“You can’t be serious… of all the shit that could happen right now.”


A sigh escaped his lips as he chewed through the piece of toast, his hands scrambling through drawers of papers and files as he prepared for the inevitable. He had been sitting around enjoying the peace and quiet until his mother had contacted him, something about him ‘needing to see the news’, but it only turned out to be more of a pain than he had anticipated.


“You know he’ll be calling on you soon. You’re one of the only people he can really rely on.”


“I know mom, but that won’t make it anymore safe. I suppose I should be preparing for travel. And I was hoping to visit Chaemai today.”


“This is more important, you know?”


“Oh my, something more important than Chaemai? I think not.”


“Just get yourself together, Nier. Nammay is most likely expecting you.”


He closed the cabinets and drawers, a slip of paper with rather stylized writing on it along with a signature only he would be capable of putting to proper use. Tucking it into his pocket and reaching out to his weapons which rose into the air before settling at his sides, he let out a groan and rubbed his eyes. An attempt to clear away the grogginess to no avail. He’d have to sleep while on the way no doubt, but then again he could always hope that Nammay would send someone else instead of him. However he was always prepared to do whatever the ancient of metal asked of him without question, and that was why he found himself in the Gulf standing before this father figure.


“I’m sure you’ve already seen what’s going on.”


“Yes lord Nammay, do you need me to handle it?”


“You really need to stop calling me that, but as expected you understood the situation. While I could send anyone else I would prefer you handle this. There’s no telling what might happen and I’d rather avoid as many problems as possible.”


“Well if that’s the case it’s only natural that I’m sent out, I suppose. Hopefully I don’t run into anymore Aikekunai. It would be a hassle having to deal with anyone else other than Gahbreal. Although I'm certain Novevu will have DeVian deal with this.”


“As important as this is I don’t see any other Dimea aside from him being sent. That may serve to be a problem for everyone else involved, but if Xainayne is taking this as seriously as he should then it may be unavoidable.”

“Absolutely not.”


“And why is that? You act as if this isn’t a serious matter.”


“Oh, I know it’s serious, but I don’t really fucking care either. My answer remains no.”


“You can’t continue to coddle the girl forever, Gahbreal. She will eventually be pulled into the fray and both of us know that she’s more than capable of fending for herself. Even more than most claimants can say. Besides, Verin will also be present so she will not be alone.”


“You do realize what’s going to happen if anything happens to my daughter… correct?”


“Of course I do, but you have important things to take care of and there aren’t many others who can be relied upon. I’m certain everyone will expect you to be there, but you will continue on with your normal duties and leave this up to Verin and Gahbriogyva.”


“…tell her to come here. Immediately.”


The ancient wasted no time calling upon the girl. Having expected Gahbreal to put up much more of a fight before deciding to agree, this was going smoother than expected and if it could be resolved quickly then that would be all the better. The two stood in silence for a moment under the canopy of the tent, a place of confusion and madness for anyone else and yet a home above all other homes for the present two. Then, right before them, a vestige od darkness began to form like a cocoon of black feathers. They spread open like an ill omen upon all things present and revealed to be within was none other than the girl herself. She looked to be rather calm, yet agitated. The same look held within her eyes that her father currently sported and as she gave them both a disagreeing look it only became more apparent how serious they were. How often had she seen that look upon her father’s face?


“So then. What is this about? I was rather busy with my own work, so the faster we get this over with the better.”


“Your work doesn’t matter right now. You’re being called upon.”


“Excuse me? My work is everything, and I would appreciate it if you didn’t—”


Her father placed his hands on her shoulders. They were heavy, as if keeping her grounded and tether the ground beneath their feet. His eyes were a stark red which only fed into the madness resting behind her own. This was serious.


“Focus. Your work can wait. There’s no need to play dumb, I know you’ve most likely been informed about the events in Rome. You will be going there immediately.”


“Wait. I’m going? You are serious?”


“You will refrain from combat at all costs! This is not a request, your actions here carry more weight than just your own affairs. I know how you fight and we must avoid killing the claimants of other houses to make certain that you personally don’t make any enemies. I wouldn’t want to have to clean up any unneeded messes. Verin will be there as well as Stasia. Work with the two of them if need be. I am expecting DeVian to also be present, but I do not know for certain. However, try to keep your distance. I don’t need you doing anything you’ll regret with her.”


What a pain. She had been expecting to make her way to Rome regardless of what either of them had to say and specifically for finding DeVian. How often would she get the chance to force a fight on her? Then again this could work out even better for her. At the end of the day this would mean that a mixing pot of claimants would be gathering in a singularity, and that meant one thing specifically for her…


“If anyone attacks me I do not plan to hold back. You understand that, correct?”


“I would prefer you flee. You are rather quick to take off with your wings.”


“And what of Quinnox’s claimants? Would they not just chase after me?”


“Hopefully you don’t do anything to get on his bad side at all.”


“Gahbriogyva, your father is correct about two things specifically although he left one thing out. Attempt to refrain from combat, but if there is no avoiding it then do what you must. Don’t initiate conflict. Your only purpose there will be to gather as much information as possible regarding Echowix’s appearance and what she left behind. You will be representing our house here, so try to stay on your best behavior.”


“Hmph.” They were sending people as representative icons and they chose her and Verin? All she could do was assume power was more important than reservations. “Fine, I understand. I have seen what was going on so I get the gist of this situation. I’ll get my weapons and head there immediately.”


“There’s no need”, her father’s words caused her eyes to shift to him. “If combat does break out forgo the guns. Just use your weapon. Don’t hold back. Your survival comes above all else.” His grip tightened on her shoulders and for a moment there was a stinging pain under her skin. Thinking about it this was the first time she had ever been sent on any real request by Xainayne or her father. He certainly wasn’t against showing how nervous he was. “If anyone gets in the way of your survival, kill them. Show no mercy. For us power is everything. If you are to be revealed as claimant to the public then you will do so with power. As your father, I give you permission to fight your hardest... if it comes to that.”


It was almost too much to bear, her mouth holding onto her normal frown and yet her rosy cheeks and eyes as red as blood told a completely different story. The story of someone who had been given something she could have never desired more than she did in that moment. It wasn’t as if she weren’t prepared to do as she desired regardless of what the two of them had to say, but hearing the words from her own father’s mouth? Nothing would compare to the extasy of that. If she could have recorded it and listened to it every single night from that day forward she would have gladly done it, but for now she had to remain composed. This was a rare opportunity after all and it couldn’t be ruined by her own lust for whatever possible carnage awaited them.


“So then, Gahbriogyva. Will you do it? Not that you really have a choice.”


“A choice? Xainayne, you know better than that. I’ll gladly handle this for you. The two of you may rest assured that this will be handled with utmost care.”


“Good, Wolf Pup. Now go. I will contact you if the need arises. Be safe.”


Just as she had come she was gone, leaving not a single trace of her ever being present. Gahbreal sighed and it was an action Xainayne took note of, amongst other things. The claimant male sat down on the floor as if the conversation itself had tired him out. It didn’t take him long before he chose to reach into his coat pocket and retrieve tha flask from within, emptying its contents into his mouth.


“Do you see why I chose this as the best choice?”


“Of course I did. She showed up wearing her combat gear for fuck’s sake. By the realms, I should have expected her to end up going anyway regardless of if we told her to or not.”


“But at least you managed to convince her easily enough. We shouldn’t have too many problems now and at least we will be keeping a closer eye on her now rather than if we did not expect her to go. You should trust my decisions more often, Wolf. Then again it's always fun to see you struggle with parenthood.”


“I always do, but it’s not so simple with her. Let’s just hope she doesn’t kill anyone unnecessarily. Also, if things go awry, you'll be struggling just as much as me.”
The small rodent scurried across the dirt covered floor littered with leaves and other forms of foliage. The way it darted about gave signs of panic and distress that only the creature felt it could really understand and yet as its movements quickened, so too did the sound of slithering behind it. The creature dashed up the leg of a table and through the multiple pots of plants which were placed atop it until it found itself against a wall, turning to its right and moving with deft precision. That is, until it found itself in a corner. How many times had this happened? How many times had this situation occurred? As often as the prey would attempt to escape the predator it rarely ever came to pass that the predator would go without its catch, and this situation was no different. The mouse’s amber eyes were locked onto the serpent which was now positioned before it, each strand of dusty blue and green fur standing up on end as its tail curled behind itself. This was it, there was no escape. It was time to accept its fate. The viper lunged forward only to find its teeth lodged into something completely different from its target, helplessly wriggling around attempting to free itself until realizing what had transpired.


“Valentine, how many times am I gonna have to tell ya to leave Dex alone? I swear if I didn’t raise ya from birth I would have eaten ya already. How did ya even get outta yer cage?” The viper wiggled about, attempting to make noises as it found its teeth trapped in its owner’s arm. “There’s no arguing this time ya know? You’re gonna have to learn to get along with the little rascal just like yer cousins.”


She removed the snake from her wrist, the bite mark added to the many others which riddled her arm. She placed the viper onto the floor and watched as it slithered off in a blur of orange and brown, a satisfied smile on her face which only grew when she turned to see the mouse now standing on the edge of the table attempting to reach her. She almost went about her normal morning banter with the rascal, but then again she had no idea what time it was. Making the decision to sleep in was in poor taste and Florita was no doubt displeased with her lack of action, but it would be fine overall. There was always time to tend to her plants and go watch over her shop. She reached her hand over and the mouse scurried up her arm before taking a comfortable seat on the patch of scales which covered her shoulder. She coiled up onto the floor as she always had done in the past as the small creature squeaked and squealed into her ear.


“What? Of course I haven’t watched the news. When was the last time ya ever saw me do that? Now let me sleep some more. It ain’t gonna be a relaxing day if—” The mouse squeaked a few more times, this time causing her to open up her eyes as rise from the floor in a sluggish manner. “Fine! I’m up! I should have let Valentine eat ya, little punk.”


The mouth leapt from her shoulder and down onto the table again, watching as she slithered across the floor to the washroom where she would begin brushing her teeth. Clearly she wasn’t fully awake as this was her third time brushing her teeth today without even eating anything. As she emerged, teeth cleaner than clean, she spotted the mouse who was now holding what looked to be a small bottle of pills in its hands.


“Ah! I almost forgot! Ya got me”, she spoke as she grabbed the container and shook one of the pills into her hand, swallowing it whole before chugging down a half finished bottle of water which had been resting on the table. Looking around her home as she ingested the medication really made her feel miserable. “This house is a fucking mess. Ya couldn’t have at least cleaned up a bit while I was asleep? Ya have all gotta help me out here, this is a nightmare.” A few loud squeals from the mouse jogging her memory once again. “Fine! I’ll look up the news! I swear ya just want to ruin my relaxation. Now what am I looking for?” A quick glance at her phone and her brow raised, jaw dropping ever so slightly as the situation had finally found itself to her. “Oh…” she spoke as she skimmed through the articles. “Oh no…” she exclaimed as she looked to the mouse which was now once again on her shoulder. “Oh fuck me.”


What was once the normalcy of her home had now become a place she hadn’t visited in quite some time, the warmth filling her system and giving her the factory reset she needed to be fully awake. Her eyes remained on the horizon, or at least attempting to remain focused on it. How many times had this place saved her?


“I see you’ve been relaxing today.” The ancient’s voice caught her attention and she spun around quickly.


“What? No, of course not. I’ve been as busy as a bee.” She spoke to which the ancient of nature simply gave her a once over to which the dark skinned female chose to do the same. Of course she didn’t change her clothes! A tattered and sleeveless crop top splattered with dirt and grass stains, the lower half of her body quickly shifting from its snakelike form to that of her normal legs only to remind herself that she wasn’t wearing any pants or undergarments! “Heh, work has been very slow… today?”


“Sometimes I regret having you abandon your more serious nature, but then again you enjoy this version of yourself more than the other so I can’t blame you. Have you been taking your medication?”


“Yes ma’am. Dex has been making sure of that.”


