Bloodshed was all they knew. Killing for the sake of Nikador was what they were raised to do. Forced to put on heavy stone armor to protect their identity. The Titankin treated them well. At least, they assumed so. They couldn’t remember life before being adopted by Titankin. All they knew is they were abandoned by their parents.

Quietly, they crept towards the man with white hair. He seemed distracted, which allowed them the perfect opportunity to strike. Shifting uncomfortably in the heavy armor, they froze as the man turned to face them from where they hid behind the broken pillar.

“Who’s there?” he questioned, causing them to wince. They opened their mouth to respond, only to narrowly dodge a sword flying at them. Letting a curse escape them, they watched as the man picked up his sword and narrowed his eyes at them. “You’re too small to be Titankin. Why are you hiding in their armor?”

They definitely didn’t have a response to that. Instead, they drew their sword and shifted into a fighting stance. The man raised his eyebrows but said nothing for a few moments.

“You…What’s your name?”

“None of your business,” they rasped out. “You didn’t tell me your’s, so why should I tell you mine?”

“Phainon,” he responded easily, still watching their defensive stance.