#tgurneu

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Seeing the enraged boy’s face, Tgurneu smiled. It has been quite a long time since they have both seen each other.

Yes, Tgurneu thought. We finally meet again. And after everything I did to you and your village, your reaction is but natural. However, you shouldn’t let yourself be swayed by rage so easily… oh well.

☺ my muse helping your muse fall asleep

A song-like humming filled the air. It wasn’t really like songs of humans, but not monstrous either. It was gentle but otherworldly. Yet, definitely not something to come out of Tgurneu’s throat in any normal situation.

He couldn’t believe he was actually able to perform this lullaby (nor the fact he even tried to). He only heard it a couple of times before; Fremy’s mother used this to sooth her baby all those years ago. Well, living for centuries and making complicated plans sure made his memory outstanding…

If Fremy were to hear me singing this, what would she think? he thought for a moment. But the person he did this for was actually different. It was Princess Nashetania.

The Princess was lying down in her camp, darkness all around. That was when she asked him (her enemy, of all things!) to help her fall asleep. So Tgurneu chose the only thing he could think of.

The day the Majin awoke finally, finally arrived.

All Kyouma were instinctually aware of this fact as it happened. The Wailing Demon Territory, named after their woeful cries, became silent. 

Or, to be more precise, the lamentation changed into a different kind of clamor... as Kyouma prepared to fight the approaching Heroes of the Six Flowers.

Some exited the Howling Demon Territory in their bloodlust for humans. The Heroes would surely clash with those, but most remained inside, where the main battle will unfold.

At the time of the Majin’s awakening, Tgurneu was seated in a comfortable chair at a dimly lit room. He possessed the body of the three-winged lizard Kyouma, just as he had for a long time now. He felt a tingle of pleasure.

“The time has come.” he mused to himself, barely able to contain his excitement. After all, the plan he spent centuries to create and carry out was about to come into fruition.

“Now, all of the Heroes should receive their Crests... all seven of them.” he smiled. But Tgurneu realized he must be patient. This was only the start... it would probably take over a week for them to gather, depending on the circumstances. He wished he would be able to see the moment when they realized they were seven and what that meant.

“Unfortunately, I cannot be present when that happens. But never mind, never mind... I will have plenty of other opportunities to watch them...”

Tgurneu knew perfectly well what was about to unfold after that fateful moment. Paranoia, suspicion, betrayal, bloodshed... but also, love.

Yes. The power of love has always appeared within the ranks of the Heroes of the Six Flowers. This time it wouldn’t be any different.

Tgurneu had plans within plans within plans within plans. And even if one would fail, two other ones would sprout from its ashes. But despite this, for him, this battle was not about victory. It was about being able to achieve his goals. Tgurneu wondered about the numerous possibilities of what’s to come.

“Fremy... I wonder how she will act.” he said. He knew the girl was filled with anger and thirst for revenge. She will absolutely appear before him again, a Flower or not. But... how will the other Heroes act?

“Aah... If only I can see their faces...” Tgurneu softly yearned. The Majin had slept for so long, but Tgurneu was wide awake. He waited all this time, and he was about to savor every moment hereafter.

The first day had arrived... and the countdown to the end of the world began. Across the human lands, the Six (or whatever they may be numbered) Flowers finally began their fated journey.

And Tgurneu laughed.