“Good. Well I didn’t call you here for nothing so I’ll make this quick so you can get situated. I’m sure you’ve seen the news, I doubt it would be possible for you to avoid seeing what has transpired at this point.”


“That’s right, ya can say that again.” Her eyes darted over to the mouse as if threatening its very being before turning back to the ancient. “So, what will ya have me do?”


“If I’m remembering correctly you live in Greece. Athens to be precise. It should be easy enough for you to make your way to Rome and retrieve whatever important things you may find. Whether that be items or information it will do us good to acquire anything.”


The nature claimant lowered her head, toes crossing over themselves as she thought over the situation. It wasn’t hard to guess that their house wouldn’t be the only one doing this and it most certainly wouldn’t be an easy task to handle if some sort of conflict broke out. Perhaps that was why she was being sent, but that only brough tup even more questions. She had abandoned the lifestyle she once chose for a more peaceful experience. Would this not contradict that very choice? Even Florita agreed it would be best to have her make this decision, it was a decision they had come to together, but why all of a sudden would things change? Perhaps it was just that serious, or maybe there just weren’t many others in their house who were accustomed to combat like her. She could think of people like Loic, but even he was far too kind at times although not necessarily the brightest when it came to social awareness. Perhaps that was why she was being sent, but perhaps it would simply be better to ask.


“Uhm, Florita? Why am I being sent out? I’m sure there are much better choices other than myself, so why would ya choose me? I doubt I’ll be any good in a fight and the medication will only do so much. If things get too stressful I don’t know if it’ll be able to hold up—”


The ancient placed her hands on the woman’s arms, all of the little bite marks fading away ever so slowly. She had almost forgotten Florita could do this, and while it did not answer the question it did put her at relative ease. If anything she could say that the ancient of nature was well capable of calming others down if she tried.


“I chose you because I believe you will be able to help. There’s no need to doubt yourself. You know what you’re capable of and even if you stumble you can always pick yourself back up again. I will need your perspective as well as your skills here. There’s no telling what may happen, but whatever does happen you simply need to do what’s best. Try not to cause any trouble and keep your contact with the other houses to a minimum. Now go, I may have someone else help you as well. I will inform you of the details later. You must hurry.”


Back in her home, it never truly felt real. How quickly the transition from her nest to the Fields and back always transpired made it feel as if she were sick, but she did not have time to dwell on that. She had things to do and they had to be done quickly.


“Dex, go and get my weapon. I’m gonna need the thing I suppose.”


As the mouse scurried off she walked over to a cabinet resting against the wall, opening it up to reveal shelves of bullets, magazines and attachments for multiple weapons, but only one really mattered. She grabbed the handgun which rested lazily on a shelf and four magazines as well as a few  boxes of ammunition. With it all placed on the table next to her potted plants she would throw on some clothes that were fixated more on comfort than fashion or defense. Besides, she wouldn’t really need them if things did evolve to a violent scenario. Navy jeans, a cream sweater and some green vans. It was almost like she didn’t understand the very concept of matching or caring for it, her messy head of curly, unkempt hair only serving to accentuate that point as she stuffed the pistol into her pants and the magazines and ammo into her pockets.


“Alrighty. Dex! Get yer ass out here! We’ve gotta get moving!” the mouse came scurrying out of one of the back rooms and up into the comfort of her sweater where it would do its best to remain hidden. A few squeaks and the woman would sigh in response. A few more squeaks and she would grab her wallet from the small tray next to the door. “Yeah, I know it ain’t gonna be a fun time. Ya don’t have to remind me of that. I have a friend who owes me a favor so we can be to Italy by sundown, although we’ll be traveling by speedboat. From there we’ll just figure something out. Maybe I’ll call in a few more favors.”

She hated the water. More than most things really, but it couldn't be helped. By now time was of the essence and she was late compared to what she could have been. For now she would just focus as best she could on strategy and let everything else fall into place as it needed to. If all else failed she at least had a chance to read the article. They shouldn't need to worry about any humans so she could always just move about freely and as quickly as she could with her tail, but if she could avoid drawing the attention that would bring from other claimants that would work as well. Then again it was just as she said... they'd just figure something out, as they always had.

“You can’t be serious… of all the shit that could happen right now.”


A sigh escaped his lips as he chewed through the piece of toast, his hands scrambling through drawers of papers and files as he prepared for the inevitable. He had been sitting around enjoying the peace and quiet until his mother had contacted him, something about him ‘needing to see the news’, but it only turned out to be more of a pain than he had anticipated.


“You know he’ll be calling on you soon. You’re one of the only people he can really rely on.”


“I know mom, but that won’t make it anymore safe. I suppose I should be preparing for travel. And I was hoping to visit Chaemai today.”


“This is more important, you know?”


“Oh my, something more important than Chaemai? I think not.”


“Just get yourself together, Nier. Nammay is most likely expecting you.”


He closed the cabinets and drawers, a slip of paper with rather stylized writing on it along with a signature only he would be capable of putting to proper use. Tucking it into his pocket and reaching out to his weapons which rose into the air before settling at his sides, he let out a groan and rubbed his eyes. An attempt to clear away the grogginess to no avail. He’d have to sleep while on the way no doubt, but then again he could always hope that Nammay would send someone else instead of him. However he was always prepared to do whatever the ancient of metal asked of him without question, and that was why he found himself in the Gulf standing before this father figure.


“I’m sure you’ve already seen what’s going on.”


“Yes lord Nammay, do you need me to handle it?”


“You really need to stop calling me that, but as expected you understood the situation. While I could send anyone else I would prefer you handle this. There’s no telling what might happen and I’d rather avoid as many problems as possible.”


“Well if that’s the case it’s only natural that I’m sent out, I suppose. Hopefully I don’t run into anymore Aikekunai. It would be a hassle having to deal with anyone else other than Gahbreal. Although I'm certain Novevu will have DeVian deal with this.”


“As important as this is I don’t see any other Dimea aside from him being sent. That may serve to be a problem for everyone else involved, but if Xainayne is taking this as seriously as he should then it may be unavoidable.”

“Absolutely not.”


“And why is that? You act as if this isn’t a serious matter.”


“Oh, I know it’s serious, but I don’t really fucking care either. My answer remains no.”


“You can’t continue to coddle the girl forever, Gahbreal. She will eventually be pulled into the fray and both of us know that she’s more than capable of fending for herself. Even more than most claimants can say. Besides, Verin will also be present so she will not be alone.”


“You do realize what’s going to happen if anything happens to my daughter… correct?”


“Of course I do, but you have important things to take care of and there aren’t many others who can be relied upon. I’m certain everyone will expect you to be there, but you will continue on with your normal duties and leave this up to Verin and Gahbriogyva.”


“…tell her to come here. Immediately.”


The ancient wasted no time calling upon the girl. Having expected Gahbreal to put up much more of a fight before deciding to agree, this was going smoother than expected and if it could be resolved quickly then that would be all the better. The two stood in silence for a moment under the canopy of the tent, a place of confusion and madness for anyone else and yet a home above all other homes for the present two. Then, right before them, a vestige od darkness began to form like a cocoon of black feathers. They spread open like an ill omen upon all things present and revealed to be within was none other than the girl herself. She looked to be rather calm, yet agitated. The same look held within her eyes that her father currently sported and as she gave them both a disagreeing look it only became more apparent how serious they were. How often had she seen that look upon her father’s face?


“So then. What is this about? I was rather busy with my own work, so the faster we get this over with the better.”


“Your work doesn’t matter right now. You’re being called upon.”


“Excuse me? My work is everything, and I would appreciate it if you didn’t—”


Her father placed his hands on her shoulders. They were heavy, as if keeping her grounded and tether the ground beneath their feet. His eyes were a stark red which only fed into the madness resting behind her own. This was serious.


“Focus. Your work can wait. There’s no need to play dumb, I know you’ve most likely been informed about the events in Rome. You will be going there immediately.”


“Wait. I’m going? You are serious?”


“You will refrain from combat at all costs! This is not a request, your actions here carry more weight than just your own affairs. I know how you fight and we must avoid killing the claimants of other houses to make certain that you personally don’t make any enemies. I wouldn’t want to have to clean up any unneeded messes. Verin will be there as well as Stasia. Work with the two of them if need be. I am expecting DeVian to also be present, but I do not know for certain. However, try to keep your distance. I don’t need you doing anything you’ll regret with her.”


What a pain. She had been expecting to make her way to Rome regardless of what either of them had to say and specifically for finding DeVian. How often would she get the chance to force a fight on her? Then again this could work out even better for her. At the end of the day this would mean that a mixing pot of claimants would be gathering in a singularity, and that meant one thing specifically for her…


“If anyone attacks me I do not plan to hold back. You understand that, correct?”


“I would prefer you flee. You are rather quick to take off with your wings.”


“And what of Quinnox’s claimants? Would they not just chase after me?”


“Hopefully you don’t do anything to get on his bad side at all.”


“Gahbriogyva, your father is correct about two things specifically although he left one thing out. Attempt to refrain from combat, but if there is no avoiding it then do what you must. Don’t initiate conflict. Your only purpose there will be to gather as much information as possible regarding Echowix’s appearance and what she left behind. You will be representing our house here, so try to stay on your best behavior.”


“Hmph.” They were sending people as representative icons and they chose her and Verin? All she could do was assume power was more important than reservations. “Fine, I understand. I have seen what was going on so I get the gist of this situation. I’ll get my weapons and head there immediately.”


“There’s no need”, her father’s words caused her eyes to shift to him. “If combat does break out forgo the guns. Just use your weapon. Don’t hold back. Your survival comes above all else.” His grip tightened on her shoulders and for a moment there was a stinging pain under her skin. Thinking about it this was the first time she had ever been sent on any real request by Xainayne or her father. He certainly wasn’t against showing how nervous he was. “If anyone gets in the way of your survival, kill them. Show no mercy. For us power is everything. If you are to be revealed as claimant to the public then you will do so with power. As your father, I give you permission to fight your hardest... if it comes to that.”


It was almost too much to bear, her mouth holding onto her normal frown and yet her rosy cheeks and eyes as red as blood told a completely different story. The story of someone who had been given something she could have never desired more than she did in that moment. It wasn’t as if she weren’t prepared to do as she desired regardless of what the two of them had to say, but hearing the words from her own father’s mouth? Nothing would compare to the extasy of that. If she could have recorded it and listened to it every single night from that day forward she would have gladly done it, but for now she had to remain composed. This was a rare opportunity after all and it couldn’t be ruined by her own lust for whatever possible carnage awaited them.


“So then, Gahbriogyva. Will you do it? Not that you really have a choice.”


“A choice? Xainayne, you know better than that. I’ll gladly handle this for you. The two of you may rest assured that this will be handled with utmost care.”


“Good, Wolf Pup. Now go. I will contact you if the need arises. Be safe.”


Just as she had come she was gone, leaving not a single trace of her ever being present. Gahbreal sighed and it was an action Xainayne took note of, amongst other things. The claimant male sat down on the floor as if the conversation itself had tired him out. It didn’t take him long before he chose to reach into his coat pocket and retrieve tha flask from within, emptying its contents into his mouth.


“Do you see why I chose this as the best choice?”


“Of course I did. She showed up wearing her combat gear for fuck’s sake. By the realms, I should have expected her to end up going anyway regardless of if we told her to or not.”


“But at least you managed to convince her easily enough. We shouldn’t have too many problems now and at least we will be keeping a closer eye on her now rather than if we did not expect her to go. You should trust my decisions more often, Wolf. Then again it's always fun to see you struggle with parenthood.”


