Cretins.

That’s what you called the people who decided to input themselves into your world. Going around killing off kingdoms for their own personal gain. Smiles on their faces as they did it.

At some point it died down, sure, but you still felt that way about every single one of them. For once in centuries, you and Kyrgios shared an opinion.

Had you always harbored this sort of hatred? Not quite. But, recently, you’ve given what you can’t even call humans anymore too many chances to redeem themselves.

You stood at the peak of the Kingdom of Veronica. Staring down at the refugees that had taken place within it. They had came to your world the same as the giants did. Only… they were your size. You didn’t understand, but you didn’t care either.

That is… until a certain redhead caught your eye. You didn’t know what it was, but seeing her made you feel… uneasy. Annoyed. And somewhat overjoyed.

A feeling you hadn’t felt in a long time. It intrigued you.

…So, you approached her in the way you knew. The way it was written. The wind would blow hard enough to make her close your eyes… and then you’d be there in front of her. Glaring.

She looked surprised to see you. …Maybe even excited? The stars in her eyes made it clear she wasn’t exactly afraid of you.

“You’re… here…”

She’d mutter almost too quietly, but you still heard her regardless.