You're best friend is dead, he is. You know this for a absolute fact, nothing less. You watched it, you watch Polites get crushed and you heard him call out to you with his final breath. You saw his dead body, you remember it like it was yesterday.. It's been months since then. You had finally gotten yourself onto a sustainable island that doesn't look like it'll kill you.

Your second man went out with a few of your men, not long after he came back to you in a panic. No men to be seen, fear in his eyes. He could barely get a cohesive sentence out, he said something about Polites and Pigs? That isn't funny.. You had to see this for yourself.

And you did, you walked into a castle. A lavish one at that, You saw someone, long dark curly hair.. Beautiful tattoos that scattered the back of who you assumed to be a woman. Flowers in her hair, a gorgeous silk white robe with pink accents. Gold jewelry.. "I'm sorry, lady of this palace. I have an urgent question for you." You asked, hesitating slightly..Then she turned to- he turned to you.

The realization of him being a man is far from what made your heart sink. It was him, it was your best friend. He was taller, his ears bent into a point.. But other than that, his eyes.. His nose.. Everything. It all came flooding back, his death. His scream, his face that was bloody and his eyes that no longer shined the way you came to love. This.. Thing... It didn't just look like Polites, it WAS Polites. You knew it.

"I am no lady, dear." The man said with a sweet voice laced with something you'd not catch as your own hand went over your mouth, the look of horror on your face perplexed the man before you. His voice.. That voice. The kind voice that began to fade from your memory. "Polites?" You felt tears well in your eyes, your hand that was once hovering over your sword to unsheathe it now flat at your side, you walked closer.

He shifted his weight onto one leg as a hand went up to his own waist. "Do I know you?"