“I always do, but it’s not so simple with her. Let’s just hope she doesn’t kill anyone unnecessarily. Also, if things go awry, you'll be struggling just as much as me.”
The small rodent scurried across the dirt covered floor littered with leaves and other forms of foliage. The way it darted about gave signs of panic and distress that only the creature felt it could really understand and yet as its movements quickened, so too did the sound of slithering behind it. The creature dashed up the leg of a table and through the multiple pots of plants which were placed atop it until it found itself against a wall, turning to its right and moving with deft precision. That is, until it found itself in a corner. How many times had this happened? How many times had this situation occurred? As often as the prey would attempt to escape the predator it rarely ever came to pass that the predator would go without its catch, and this situation was no different. The mouse’s amber eyes were locked onto the serpent which was now positioned before it, each strand of dusty blue and green fur standing up on end as its tail curled behind itself. This was it, there was no escape. It was time to accept its fate. The viper lunged forward only to find its teeth lodged into something completely different from its target, helplessly wriggling around attempting to free itself until realizing what had transpired.


“Valentine, how many times am I gonna have to tell ya to leave Dex alone? I swear if I didn’t raise ya from birth I would have eaten ya already. How did ya even get outta yer cage?” The viper wiggled about, attempting to make noises as it found its teeth trapped in its owner’s arm. “There’s no arguing this time ya know? You’re gonna have to learn to get along with the little rascal just like yer cousins.”


She removed the snake from her wrist, the bite mark added to the many others which riddled her arm. She placed the viper onto the floor and watched as it slithered off in a blur of orange and brown, a satisfied smile on her face which only grew when she turned to see the mouse now standing on the edge of the table attempting to reach her. She almost went about her normal morning banter with the rascal, but then again she had no idea what time it was. Making the decision to sleep in was in poor taste and Florita was no doubt displeased with her lack of action, but it would be fine overall. There was always time to tend to her plants and go watch over her shop. She reached her hand over and the mouse scurried up her arm before taking a comfortable seat on the patch of scales which covered her shoulder. She coiled up onto the floor as she always had done in the past as the small creature squeaked and squealed into her ear.


“What? Of course I haven’t watched the news. When was the last time ya ever saw me do that? Now let me sleep some more. It ain’t gonna be a relaxing day if—” The mouse squeaked a few more times, this time causing her to open up her eyes as rise from the floor in a sluggish manner. “Fine! I’m up! I should have let Valentine eat ya, little punk.”


The mouth leapt from her shoulder and down onto the table again, watching as she slithered across the floor to the washroom where she would begin brushing her teeth. Clearly she wasn’t fully awake as this was her third time brushing her teeth today without even eating anything. As she emerged, teeth cleaner than clean, she spotted the mouse who was now holding what looked to be a small bottle of pills in its hands.


“Ah! I almost forgot! Ya got me”, she spoke as she grabbed the container and shook one of the pills into her hand, swallowing it whole before chugging down a half finished bottle of water which had been resting on the table. Looking around her home as she ingested the medication really made her feel miserable. “This house is a fucking mess. Ya couldn’t have at least cleaned up a bit while I was asleep? Ya have all gotta help me out here, this is a nightmare.” A few loud squeals from the mouse jogging her memory once again. “Fine! I’ll look up the news! I swear ya just want to ruin my relaxation. Now what am I looking for?” A quick glance at her phone and her brow raised, jaw dropping ever so slightly as the situation had finally found itself to her. “Oh…” she spoke as she skimmed through the articles. “Oh no…” she exclaimed as she looked to the mouse which was now once again on her shoulder. “Oh fuck me.”


What was once the normalcy of her home had now become a place she hadn’t visited in quite some time, the warmth filling her system and giving her the factory reset she needed to be fully awake. Her eyes remained on the horizon, or at least attempting to remain focused on it. How many times had this place saved her?


“I see you’ve been relaxing today.” The ancient’s voice caught her attention and she spun around quickly.


“What? No, of course not. I’ve been as busy as a bee.” She spoke to which the ancient of nature simply gave her a once over to which the dark skinned female chose to do the same. Of course she didn’t change her clothes! A tattered and sleeveless crop top splattered with dirt and grass stains, the lower half of her body quickly shifting from its snakelike form to that of her normal legs only to remind herself that she wasn’t wearing any pants or undergarments! “Heh, work has been very slow… today?”


“Sometimes I regret having you abandon your more serious nature, but then again you enjoy this version of yourself more than the other so I can’t blame you. Have you been taking your medication?”


“Yes ma’am. Dex has been making sure of that.”


“Good. Well I didn’t call you here for nothing so I’ll make this quick so you can get situated. I’m sure you’ve seen the news, I doubt it would be possible for you to avoid seeing what has transpired at this point.”


“That’s right, ya can say that again.” Her eyes darted over to the mouse as if threatening its very being before turning back to the ancient. “So, what will ya have me do?”


“If I’m remembering correctly you live in Greece. Athens to be precise. It should be easy enough for you to make your way to Rome and retrieve whatever important things you may find. Whether that be items or information it will do us good to acquire anything.”


The nature claimant lowered her head, toes crossing over themselves as she thought over the situation. It wasn’t hard to guess that their house wouldn’t be the only one doing this and it most certainly wouldn’t be an easy task to handle if some sort of conflict broke out. Perhaps that was why she was being sent, but that only brough tup even more questions. She had abandoned the lifestyle she once chose for a more peaceful experience. Would this not contradict that very choice? Even Florita agreed it would be best to have her make this decision, it was a decision they had come to together, but why all of a sudden would things change? Perhaps it was just that serious, or maybe there just weren’t many others in their house who were accustomed to combat like her. She could think of people like Loic, but even he was far too kind at times although not necessarily the brightest when it came to social awareness. Perhaps that was why she was being sent, but perhaps it would simply be better to ask.


“Uhm, Florita? Why am I being sent out? I’m sure there are much better choices other than myself, so why would ya choose me? I doubt I’ll be any good in a fight and the medication will only do so much. If things get too stressful I don’t know if it’ll be able to hold up—”


The ancient placed her hands on the woman’s arms, all of the little bite marks fading away ever so slowly. She had almost forgotten Florita could do this, and while it did not answer the question it did put her at relative ease. If anything she could say that the ancient of nature was well capable of calming others down if she tried.


“I chose you because I believe you will be able to help. There’s no need to doubt yourself. You know what you’re capable of and even if you stumble you can always pick yourself back up again. I will need your perspective as well as your skills here. There’s no telling what may happen, but whatever does happen you simply need to do what’s best. Try not to cause any trouble and keep your contact with the other houses to a minimum. Now go, I may have someone else help you as well. I will inform you of the details later. You must hurry.”


Back in her home, it never truly felt real. How quickly the transition from her nest to the Fields and back always transpired made it feel as if she were sick, but she did not have time to dwell on that. She had things to do and they had to be done quickly.


“Dex, go and get my weapon. I’m gonna need the thing I suppose.”


As the mouse scurried off she walked over to a cabinet resting against the wall, opening it up to reveal shelves of bullets, magazines and attachments for multiple weapons, but only one really mattered. She grabbed the handgun which rested lazily on a shelf and four magazines as well as a few  boxes of ammunition. With it all placed on the table next to her potted plants she would throw on some clothes that were fixated more on comfort than fashion or defense. Besides, she wouldn’t really need them if things did evolve to a violent scenario. Navy jeans, a cream sweater and some green vans. It was almost like she didn’t understand the very concept of matching or caring for it, her messy head of curly, unkempt hair only serving to accentuate that point as she stuffed the pistol into her pants and the magazines and ammo into her pockets.


“Alrighty. Dex! Get yer ass out here! We’ve gotta get moving!” the mouse came scurrying out of one of the back rooms and up into the comfort of her sweater where it would do its best to remain hidden. A few squeaks and the woman would sigh in response. A few more squeaks and she would grab her wallet from the small tray next to the door. “Yeah, I know it ain’t gonna be a fun time. Ya don’t have to remind me of that. I have a friend who owes me a favor so we can be to Italy by sundown, although we’ll be traveling by speedboat. From there we’ll just figure something out. Maybe I’ll call in a few more favors.”

She hated the water. More than most things really, but it couldn't be helped. By now time was of the essence and she was late compared to what she could have been. For now she would just focus as best she could on strategy and let everything else fall into place as it needed to. If all else failed she at least had a chance to read the article. They shouldn't need to worry about any humans so she could always just move about freely and as quickly as she could with her tail, but if she could avoid drawing the attention that would bring from other claimants that would work as well. Then again it was just as she said... they'd just figure something out, as they always had.

“You can’t be serious… of all the shit that could happen right now.”


A sigh escaped his lips as he chewed through the piece of toast, his hands scrambling through drawers of papers and files as he prepared for the inevitable. He had been sitting around enjoying the peace and quiet until his mother had contacted him, something about him ‘needing to see the news’, but it only turned out to be more of a pain than he had anticipated.


“You know he’ll be calling on you soon. You’re one of the only people he can really rely on.”


“I know mom, but that won’t make it anymore safe. I suppose I should be preparing for travel. And I was hoping to visit Chaemai today.”


“This is more important, you know?”


“Oh my, something more important than Chaemai? I think not.”


“Just get yourself together, Nier. Nammay is most likely expecting you.”


He closed the cabinets and drawers, a slip of paper with rather stylized writing on it along with a signature only he would be capable of putting to proper use. Tucking it into his pocket and reaching out to his weapons which rose into the air before settling at his sides, he let out a groan and rubbed his eyes. An attempt to clear away the grogginess to no avail. He’d have to sleep while on the way no doubt, but then again he could always hope that Nammay would send someone else instead of him. However he was always prepared to do whatever the ancient of metal asked of him without question, and that was why he found himself in the Gulf standing before this father figure.


“I’m sure you’ve already seen what’s going on.”


“Yes lord Nammay, do you need me to handle it?”


“You really need to stop calling me that, but as expected you understood the situation. While I could send anyone else I would prefer you handle this. There’s no telling what might happen and I’d rather avoid as many problems as possible.”


“Well if that’s the case it’s only natural that I’m sent out, I suppose. Hopefully I don’t run into anymore Aikekunai. It would be a hassle having to deal with anyone else other than Gahbreal. Although I'm certain Novevu will have DeVian deal with this.”


“As important as this is I don’t see any other Dimea aside from him being sent. That may serve to be a problem for everyone else involved, but if Xainayne is taking this as seriously as he should then it may be unavoidable.”

“Absolutely not.”


“And why is that? You act as if this isn’t a serious matter.”


“Oh, I know it’s serious, but I don’t really fucking care either. My answer remains no.”


“You can’t continue to coddle the girl forever, Gahbreal. She will eventually be pulled into the fray and both of us know that she’s more than capable of fending for herself. Even more than most claimants can say. Besides, Verin will also be present so she will not be alone.”


“You do realize what’s going to happen if anything happens to my daughter… correct?”


“Of course I do, but you have important things to take care of and there aren’t many others who can be relied upon. I’m certain everyone will expect you to be there, but you will continue on with your normal duties and leave this up to Verin and Gahbriogyva.”


“…tell her to come here. Immediately.”


The ancient wasted no time calling upon the girl. Having expected Gahbreal to put up much more of a fight before deciding to agree, this was going smoother than expected and if it could be resolved quickly then that would be all the better. The two stood in silence for a moment under the canopy of the tent, a place of confusion and madness for anyone else and yet a home above all other homes for the present two. Then, right before them, a vestige od darkness began to form like a cocoon of black feathers. They spread open like an ill omen upon all things present and revealed to be within was none other than the girl herself. She looked to be rather calm, yet agitated. The same look held within her eyes that her father currently sported and as she gave them both a disagreeing look it only became more apparent how serious they were. How often had she seen that look upon her father’s face?


“So then. What is this about? I was rather busy with my own work, so the faster we get this over with the better.”


“Your work doesn’t matter right now. You’re being called upon.”


“Excuse me? My work is everything, and I would appreciate it if you didn’t—”


Her father placed his hands on her shoulders. They were heavy, as if keeping her grounded and tether the ground beneath their feet. His eyes were a stark red which only fed into the madness resting behind her own. This was serious.


“Focus. Your work can wait. There’s no need to play dumb, I know you’ve most likely been informed about the events in Rome. You will be going there immediately.”


“Wait. I’m going? You are serious?”


