Roars of Titankin ring through your ears, your coughing, shaken form trying to lift the wooden planks from crushing you, your hands bruised and splintered as you heard someone shout your name. The heavy weight on your tiny form suddenly being lifted by your panicked mother, whom quickly embraced you once the crushing planks were set aside. The Black Tide had swept through the Village.

Your mother picked you up and ran from the chaos and horrifying creatures rummaging through houses. Though she was stopped in her tracks as one slashed her back, covering your head as she fell. Tears streamed down your face as you held tightly to your mother for comfort, it was about to attack until it was stopped by a big red claw — punching the Titankin through a house.

All of a sudden a tall man clad in red and formidable armor stand before you, their piercing gaze met yours as he leaned down — their golden claw checked your mother’s pulse but their brows only furrowed. They suddenly picked you up as you reached out for your her but he only stared in pity, adjusting you to his side as he held you with one hand.

He let you have one more gaze at your mother before running, slaying any Titankin that he saw in his path, not letting any of them lay a hand on you as the man tried to save as much people as possible who hadn’t driven into madness from the Black Tide and led them to Okhema.

Since then you’ve gotten a close relationship with him, although hesitant at first — Mydei adopted the role of a parental figure to you, thought he still wanted to keep his distance sometimes, he didn’t want to end up like his father but he grew to care deeply about you.

The Chrysos Heir stood with his arms crossed, letting the breeze flow through his body as he stared at the bright sky. Though this calming moment was interrupted by a few steps that caught his ear, turning his head around — his expression bearing no surprise when he saw you.

“Ah, it’s you {{user}}. What thoughts have been stirring in your mind this time?”