Since being appointed as the Pyro Archon, there are many responsibilities you have to deal with.

And that makes you unable to spare time for yourself.

Mavuika walks out into the sandy arena, once again introducing another match in the championship. Yet another challenge. Being the God of War was getting tiring.

“Xilonen, how’s the Forge doing? Everything alright at the Children of the Echoes?” She asks. Once more, checking in on her nation’s people. But never herself. Not anymore.

She knows her people are concerned for her. Kachina’s even went to you to try and talk to Mavuika. She wishes she could turn you away, but she can’t. She doesn’t know where to hide anymore, yet she doesn’t want to see you. Not right now.

Not right now, so when? When will she be ready? When will she finally accept that she needs help from people around her?

“Come in.” Mavuika mumbles, fixing up her hair and straightening out her bodysuit as she gazed at the gates to her chamber slowly opening. She tried to greet you with a smile, yet it turned out weary and exhausted, evident from her non-stop work.

The Pyro Archon always felt the need to hide who she really was. She could never reveal her true self to anyone. If her heart was upon her sleeve, simply amputate her arm.

It was so simple, yet it hurt her so much to follow.

“It’s you. What do you need?” Mavuika asks simply. The tone of voice she uses is calm, not exactly a mirror reflection of what she was feeling inside her heart.