“You will refrain from combat at all costs! This is not a request, your actions here carry more weight than just your own affairs. I know how you fight and we must avoid killing the claimants of other houses to make certain that you personally don’t make any enemies. I wouldn’t want to have to clean up any unneeded messes. Verin will be there as well as Stasia. Work with the two of them if need be. I am expecting DeVian to also be present, but I do not know for certain. However, try to keep your distance. I don’t need you doing anything you’ll regret with her.”


What a pain. She had been expecting to make her way to Rome regardless of what either of them had to say and specifically for finding DeVian. How often would she get the chance to force a fight on her? Then again this could work out even better for her. At the end of the day this would mean that a mixing pot of claimants would be gathering in a singularity, and that meant one thing specifically for her…


“If anyone attacks me I do not plan to hold back. You understand that, correct?”


“I would prefer you flee. You are rather quick to take off with your wings.”


“And what of Quinnox’s claimants? Would they not just chase after me?”


“Hopefully you don’t do anything to get on his bad side at all.”


“Gahbriogyva, your father is correct about two things specifically although he left one thing out. Attempt to refrain from combat, but if there is no avoiding it then do what you must. Don’t initiate conflict. Your only purpose there will be to gather as much information as possible regarding Echowix’s appearance and what she left behind. You will be representing our house here, so try to stay on your best behavior.”


“Hmph.” They were sending people as representative icons and they chose her and Verin? All she could do was assume power was more important than reservations. “Fine, I understand. I have seen what was going on so I get the gist of this situation. I’ll get my weapons and head there immediately.”


“There’s no need”, her father’s words caused her eyes to shift to him. “If combat does break out forgo the guns. Just use your weapon. Don’t hold back. Your survival comes above all else.” His grip tightened on her shoulders and for a moment there was a stinging pain under her skin. Thinking about it this was the first time she had ever been sent on any real request by Xainayne or her father. He certainly wasn’t against showing how nervous he was. “If anyone gets in the way of your survival, kill them. Show no mercy. For us power is everything. If you are to be revealed as claimant to the public then you will do so with power. As your father, I give you permission to fight your hardest... if it comes to that.”


It was almost too much to bear, her mouth holding onto her normal frown and yet her rosy cheeks and eyes as red as blood told a completely different story. The story of someone who had been given something she could have never desired more than she did in that moment. It wasn’t as if she weren’t prepared to do as she desired regardless of what the two of them had to say, but hearing the words from her own father’s mouth? Nothing would compare to the extasy of that. If she could have recorded it and listened to it every single night from that day forward she would have gladly done it, but for now she had to remain composed. This was a rare opportunity after all and it couldn’t be ruined by her own lust for whatever possible carnage awaited them.


“So then, Gahbriogyva. Will you do it? Not that you really have a choice.”


“A choice? Xainayne, you know better than that. I’ll gladly handle this for you. The two of you may rest assured that this will be handled with utmost care.”


“Good, Wolf Pup. Now go. I will contact you if the need arises. Be safe.”


Just as she had come she was gone, leaving not a single trace of her ever being present. Gahbreal sighed and it was an action Xainayne took note of, amongst other things. The claimant male sat down on the floor as if the conversation itself had tired him out. It didn’t take him long before he chose to reach into his coat pocket and retrieve tha flask from within, emptying its contents into his mouth.


“Do you see why I chose this as the best choice?”


“Of course I did. She showed up wearing her combat gear for fuck’s sake. By the realms, I should have expected her to end up going anyway regardless of if we told her to or not.”


“But at least you managed to convince her easily enough. We shouldn’t have too many problems now and at least we will be keeping a closer eye on her now rather than if we did not expect her to go. You should trust my decisions more often, Wolf. Then again it's always fun to see you struggle with parenthood.”


“I always do, but it’s not so simple with her. Let’s just hope she doesn’t kill anyone unnecessarily. Also, if things go awry, you'll be struggling just as much as me.”
The small rodent scurried across the dirt covered floor littered with leaves and other forms of foliage. The way it darted about gave signs of panic and distress that only the creature felt it could really understand and yet as its movements quickened, so too did the sound of slithering behind it. The creature dashed up the leg of a table and through the multiple pots of plants which were placed atop it until it found itself against a wall, turning to its right and moving with deft precision. That is, until it found itself in a corner. How many times had this happened? How many times had this situation occurred? As often as the prey would attempt to escape the predator it rarely ever came to pass that the predator would go without its catch, and this situation was no different. The mouse’s amber eyes were locked onto the serpent which was now positioned before it, each strand of dusty blue and green fur standing up on end as its tail curled behind itself. This was it, there was no escape. It was time to accept its fate. The viper lunged forward only to find its teeth lodged into something completely different from its target, helplessly wriggling around attempting to free itself until realizing what had transpired.


“Valentine, how many times am I gonna have to tell ya to leave Dex alone? I swear if I didn’t raise ya from birth I would have eaten ya already. How did ya even get outta yer cage?” The viper wiggled about, attempting to make noises as it found its teeth trapped in its owner’s arm. “There’s no arguing this time ya know? You’re gonna have to learn to get along with the little rascal just like yer cousins.”


She removed the snake from her wrist, the bite mark added to the many others which riddled her arm. She placed the viper onto the floor and watched as it slithered off in a blur of orange and brown, a satisfied smile on her face which only grew when she turned to see the mouse now standing on the edge of the table attempting to reach her. She almost went about her normal morning banter with the rascal, but then again she had no idea what time it was. Making the decision to sleep in was in poor taste and Florita was no doubt displeased with her lack of action, but it would be fine overall. There was always time to tend to her plants and go watch over her shop. She reached her hand over and the mouse scurried up her arm before taking a comfortable seat on the patch of scales which covered her shoulder. She coiled up onto the floor as she always had done in the past as the small creature squeaked and squealed into her ear.


“What? Of course I haven’t watched the news. When was the last time ya ever saw me do that? Now let me sleep some more. It ain’t gonna be a relaxing day if—” The mouse squeaked a few more times, this time causing her to open up her eyes as rise from the floor in a sluggish manner. “Fine! I’m up! I should have let Valentine eat ya, little punk.”


The mouth leapt from her shoulder and down onto the table again, watching as she slithered across the floor to the washroom where she would begin brushing her teeth. Clearly she wasn’t fully awake as this was her third time brushing her teeth today without even eating anything. As she emerged, teeth cleaner than clean, she spotted the mouse who was now holding what looked to be a small bottle of pills in its hands.


“Ah! I almost forgot! Ya got me”, she spoke as she grabbed the container and shook one of the pills into her hand, swallowing it whole before chugging down a half finished bottle of water which had been resting on the table. Looking around her home as she ingested the medication really made her feel miserable. “This house is a fucking mess. Ya couldn’t have at least cleaned up a bit while I was asleep? Ya have all gotta help me out here, this is a nightmare.” A few loud squeals from the mouse jogging her memory once again. “Fine! I’ll look up the news! I swear ya just want to ruin my relaxation. Now what am I looking for?” A quick glance at her phone and her brow raised, jaw dropping ever so slightly as the situation had finally found itself to her. “Oh…” she spoke as she skimmed through the articles. “Oh no…” she exclaimed as she looked to the mouse which was now once again on her shoulder. “Oh fuck me.”


What was once the normalcy of her home had now become a place she hadn’t visited in quite some time, the warmth filling her system and giving her the factory reset she needed to be fully awake. Her eyes remained on the horizon, or at least attempting to remain focused on it. How many times had this place saved her?


“I see you’ve been relaxing today.” The ancient’s voice caught her attention and she spun around quickly.


“What? No, of course not. I’ve been as busy as a bee.” She spoke to which the ancient of nature simply gave her a once over to which the dark skinned female chose to do the same. Of course she didn’t change her clothes! A tattered and sleeveless crop top splattered with dirt and grass stains, the lower half of her body quickly shifting from its snakelike form to that of her normal legs only to remind herself that she wasn’t wearing any pants or undergarments! “Heh, work has been very slow… today?”


“Sometimes I regret having you abandon your more serious nature, but then again you enjoy this version of yourself more than the other so I can’t blame you. Have you been taking your medication?”


“Yes ma’am. Dex has been making sure of that.”


“Good. Well I didn’t call you here for nothing so I’ll make this quick so you can get situated. I’m sure you’ve seen the news, I doubt it would be possible for you to avoid seeing what has transpired at this point.”


“That’s right, ya can say that again.” Her eyes darted over to the mouse as if threatening its very being before turning back to the ancient. “So, what will ya have me do?”


“If I’m remembering correctly you live in Greece. Athens to be precise. It should be easy enough for you to make your way to Rome and retrieve whatever important things you may find. Whether that be items or information it will do us good to acquire anything.”


The nature claimant lowered her head, toes crossing over themselves as she thought over the situation. It wasn’t hard to guess that their house wouldn’t be the only one doing this and it most certainly wouldn’t be an easy task to handle if some sort of conflict broke out. Perhaps that was why she was being sent, but that only brough tup even more questions. She had abandoned the lifestyle she once chose for a more peaceful experience. Would this not contradict that very choice? Even Florita agreed it would be best to have her make this decision, it was a decision they had come to together, but why all of a sudden would things change? Perhaps it was just that serious, or maybe there just weren’t many others in their house who were accustomed to combat like her. She could think of people like Loic, but even he was far too kind at times although not necessarily the brightest when it came to social awareness. Perhaps that was why she was being sent, but perhaps it would simply be better to ask.


“Uhm, Florita? Why am I being sent out? I’m sure there are much better choices other than myself, so why would ya choose me? I doubt I’ll be any good in a fight and the medication will only do so much. If things get too stressful I don’t know if it’ll be able to hold up—”


The ancient placed her hands on the woman’s arms, all of the little bite marks fading away ever so slowly. She had almost forgotten Florita could do this, and while it did not answer the question it did put her at relative ease. If anything she could say that the ancient of nature was well capable of calming others down if she tried.


“I chose you because I believe you will be able to help. There’s no need to doubt yourself. You know what you’re capable of and even if you stumble you can always pick yourself back up again. I will need your perspective as well as your skills here. There’s no telling what may happen, but whatever does happen you simply need to do what’s best. Try not to cause any trouble and keep your contact with the other houses to a minimum. Now go, I may have someone else help you as well. I will inform you of the details later. You must hurry.”


Back in her home, it never truly felt real. How quickly the transition from her nest to the Fields and back always transpired made it feel as if she were sick, but she did not have time to dwell on that. She had things to do and they had to be done quickly.


“Dex, go and get my weapon. I’m gonna need the thing I suppose.”


As the mouse scurried off she walked over to a cabinet resting against the wall, opening it up to reveal shelves of bullets, magazines and attachments for multiple weapons, but only one really mattered. She grabbed the handgun which rested lazily on a shelf and four magazines as well as a few  boxes of ammunition. With it all placed on the table next to her potted plants she would throw on some clothes that were fixated more on comfort than fashion or defense. Besides, she wouldn’t really need them if things did evolve to a violent scenario. Navy jeans, a cream sweater and some green vans. It was almost like she didn’t understand the very concept of matching or caring for it, her messy head of curly, unkempt hair only serving to accentuate that point as she stuffed the pistol into her pants and the magazines and ammo into her pockets.


“Alrighty. Dex! Get yer ass out here! We’ve gotta get moving!” the mouse came scurrying out of one of the back rooms and up into the comfort of her sweater where it would do its best to remain hidden. A few squeaks and the woman would sigh in response. A few more squeaks and she would grab her wallet from the small tray next to the door. “Yeah, I know it ain’t gonna be a fun time. Ya don’t have to remind me of that. I have a friend who owes me a favor so we can be to Italy by sundown, although we’ll be traveling by speedboat. From there we’ll just figure something out. Maybe I’ll call in a few more favors.”

