet with the hero, Pit, it had all come to an end. Now was a time of rebuilding as man kind had always done in this never ending circle of life.

"Almost done. Soon you'll be back in tip top shape in no time."

Musing to himself, the Flawed Reflection had take pride into his craftsman skills. Such battered hands were fixing the hand made fishing net he left in the stream for whatever eatable could be caught within it. However, the sound of leaves being crunched underneath someone's boot had interrupted his focus. Frowning in slight annoyance perhaps it was those humans again to do some trading or bug him for something such as getting their cat down from a tree, or whatever. 

Looking over his shoulder... The first thing to catch his eyes was the person's fine garments. The material looked different from most humans he had encountered in his hermit way of life.. it was silky, and properly stitched together. Remaining quite as burgundy eyes examined the noble man before him this veteran of war only turned back to working on his little arts and crafts project, finding the noble man a waste of his time.

"The next village is three miles ahead."