Pretender. That’s all he is. Or was. He can’t hold it back anymore. Not now. All the emotion from thousands of years ago came flooding back when they said her name. “Daehel.” It was a beautiful name that her mother gave her. But the name he gave her was more fitting. “Morien.” It was so like his father-name, Morimaite. And she was so much like him. She had his eyes, his hair colour, even his pallid skin-tone. She was the most precious thing to him.

The company were standing between a goblin in a top hat and six local thugs in taffeta....and they had just been called freaks. At that point Addie insulted their coutour, and the encounter therefore took a more serious turn.

Heart beat and drum becoming one,
Thrumming in unison till the end of time, till death and silence.
Whispering voices amongst the trees, voices of our ancestors, rising into a screaming crescendo.
Listen, young one, to the words of the soothsayer.
Perhaps one can discern the future...
or perhaps...
Not.

Within the guttural chants, therein lies an ancient truth.
The primal universal answer within us all, that despite lands apart, we all understand,
Ascending beyond languages and lineage of blood.