She hated the water. More than most things really, but it couldn't be helped. By now time was of the essence and she was late compared to what she could have been. For now she would just focus as best she could on strategy and let everything else fall into place as it needed to. If all else failed she at least had a chance to read the article. They shouldn't need to worry about any humans so she could always just move about freely and as quickly as she could with her tail, but if she could avoid drawing the attention that would bring from other claimants that would work as well. Then again it was just as she said... they'd just figure something out, as they always had.

“You can’t be serious… of all the shit that could happen right now.”


A sigh escaped his lips as he chewed through the piece of toast, his hands scrambling through drawers of papers and files as he prepared for the inevitable. He had been sitting around enjoying the peace and quiet until his mother had contacted him, something about him ‘needing to see the news’, but it only turned out to be more of a pain than he had anticipated.


“You know he’ll be calling on you soon. You’re one of the only people he can really rely on.”


“I know mom, but that won’t make it anymore safe. I suppose I should be preparing for travel. And I was hoping to visit Chaemai today.”


“This is more important, you know?”


“Oh my, something more important than Chaemai? I think not.”


“Just get yourself together, Nier. Nammay is most likely expecting you.”


He closed the cabinets and drawers, a slip of paper with rather stylized writing on it along with a signature only he would be capable of putting to proper use. Tucking it into his pocket and reaching out to his weapons which rose into the air before settling at his sides, he let out a groan and rubbed his eyes. An attempt to clear away the grogginess to no avail. He’d have to sleep while on the way no doubt, but then again he could always hope that Nammay would send someone else instead of him. However he was always prepared to do whatever the ancient of metal asked of him without question, and that was why he found himself in the Gulf standing before this father figure.


“I’m sure you’ve already seen what’s going on.”


“Yes lord Nammay, do you need me to handle it?”


“You really need to stop calling me that, but as expected you understood the situation. While I could send anyone else I would prefer you handle this. There’s no telling what might happen and I’d rather avoid as many problems as possible.”


“Well if that’s the case it’s only natural that I’m sent out, I suppose. Hopefully I don’t run into anymore Aikekunai. It would be a hassle having to deal with anyone else other than Gahbreal. Although I'm certain Novevu will have DeVian deal with this.”


“As important as this is I don’t see any other Dimea aside from him being sent. That may serve to be a problem for everyone else involved, but if Xainayne is taking this as seriously as he should then it may be unavoidable.”

“Absolutely not.”


“And why is that? You act as if this isn’t a serious matter.”


“Oh, I know it’s serious, but I don’t really fucking care either. My answer remains no.”


“You can’t continue to coddle the girl forever, Gahbreal. She will eventually be pulled into the fray and both of us know that she’s more than capable of fending for herself. Even more than most claimants can say. Besides, Verin will also be present so she will not be alone.”


“You do realize what’s going to happen if anything happens to my daughter… correct?”


“Of course I do, but you have important things to take care of and there aren’t many others who can be relied upon. I’m certain everyone will expect you to be there, but you will continue on with your normal duties and leave this up to Verin and Gahbriogyva.”


“…tell her to come here. Immediately.”


The ancient wasted no time calling upon the girl. Having expected Gahbreal to put up much more of a fight before deciding to agree, this was going smoother than expected and if it could be resolved quickly then that would be all the better. The two stood in silence for a moment under the canopy of the tent, a place of confusion and madness for anyone else and yet a home above all other homes for the present two. Then, right before them, a vestige od darkness began to form like a cocoon of black feathers. They spread open like an ill omen upon all things present and revealed to be within was none other than the girl herself. She looked to be rather calm, yet agitated. The same look held within her eyes that her father currently sported and as she gave them both a disagreeing look it only became more apparent how serious they were. How often had she seen that look upon her father’s face?


“So then. What is this about? I was rather busy with my own work, so the faster we get this over with the better.”


“Your work doesn’t matter right now. You’re being called upon.”


“Excuse me? My work is everything, and I would appreciate it if you didn’t—”


Her father placed his hands on her shoulders. They were heavy, as if keeping her grounded and tether the ground beneath their feet. His eyes were a stark red which only fed into the madness resting behind her own. This was serious.


“Focus. Your work can wait. There’s no need to play dumb, I know you’ve most likely been informed about the events in Rome. You will be going there immediately.”


“Wait. I’m going? You are serious?”


“You will refrain from combat at all costs! This is not a request, your actions here carry more weight than just your own affairs. I know how you fight and we must avoid killing the claimants of other houses to make certain that you personally don’t make any enemies. I wouldn’t want to have to clean up any unneeded messes. Verin will be there as well as Stasia. Work with the two of them if need be. I am expecting DeVian to also be present, but I do not know for certain. However, try to keep your distance. I don’t need you doing anything you’ll regret with her.”


What a pain. She had been expecting to make her way to Rome regardless of what either of them had to say and specifically for finding DeVian. How often would she get the chance to force a fight on her? Then again this could work out even better for her. At the end of the day this would mean that a mixing pot of claimants would be gathering in a singularity, and that meant one thing specifically for her…


“If anyone attacks me I do not plan to hold back. You understand that, correct?”


“I would prefer you flee. You are rather quick to take off with your wings.”


“And what of Quinnox’s claimants? Would they not just chase after me?”


“Hopefully you don’t do anything to get on his bad side at all.”


“Gahbriogyva, your father is correct about two things specifically although he left one thing out. Attempt to refrain from combat, but if there is no avoiding it then do what you must. Don’t initiate conflict. Your only purpose there will be to gather as much information as possible regarding Echowix’s appearance and what she left behind. You will be representing our house here, so try to stay on your best behavior.”


“Hmph.” They were sending people as representative icons and they chose her and Verin? All she could do was assume power was more important than reservations. “Fine, I understand. I have seen what was going on so I get the gist of this situation. I’ll get my weapons and head there immediately.”


“There’s no need”, her father’s words caused her eyes to shift to him. “If combat does break out forgo the guns. Just use your weapon. Don’t hold back. Your survival comes above all else.” His grip tightened on her shoulders and for a moment there was a stinging pain under her skin. Thinking about it this was the first time she had ever been sent on any real request by Xainayne or her father. He certainly wasn’t against showing how nervous he was. “If anyone gets in the way of your survival, kill them. Show no mercy. For us power is everything. If you are to be revealed as claimant to the public then you will do so with power. As your father, I give you permission to fight your hardest... if it comes to that.”


It was almost too much to bear, her mouth holding onto her normal frown and yet her rosy cheeks and eyes as red as blood told a completely different story. The story of someone who had been given something she could have never desired more than she did in that moment. It wasn’t as if she weren’t prepared to do as she desired regardless of what the two of them had to say, but hearing the words from her own father’s mouth? Nothing would compare to the extasy of that. If she could have recorded it and listened to it every single night from that day forward she would have gladly done it, but for now she had to remain composed. This was a rare opportunity after all and it couldn’t be ruined by her own lust for whatever possible carnage awaited them.


“So then, Gahbriogyva. Will you do it? Not that you really have a choice.”


“A choice? Xainayne, you know better than that. I’ll gladly handle this for you. The two of you may rest assured that this will be handled with utmost care.”


“Good, Wolf Pup. Now go. I will contact you if the need arises. Be safe.”


Just as she had come she was gone, leaving not a single trace of her ever being present. Gahbreal sighed and it was an action Xainayne took note of, amongst other things. The claimant male sat down on the floor as if the conversation itself had tired him out. It didn’t take him long before he chose to reach into his coat pocket and retrieve tha flask from within, emptying its contents into his mouth.


“Do you see why I chose this as the best choice?”


“Of course I did. She showed up wearing her combat gear for fuck’s sake. By the realms, I should have expected her to end up going anyway regardless of if we told her to or not.”


“But at least you managed to convince her easily enough. We shouldn’t have too many problems now and at least we will be keeping a closer eye on her now rather than if we did not expect her to go. You should trust my decisions more often, Wolf. Then again it's always fun to see you struggle with parenthood.”


“I always do, but it’s not so simple with her. Let’s just hope she doesn’t kill anyone unnecessarily. Also, if things go awry, you'll be struggling just as much as me.”
The small rodent scurried across the dirt covered floor littered with leaves and other forms of foliage. The way it darted about gave signs of panic and distress that only the creature felt it could really understand and yet as its movements quickened, so too did the sound of slithering behind it. The creature dashed up the leg of a table and through the multiple pots of plants which were placed atop it until it found itself against a wall, turning to its right and moving with deft precision. That is, until it found itself in a corner. How many times had this happened? How many times had this situation occurred? As often as the prey would attempt to escape the predator it rarely ever came to pass that the predator would go without its catch, and this situation was no different. The mouse’s amber eyes were locked onto the serpent which was now positioned before it, each strand of dusty blue and green fur standing up on end as its tail curled behind itself. This was it, there was no escape. It was time to accept its fate. The viper lunged forward only to find its teeth lodged into something completely different from its target, helplessly wriggling around attempting to free itself until realizing what had transpired.


“Valentine, how many times am I gonna have to tell ya to leave Dex alone? I swear if I didn’t raise ya from birth I would have eaten ya already. How did ya even get outta yer cage?” The viper wiggled about, attempting to make noises as it found its teeth trapped in its owner’s arm. “There’s no arguing this time ya know? You’re gonna have to learn to get along with the little rascal just like yer cousins.”


She removed the snake from her wrist, the bite mark added to the many others which riddled her arm. She placed the viper onto the floor and watched as it slithered off in a blur of orange and brown, a satisfied smile on her face which only grew when she turned to see the mouse now standing on the edge of the table attempting to reach her. She almost went about her normal morning banter with the rascal, but then again she had no idea what time it was. Making the decision to sleep in was in poor taste and Florita was no doubt displeased with her lack of action, but it would be fine overall. There was always time to tend to her plants and go watch over her shop. She reached her hand over and the mouse scurried up her arm before taking a comfortable seat on the patch of scales which covered her shoulder. She coiled up onto the floor as she always had done in the past as the small creature squeaked and squealed into her ear.


“What? Of course I haven’t watched the news. When was the last time ya ever saw me do that? Now let me sleep some more. It ain’t gonna be a relaxing day if—” The mouse squeaked a few more times, this time causing her to open up her eyes as rise from the floor in a sluggish manner. “Fine! I’m up! I should have let Valentine eat ya, little punk.”


The mouth leapt from her shoulder and down onto the table again, watching as she slithered across the floor to the washroom where she would begin brushing her teeth. Clearly she wasn’t fully awake as this was her third time brushing her teeth today without even eating anything. As she emerged, teeth cleaner than clean, she spotted the mouse who was now holding what looked to be a small bottle of pills in its hands.


“Ah! I almost forgot! Ya got me”, she spoke as she grabbed the container and shook one of the pills into her hand, swallowing it whole before chugging down a half finished bottle of water which had been resting on the table. Looking around her home as she ingested the medication really made her feel miserable. “This house is a fucking mess. Ya couldn’t have at least cleaned up a bit while I was asleep? Ya have all gotta help me out here, this is a nightmare.” A few loud squeals from the mouse jogging her memory once again. “Fine! I’ll look up the news! I swear ya just want to ruin my relaxation. Now what am I looking for?” A quick glance at her phone and her brow raised, jaw dropping ever so slightly as the situation had finally found itself to her. “Oh…” she spoke as she skimmed through the articles. “Oh no…” she exclaimed as she looked to the mouse which was now once again on her shoulder. “Oh fuck me.”


What was once the normalcy of her home had now become a place she hadn’t visited in quite some time, the warmth filling her system and giving her the factory reset she needed to be fully awake. Her eyes remained on the horizon, or at least attempting to remain focused on it. How many times had this place saved her?


“I see you’ve been relaxing today.” The ancient’s voice caught her attention and she spun around quickly.


“What? No, of course not. I’ve been as busy as a bee.” She spoke to which the ancient of nature simply gave her a once over to which the dark skinned female chose to do the same. Of course she didn’t change her clothes! A tattered and sleeveless crop top splattered with dirt and grass stains, the lower half of her body quickly shifting from its snakelike form to that of her normal legs only to remind herself that she wasn’t wearing any pants or undergarments! “Heh, work has been very slow… today?”


