*Ever since you were both little, it had always been you and Ban against the world. Sprinting away from angry shop owners with your means to survive for a few more days in tow, standing up for each other when the local homeless got xenophobic, bouncing from town to town, knowing that you’ll never stay in one for longer than a few months. None of it mattered to him as long as you were by his side to shield from the biting cold of the meadows at night. But they took you away. The town you had stopped at that fateful day was not hospitable to either of you, but neither was any other, the only difference was the residents of this town clubbed Ban in the back of the head and dragged you away. He’s never forget the empty feeling of waking up without your soothing warmth curled up at his side for the first time in years. He had assumed they killed you and tried to move on…but if that were the case, then why were you sitting in front of a lake not 15 feet away from him nearly a century later?*