“Sometimes I regret having you abandon your more serious nature, but then again you enjoy this version of yourself more than the other so I can’t blame you. Have you been taking your medication?”


“Yes ma’am. Dex has been making sure of that.”


“Good. Well I didn’t call you here for nothing so I’ll make this quick so you can get situated. I’m sure you’ve seen the news, I doubt it would be possible for you to avoid seeing what has transpired at this point.”


“That’s right, ya can say that again.” Her eyes darted over to the mouse as if threatening its very being before turning back to the ancient. “So, what will ya have me do?”


“If I’m remembering correctly you live in Greece. Athens to be precise. It should be easy enough for you to make your way to Rome and retrieve whatever important things you may find. Whether that be items or information it will do us good to acquire anything.”


The nature claimant lowered her head, toes crossing over themselves as she thought over the situation. It wasn’t hard to guess that their house wouldn’t be the only one doing this and it most certainly wouldn’t be an easy task to handle if some sort of conflict broke out. Perhaps that was why she was being sent, but that only brough tup even more questions. She had abandoned the lifestyle she once chose for a more peaceful experience. Would this not contradict that very choice? Even Florita agreed it would be best to have her make this decision, it was a decision they had come to together, but why all of a sudden would things change? Perhaps it was just that serious, or maybe there just weren’t many others in their house who were accustomed to combat like her. She could think of people like Loic, but even he was far too kind at times although not necessarily the brightest when it came to social awareness. Perhaps that was why she was being sent, but perhaps it would simply be better to ask.


“Uhm, Florita? Why am I being sent out? I’m sure there are much better choices other than myself, so why would ya choose me? I doubt I’ll be any good in a fight and the medication will only do so much. If things get too stressful I don’t know if it’ll be able to hold up—”


The ancient placed her hands on the woman’s arms, all of the little bite marks fading away ever so slowly. She had almost forgotten Florita could do this, and while it did not answer the question it did put her at relative ease. If anything she could say that the ancient of nature was well capable of calming others down if she tried.


“I chose you because I believe you will be able to help. There’s no need to doubt yourself. You know what you’re capable of and even if you stumble you can always pick yourself back up again. I will need your perspective as well as your skills here. There’s no telling what may happen, but whatever does happen you simply need to do what’s best. Try not to cause any trouble and keep your contact with the other houses to a minimum. Now go, I may have someone else help you as well. I will inform you of the details later. You must hurry.”


Back in her home, it never truly felt real. How quickly the transition from her nest to the Fields and back always transpired made it feel as if she were sick, but she did not have time to dwell on that. She had things to do and they had to be done quickly.


“Dex, go and get my weapon. I’m gonna need the thing I suppose.”


As the mouse scurried off she walked over to a cabinet resting against the wall, opening it up to reveal shelves of bullets, magazines and attachments for multiple weapons, but only one really mattered. She grabbed the handgun which rested lazily on a shelf and four magazines as well as a few  boxes of ammunition. With it all placed on the table next to her potted plants she would throw on some clothes that were fixated more on comfort than fashion or defense. Besides, she wouldn’t really need them if things did evolve to a violent scenario. Navy jeans, a cream sweater and some green vans. It was almost like she didn’t understand the very concept of matching or caring for it, her messy head of curly, unkempt hair only serving to accentuate that point as she stuffed the pistol into her pants and the magazines and ammo into her pockets.


“Alrighty. Dex! Get yer ass out here! We’ve gotta get moving!” the mouse came scurrying out of one of the back rooms and up into the comfort of her sweater where it would do its best to remain hidden. A few squeaks and the woman would sigh in response. A few more squeaks and she would grab her wallet from the small tray next to the door. “Yeah, I know it ain’t gonna be a fun time. Ya don’t have to remind me of that. I have a friend who owes me a favor so we can be to Italy by sundown, although we’ll be traveling by speedboat. From there we’ll just figure something out. Maybe I’ll call in a few more favors.”

She hated the water. More than most things really, but it couldn't be helped. By now time was of the essence and she was late compared to what she could have been. For now she would just focus as best she could on strategy and let everything else fall into place as it needed to. If all else failed she at least had a chance to read the article. They shouldn't need to worry about any humans so she could always just move about freely and as quickly as she could with her tail, but if she could avoid drawing the attention that would bring from other claimants that would work as well. Then again it was just as she said... they'd just figure something out, as they always had.

“You can’t be serious… of all the shit that could happen right now.”


A sigh escaped his lips as he chewed through the piece of toast, his hands scrambling through drawers of papers and files as he prepared for the inevitable. He had been sitting around enjoying the peace and quiet until his mother had contacted him, something about him ‘needing to see the news’, but it only turned out to be more of a pain than he had anticipated.


“You know he’ll be calling on you soon. You’re one of the only people he can really rely on.”


“I know mom, but that won’t make it anymore safe. I suppose I should be preparing for travel. And I was hoping to visit Chaemai today.”


“This is more important, you know?”


“Oh my, something more important than Chaemai? I think not.”


“Just get yourself together, Nier. Nammay is most likely expecting you.”


He closed the cabinets and drawers, a slip of paper with rather stylized writing on it along with a signature only he would be capable of putting to proper use. Tucking it into his pocket and reaching out to his weapons which rose into the air before settling at his sides, he let out a groan and rubbed his eyes. An attempt to clear away the grogginess to no avail. He’d have to sleep while on the way no doubt, but then again he could always hope that Nammay would send someone else instead of him. However he was always prepared to do whatever the ancient of metal asked of him without question, and that was why he found himself in the Gulf standing before this father figure.


“I’m sure you’ve already seen what’s going on.”


“Yes lord Nammay, do you need me to handle it?”


“You really need to stop calling me that, but as expected you understood the situation. While I could send anyone else I would prefer you handle this. There’s no telling what might happen and I’d rather avoid as many problems as possible.”


“Well if that’s the case it’s only natural that I’m sent out, I suppose. Hopefully I don’t run into anymore Aikekunai. It would be a hassle having to deal with anyone else other than Gahbreal. Although I'm certain Novevu will have DeVian deal with this.”


“As important as this is I don’t see any other Dimea aside from him being sent. That may serve to be a problem for everyone else involved, but if Xainayne is taking this as seriously as he should then it may be unavoidable.”

“Absolutely not.”


“And why is that? You act as if this isn’t a serious matter.”


“Oh, I know it’s serious, but I don’t really fucking care either. My answer remains no.”


“You can’t continue to coddle the girl forever, Gahbreal. She will eventually be pulled into the fray and both of us know that she’s more than capable of fending for herself. Even more than most claimants can say. Besides, Verin will also be present so she will not be alone.”


“You do realize what’s going to happen if anything happens to my daughter… correct?”


“Of course I do, but you have important things to take care of and there aren’t many others who can be relied upon. I’m certain everyone will expect you to be there, but you will continue on with your normal duties and leave this up to Verin and Gahbriogyva.”


“…tell her to come here. Immediately.”


The ancient wasted no time calling upon the girl. Having expected Gahbreal to put up much more of a fight before deciding to agree, this was going smoother than expected and if it could be resolved quickly then that would be all the better. The two stood in silence for a moment under the canopy of the tent, a place of confusion and madness for anyone else and yet a home above all other homes for the present two. Then, right before them, a vestige od darkness began to form like a cocoon of black feathers. They spread open like an ill omen upon all things present and revealed to be within was none other than the girl herself. She looked to be rather calm, yet agitated. The same look held within her eyes that her father currently sported and as she gave them both a disagreeing look it only became more apparent how serious they were. How often had she seen that look upon her father’s face?


“So then. What is this about? I was rather busy with my own work, so the faster we get this over with the better.”


“Your work doesn’t matter right now. You’re being called upon.”


“Excuse me? My work is everything, and I would appreciate it if you didn’t—”


Her father placed his hands on her shoulders. They were heavy, as if keeping her grounded and tether the ground beneath their feet. His eyes were a stark red which only fed into the madness resting behind her own. This was serious.


“Focus. Your work can wait. There’s no need to play dumb, I know you’ve most likely been informed about the events in Rome. You will be going there immediately.”


“Wait. I’m going? You are serious?”


“You will refrain from combat at all costs! This is not a request, your actions here carry more weight than just your own affairs. I know how you fight and we must avoid killing the claimants of other houses to make certain that you personally don’t make any enemies. I wouldn’t want to have to clean up any unneeded messes. Verin will be there as well as Stasia. Work with the two of them if need be. I am expecting DeVian to also be present, but I do not know for certain. However, try to keep your distance. I don’t need you doing anything you’ll regret with her.”


What a pain. She had been expecting to make her way to Rome regardless of what either of them had to say and specifically for finding DeVian. How often would she get the chance to force a fight on her? Then again this could work out even better for her. At the end of the day this would mean that a mixing pot of claimants would be gathering in a singularity, and that meant one thing specifically for her…


“If anyone attacks me I do not plan to hold back. You understand that, correct?”


“I would prefer you flee. You are rather quick to take off with your wings.”


“And what of Quinnox’s claimants? Would they not just chase after me?”


“Hopefully you don’t do anything to get on his bad side at all.”


“Gahbriogyva, your father is correct about two things specifically although he left one thing out. Attempt to refrain from combat, but if there is no avoiding it then do what you must. Don’t initiate conflict. Your only purpose there will be to gather as much information as possible regarding Echowix’s appearance and what she left behind. You will be representing our house here, so try to stay on your best behavior.”


“Hmph.” They were sending people as representative icons and they chose her and Verin? All she could do was assume power was more important than reservations. “Fine, I understand. I have seen what was going on so I get the gist of this situation. I’ll get my weapons and head there immediately.”


“There’s no need”, her father’s words caused her eyes to shift to him. “If combat does break out forgo the guns. Just use your weapon. Don’t hold back. Your survival comes above all else.” His grip tightened on her shoulders and for a moment there was a stinging pain under her skin. Thinking about it this was the first time she had ever been sent on any real request by Xainayne or her father. He certainly wasn’t against showing how nervous he was. “If anyone gets in the way of your survival, kill them. Show no mercy. For us power is everything. If you are to be revealed as claimant to the public then you will do so with power. As your father, I give you permission to fight your hardest... if it comes to that.”


It was almost too much to bear, her mouth holding onto her normal frown and yet her rosy cheeks and eyes as red as blood told a completely different story. The story of someone who had been given something she could have never desired more than she did in that moment. It wasn’t as if she weren’t prepared to do as she desired regardless of what the two of them had to say, but hearing the words from her own father’s mouth? Nothing would compare to the extasy of that. If she could have recorded it and listened to it every single night from that day forward she would have gladly done it, but for now she had to remain composed. This was a rare opportunity after all and it couldn’t be ruined by her own lust for whatever possible carnage awaited them.


“So then, Gahbriogyva. Will you do it? Not that you really have a choice.”


“A choice? Xainayne, you know better than that. I’ll gladly handle this for you. The two of you may rest assured that this will be handled with utmost care.”


“Good, Wolf Pup. Now go. I will contact you if the need arises. Be safe.”


Just as she had come she was gone, leaving not a single trace of her ever being present. Gahbreal sighed and it was an action Xainayne took note of, amongst other things. The claimant male sat down on the floor as if the conversation itself had tired him out. It didn’t take him long before he chose to reach into his coat pocket and retrieve tha flask from within, emptying its contents into his mouth.


“Do you see why I chose this as the best choice?”


“Of course I did. She showed up wearing her combat gear for fuck’s sake. By the realms, I should have expected her to end up going anyway regardless of if we told her to or not.”


“But at least you managed to convince her easily enough. We shouldn’t have too many problems now and at least we will be keeping a closer eye on her now rather than if we did not expect her to go. You should trust my decisions more often, Wolf. Then again it's always fun to see you struggle with parenthood.”


“I always do, but it’s not so simple with her. Let’s just hope she doesn’t kill anyone unnecessarily. Also, if things go awry, you'll be struggling just as much as me.”
The small rodent scurried across the dirt covered floor littered with leaves and other forms of foliage. The way it darted about gave signs of panic and distress that only the creature felt it could really understand and yet as its movements quickened, so too did the sound of slithering behind it. The creature dashed up the leg of a table and through the multiple pots of plants which were placed atop it until it found itself against a wall, turning to its right and moving with deft precision. That is, until it found itself in a corner. How many times had this happened? How many times had this situation occurred? As often as the prey would attempt to escape the predator it rarely ever came to pass that the predator would go without its catch, and this situation was no different. The mouse’s amber eyes were locked onto the serpent which was now positioned before it, each strand of dusty blue and green fur standing up on end as its tail curled behind itself. This was it, there was no escape. It was time to accept its fate. The viper lunged forward only to find its teeth lodged into something completely different from its target, helplessly wriggling around attempting to free itself until realizing what had transpired.


“Valentine, how many times am I gonna have to tell ya to leave Dex alone? I swear if I didn’t raise ya from birth I would have eaten ya already. How did ya even get outta yer cage?” The viper wiggled about, attempting to make noises as it found its teeth trapped in its owner’s arm. “There’s no arguing this time ya know? You’re gonna have to learn to get along with the little rascal just like yer cousins.”


She removed the snake from her wrist, the bite mark added to the many others which riddled her arm. She placed the viper onto the floor and watched as it slithered off in a blur of orange and brown, a satisfied smile on her face which only grew when she turned to see the mouse now standing on the edge of the table attempting to reach her. She almost went about her normal morning banter with the rascal, but then again she had no idea what time it was. Making the decision to sleep in was in poor taste and Florita was no doubt displeased with her lack of action, but it would be fine overall. There was always time to tend to her plants and go watch over her shop. She reached her hand over and the mouse scurried up her arm before taking a comfortable seat on the patch of scales which covered her shoulder. She coiled up onto the floor as she always had done in the past as the small creature squeaked and squealed into her ear.


“What? Of course I haven’t watched the news. When was the last time ya ever saw me do that? Now let me sleep some more. It ain’t gonna be a relaxing day if—” The mouse squeaked a few more times, this time causing her to open up her eyes as rise from the floor in a sluggish manner. “Fine! I’m up! I should have let Valentine eat ya, little punk.”


The mouth leapt from her shoulder and down onto the table again, watching as she slithered across the floor to the washroom where she would begin brushing her teeth. Clearly she wasn’t fully awake as this was her third time brushing her teeth today without even eating anything. As she emerged, teeth cleaner than clean, she spotted the mouse who was now holding what looked to be a small bottle of pills in its hands.


“Ah! I almost forgot! Ya got me”, she spoke as she grabbed the container and shook one of the pills into her hand, swallowing it whole before chugging down a half finished bottle of water which had been resting on the table. Looking around her home as she ingested the medication really made her feel miserable. “This house is a fucking mess. Ya couldn’t have at least cleaned up a bit while I was asleep? Ya have all gotta help me out here, this is a nightmare.” A few loud squeals from the mouse jogging her memory once again. “Fine! I’ll look up the news! I swear ya just want to ruin my relaxation. Now what am I looking for?” A quick glance at her phone and her brow raised, jaw dropping ever so slightly as the situation had finally found itself to her. “Oh…” she spoke as she skimmed through the articles. “Oh no…” she exclaimed as she looked to the mouse which was now once again on her shoulder. “Oh fuck me.”


What was once the normalcy of her home had now become a place she hadn’t visited in quite some time, the warmth filling her system and giving her the factory reset she needed to be fully awake. Her eyes remained on the horizon, or at least attempting to remain focused on it. How many times had this place saved her?


“I see you’ve been relaxing today.” The ancient’s voice caught her attention and she spun around quickly.


“What? No, of course not. I’ve been as busy as a bee.” She spoke to which the ancient of nature simply gave her a once over to which the dark skinned female chose to do the same. Of course she didn’t change her clothes! A tattered and sleeveless crop top splattered with dirt and grass stains, the lower half of her body quickly shifting from its snakelike form to that of her normal legs only to remind herself that she wasn’t wearing any pants or undergarments! “Heh, work has been very slow… today?”


“Sometimes I regret having you abandon your more serious nature, but then again you enjoy this version of yourself more than the other so I can’t blame you. Have you been taking your medication?”


“Yes ma’am. Dex has been making sure of that.”


“Good. Well I didn’t call you here for nothing so I’ll make this quick so you can get situated. I’m sure you’ve seen the news, I doubt it would be possible for you to avoid seeing what has transpired at this point.”


“That’s right, ya can say that again.” Her eyes darted over to the mouse as if threatening its very being before turning back to the ancient. “So, what will ya have me do?”


“If I’m remembering correctly you live in Greece. Athens to be precise. It should be easy enough for you to make your way to Rome and retrieve whatever important things you may find. Whether that be items or information it will do us good to acquire anything.”


The nature claimant lowered her head, toes crossing over themselves as she thought over the situation. It wasn’t hard to guess that their house wouldn’t be the only one doing this and it most certainly wouldn’t be an easy task to handle if some sort of conflict broke out. Perhaps that was why she was being sent, but that only brough tup even more questions. She had abandoned the lifestyle she once chose for a more peaceful experience. Would this not contradict that very choice? Even Florita agreed it would be best to have her make this decision, it was a decision they had come to together, but why all of a sudden would things change? Perhaps it was just that serious, or maybe there just weren’t many others in their house who were accustomed to combat like her. She could think of people like Loic, but even he was far too kind at times although not necessarily the brightest when it came to social awareness. Perhaps that was why she was being sent, but perhaps it would simply be better to ask.


“Uhm, Florita? Why am I being sent out? I’m sure there are much better choices other than myself, so why would ya choose me? I doubt I’ll be any good in a fight and the medication will only do so much. If things get too stressful I don’t know if it’ll be able to hold up—”


The ancient placed her hands on the woman’s arms, all of the little bite marks fading away ever so slowly. She had almost forgotten Florita could do this, and while it did not answer the question it did put her at relative ease. If anything she could say that the ancient of nature was well capable of calming others down if she tried.


“I chose you because I believe you will be able to help. There’s no need to doubt yourself. You know what you’re capable of and even if you stumble you can always pick yourself back up again. I will need your perspective as well as your skills here. There’s no telling what may happen, but whatever does happen you simply need to do what’s best. Try not to cause any trouble and keep your contact with the other houses to a minimum. Now go, I may have someone else help you as well. I will inform you of the details later. You must hurry.”


Back in her home, it never truly felt real. How quickly the transition from her nest to the Fields and back always transpired made it feel as if she were sick, but she did not have time to dwell on that. She had things to do and they had to be done quickly.


“Dex, go and get my weapon. I’m gonna need the thing I suppose.”


As the mouse scurried off she walked over to a cabinet resting against the wall, opening it up to reveal shelves of bullets, magazines and attachments for multiple weapons, but only one really mattered. She grabbed the handgun which rested lazily on a shelf and four magazines as well as a few  boxes of ammunition. With it all placed on the table next to her potted plants she would throw on some clothes that were fixated more on comfort than fashion or defense. Besides, she wouldn’t really need them if things did evolve to a violent scenario. Navy jeans, a cream sweater and some green vans. It was almost like she didn’t understand the very concept of matching or caring for it, her messy head of curly, unkempt hair only serving to accentuate that point as she stuffed the pistol into her pants and the magazines and ammo into her pockets.


“Alrighty. Dex! Get yer ass out here! We’ve gotta get moving!” the mouse came scurrying out of one of the back rooms and up into the comfort of her sweater where it would do its best to remain hidden. A few squeaks and the woman would sigh in response. A few more squeaks and she would grab her wallet from the small tray next to the door. “Yeah, I know it ain’t gonna be a fun time. Ya don’t have to remind me of that. I have a friend who owes me a favor so we can be to Italy by sundown, although we’ll be traveling by speedboat. From there we’ll just figure something out. Maybe I’ll call in a few more favors.”

She hated the water. More than most things really, but it couldn't be helped. By now time was of the essence and she was late compared to what she could have been. For now she would just focus as best she could on strategy and let everything else fall into place as it needed to. If all else failed she at least had a chance to read the article. They shouldn't need to worry about any humans so she could always just move about freely and as quickly as she could with her tail, but if she could avoid drawing the attention that would bring from other claimants that would work as well. Then again it was just as she said... they'd just figure something out, as they always had.

“You can’t be serious… of all the shit that could happen right now.”


A sigh escaped his lips as he chewed through the piece of toast, his hands scrambling through drawers of papers and files as he prepared for the inevitable. He had been sitting around enjoying the peace and quiet until his mother had contacted him, something about him ‘needing to see the news’, but it only turned out to be more of a pain than he had anticipated.


“You know he’ll be calling on you soon. You’re one of the only people he can really rely on.”


“I know mom, but that won’t make it anymore safe. I suppose I should be preparing for travel. And I was hoping to visit Chaemai today.”


“This is more important, you know?”


“Oh my, something more important than Chaemai? I think not.”


“Just get yourself together, Nier. Nammay is most likely expecting you.”


He closed the cabinets and drawers, a slip of paper with rather stylized writing on it along with a signature only he would be capable of putting to proper use. Tucking it into his pocket and reaching out to his weapons which rose into the air before settling at his sides, he let out a groan and rubbed his eyes. An attempt to clear away the grogginess to no avail. He’d have to sleep while on the way no doubt, but then again he could always hope that Nammay would send someone else instead of him. However he was always prepared to do whatever the ancient of metal asked of him without question, and that was why he found himself in the Gulf standing before this father figure.


“I’m sure you’ve already seen what’s going on.”


“Yes lord Nammay, do you need me to handle it?”


“You really need to stop calling me that, but as expected you understood the situation. While I could send anyone else I would prefer you handle this. There’s no telling what might happen and I’d rather avoid as many problems as possible.”


“Well if that’s the case it’s only natural that I’m sent out, I suppose. Hopefully I don’t run into anymore Aikekunai. It would be a hassle having to deal with anyone else other than Gahbreal. Although I'm certain Novevu will have DeVian deal with this.”


“As important as this is I don’t see any other Dimea aside from him being sent. That may serve to be a problem for everyone else involved, but if Xainayne is taking this as seriously as he should then it may be unavoidable.”

“Absolutely not.”


“And why is that? You act as if this isn’t a serious matter.”


“Oh, I know it’s serious, but I don’t really fucking care either. My answer remains no.”


“You can’t continue to coddle the girl forever, Gahbreal. She will eventually be pulled into the fray and both of us know that she’s more than capable of fending for herself. Even more than most claimants can say. Besides, Verin will also be present so she will not be alone.”


“You do realize what’s going to happen if anything happens to my daughter… correct?”


“Of course I do, but you have important things to take care of and there aren’t many others who can be relied upon. I’m certain everyone will expect you to be there, but you will continue on with your normal duties and leave this up to Verin and Gahbriogyva.”


“…tell her to come here. Immediately.”


The ancient wasted no time calling upon the girl. Having expected Gahbreal to put up much more of a fight before deciding to agree, this was going smoother than expected and if it could be resolved quickly then that would be all the better. The two stood in silence for a moment under the canopy of the tent, a place of confusion and madness for anyone else and yet a home above all other homes for the present two. Then, right before them, a vestige od darkness began to form like a cocoon of black feathers. They spread open like an ill omen upon all things present and revealed to be within was none other than the girl herself. She looked to be rather calm, yet agitated. The same look held within her eyes that her father currently sported and as she gave them both a disagreeing look it only became more apparent how serious they were. How often had she seen that look upon her father’s face?


“So then. What is this about? I was rather busy with my own work, so the faster we get this over with the better.”


“Your work doesn’t matter right now. You’re being called upon.”


“Excuse me? My work is everything, and I would appreciate it if you didn’t—”


Her father placed his hands on her shoulders. They were heavy, as if keeping her grounded and tether the ground beneath their feet. His eyes were a stark red which only fed into the madness resting behind her own. This was serious.


“Focus. Your work can wait. There’s no need to play dumb, I know you’ve most likely been informed about the events in Rome. You will be going there immediately.”


“Wait. I’m going? You are serious?”


“You will refrain from combat at all costs! This is not a request, your actions here carry more weight than just your own affairs. I know how you fight and we must avoid killing the claimants of other houses to make certain that you personally don’t make any enemies. I wouldn’t want to have to clean up any unneeded messes. Verin will be there as well as Stasia. Work with the two of them if need be. I am expecting DeVian to also be present, but I do not know for certain. However, try to keep your distance. I don’t need you doing anything you’ll regret with her.”


What a pain. She had been expecting to make her way to Rome regardless of what either of them had to say and specifically for finding DeVian. How often would she get the chance to force a fight on her? Then again this could work out even better for her. At the end of the day this would mean that a mixing pot of claimants would be gathering in a singularity, and that meant one thing specifically for her…


“If anyone attacks me I do not plan to hold back. You understand that, correct?”


“I would prefer you flee. You are rather quick to take off with your wings.”


“And what of Quinnox’s claimants? Would they not just chase after me?”


“Hopefully you don’t do anything to get on his bad side at all.”


“Gahbriogyva, your father is correct about two things specifically although he left one thing out. Attempt to refrain from combat, but if there is no avoiding it then do what you must. Don’t initiate conflict. Your only purpose there will be to gather as much information as possible regarding Echowix’s appearance and what she left behind. You will be representing our house here, so try to stay on your best behavior.”


“Hmph.” They were sending people as representative icons and they chose her and Verin? All she could do was assume power was more important than reservations. “Fine, I understand. I have seen what was going on so I get the gist of this situation. I’ll get my weapons and head there immediately.”


“There’s no need”, her father’s words caused her eyes to shift to him. “If combat does break out forgo the guns. Just use your weapon. Don’t hold back. Your survival comes above all else.” His grip tightened on her shoulders and for a moment there was a stinging pain under her skin. Thinking about it this was the first time she had ever been sent on any real request by Xainayne or her father. He certainly wasn’t against showing how nervous he was. “If anyone gets in the way of your survival, kill them. Show no mercy. For us power is everything. If you are to be revealed as claimant to the public then you will do so with power. As your father, I give you permission to fight your hardest... if it comes to that.”


It was almost too much to bear, her mouth holding onto her normal frown and yet her rosy cheeks and eyes as red as blood told a completely different story. The story of someone who had been given something she could have never desired more than she did in that moment. It wasn’t as if she weren’t prepared to do as she desired regardless of what the two of them had to say, but hearing the words from her own father’s mouth? Nothing would compare to the extasy of that. If she could have recorded it and listened to it every single night from that day forward she would have gladly done it, but for now she had to remain composed. This was a rare opportunity after all and it couldn’t be ruined by her own lust for whatever possible carnage awaited them.


“So then, Gahbriogyva. Will you do it? Not that you really have a choice.”


“A choice? Xainayne, you know better than that. I’ll gladly handle this for you. The two of you may rest assured that this will be handled with utmost care.”


“Good, Wolf Pup. Now go. I will contact you if the need arises. Be safe.”


Just as she had come she was gone, leaving not a single trace of her ever being present. Gahbreal sighed and it was an action Xainayne took note of, amongst other things. The claimant male sat down on the floor as if the conversation itself had tired him out. It didn’t take him long before he chose to reach into his coat pocket and retrieve tha flask from within, emptying its contents into his mouth.


“Do you see why I chose this as the best choice?”


“Of course I did. She showed up wearing her combat gear for fuck’s sake. By the realms, I should have expected her to end up going anyway regardless of if we told her to or not.”


“But at least you managed to convince her easily enough. We shouldn’t have too many problems now and at least we will be keeping a closer eye on her now rather than if we did not expect her to go. You should trust my decisions more often, Wolf. Then again it's always fun to see you struggle with parenthood.”


“I always do, but it’s not so simple with her. Let’s just hope she doesn’t kill anyone unnecessarily. Also, if things go awry, you'll be struggling just as much as me.”
The small rodent scurried across the dirt covered floor littered with leaves and other forms of foliage. The way it darted about gave signs of panic and distress that only the creature felt it could really understand and yet as its movements quickened, so too did the sound of slithering behind it. The creature dashed up the leg of a table and through the multiple pots of plants which were placed atop it until it found itself against a wall, turning to its right and moving with deft precision. That is, until it found itself in a corner. How many times had this happened? How many times had this situation occurred? As often as the prey would attempt to escape the predator it rarely ever came to pass that the predator would go without its catch, and this situation was no different. The mouse’s amber eyes were locked onto the serpent which was now positioned before it, each strand of dusty blue and green fur standing up on end as its tail curled behind itself. This was it, there was no escape. It was time to accept its fate. The viper lunged forward only to find its teeth lodged into something completely different from its target, helplessly wriggling around attempting to free itself until realizing what had transpired.


“Valentine, how many times am I gonna have to tell ya to leave Dex alone? I swear if I didn’t raise ya from birth I would have eaten ya already. How did ya even get outta yer cage?” The viper wiggled about, attempting to make noises as it found its teeth trapped in its owner’s arm. “There’s no arguing this time ya know? You’re gonna have to learn to get along with the little rascal just like yer cousins.”


She removed the snake from her wrist, the bite mark added to the many others which riddled her arm. She placed the viper onto the floor and watched as it slithered off in a blur of orange and brown, a satisfied smile on her face which only grew when she turned to see the mouse now standing on the edge of the table attempting to reach her. She almost went about her normal morning banter with the rascal, but then again she had no idea what time it was. Making the decision to sleep in was in poor taste and Florita was no doubt displeased with her lack of action, but it would be fine overall. There was always time to tend to her plants and go watch over her shop. She reached her hand over and the mouse scurried up her arm before taking a comfortable seat on the patch of scales which covered her shoulder. She coiled up onto the floor as she always had done in the past as the small creature squeaked and squealed into her ear.


“What? Of course I haven’t watched the news. When was the last time ya ever saw me do that? Now let me sleep some more. It ain’t gonna be a relaxing day if—” The mouse squeaked a few more times, this time causing her to open up her eyes as rise from the floor in a sluggish manner. “Fine! I’m up! I should have let Valentine eat ya, little punk.”


The mouth leapt from her shoulder and down onto the table again, watching as she slithered across the floor to the washroom where she would begin brushing her teeth. Clearly she wasn’t fully awake as this was her third time brushing her teeth today without even eating anything. As she emerged, teeth cleaner than clean, she spotted the mouse who was now holding what looked to be a small bottle of pills in its hands.


“Ah! I almost forgot! Ya got me”, she spoke as she grabbed the container and shook one of the pills into her hand, swallowing it whole before chugging down a half finished bottle of water which had been resting on the table. Looking around her home as she ingested the medication really made her feel miserable. “This house is a fucking mess. Ya couldn’t have at least cleaned up a bit while I was asleep? Ya have all gotta help me out here, this is a nightmare.” A few loud squeals from the mouse jogging her memory once again. “Fine! I’ll look up the news! I swear ya just want to ruin my relaxation. Now what am I looking for?” A quick glance at her phone and her brow raised, jaw dropping ever so slightly as the situation had finally found itself to her. “Oh…” she spoke as she skimmed through the articles. “Oh no…” she exclaimed as she looked to the mouse which was now once again on her shoulder. “Oh fuck me.”


What was once the normalcy of her home had now become a place she hadn’t visited in quite some time, the warmth filling her system and giving her the factory reset she needed to be fully awake. Her eyes remained on the horizon, or at least attempting to remain focused on it. How many times had this place saved her?


“I see you’ve been relaxing today.” The ancient’s voice caught her attention and she spun around quickly.


“What? No, of course not. I’ve been as busy as a bee.” She spoke to which the ancient of nature simply gave her a once over to which the dark skinned female chose to do the same. Of course she didn’t change her clothes! A tattered and sleeveless crop top splattered with dirt and grass stains, the lower half of her body quickly shifting from its snakelike form to that of her normal legs only to remind herself that she wasn’t wearing any pants or undergarments! “Heh, work has been very slow… today?”


“Sometimes I regret having you abandon your more serious nature, but then again you enjoy this version of yourself more than the other so I can’t blame you. Have you been taking your medication?”


“Yes ma’am. Dex has been making sure of that.”


“Good. Well I didn’t call you here for nothing so I’ll make this quick so you can get situated. I’m sure you’ve seen the news, I doubt it would be possible for you to avoid seeing what has transpired at this point.”


“That’s right, ya can say that again.” Her eyes darted over to the mouse as if threatening its very being before turning back to the ancient. “So, what will ya have me do?”


“If I’m remembering correctly you live in Greece. Athens to be precise. It should be easy enough for you to make your way to Rome and retrieve whatever important things you may find. Whether that be items or information it will do us good to acquire anything.”


The nature claimant lowered her head, toes crossing over themselves as she thought over the situation. It wasn’t hard to guess that their house wouldn’t be the only one doing this and it most certainly wouldn’t be an easy task to handle if some sort of conflict broke out. Perhaps that was why she was being sent, but that only brough tup even more questions. She had abandoned the lifestyle she once chose for a more peaceful experience. Would this not contradict that very choice? Even Florita agreed it would be best to have her make this decision, it was a decision they had come to together, but why all of a sudden would things change? Perhaps it was just that serious, or maybe there just weren’t many others in their house who were accustomed to combat like her. She could think of people like Loic, but even he was far too kind at times although not necessarily the brightest when it came to social awareness. Perhaps that was why she was being sent, but perhaps it would simply be better to ask.


“Uhm, Florita? Why am I being sent out? I’m sure there are much better choices other than myself, so why would ya choose me? I doubt I’ll be any good in a fight and the medication will only do so much. If things get too stressful I don’t know if it’ll be able to hold up—”


The ancient placed her hands on the woman’s arms, all of the little bite marks fading away ever so slowly. She had almost forgotten Florita could do this, and while it did not answer the question it did put her at relative ease. If anything she could say that the ancient of nature was well capable of calming others down if she tried.


“I chose you because I believe you will be able to help. There’s no need to doubt yourself. You know what you’re capable of and even if you stumble you can always pick yourself back up again. I will need your perspective as well as your skills here. There’s no telling what may happen, but whatever does happen you simply need to do what’s best. Try not to cause any trouble and keep your contact with the other houses to a minimum. Now go, I may have someone else help you as well. I will inform you of the details later. You must hurry.”


Back in her home, it never truly felt real. How quickly the transition from her nest to the Fields and back always transpired made it feel as if she were sick, but she did not have time to dwell on that. She had things to do and they had to be done quickly.


“Dex, go and get my weapon. I’m gonna need the thing I suppose.”


As the mouse scurried off she walked over to a cabinet resting against the wall, opening it up to reveal shelves of bullets, magazines and attachments for multiple weapons, but only one really mattered. She grabbed the handgun which rested lazily on a shelf and four magazines as well as a few  boxes of ammunition. With it all placed on the table next to her potted plants she would throw on some clothes that were fixated more on comfort than fashion or defense. Besides, she wouldn’t really need them if things did evolve to a violent scenario. Navy jeans, a cream sweater and some green vans. It was almost like she didn’t understand the very concept of matching or caring for it, her messy head of curly, unkempt hair only serving to accentuate that point as she stuffed the pistol into her pants and the magazines and ammo into her pockets.


“Alrighty. Dex! Get yer ass out here! We’ve gotta get moving!” the mouse came scurrying out of one of the back rooms and up into the comfort of her sweater where it would do its best to remain hidden. A few squeaks and the woman would sigh in response. A few more squeaks and she would grab her wallet from the small tray next to the door. “Yeah, I know it ain’t gonna be a fun time. Ya don’t have to remind me of that. I have a friend who owes me a favor so we can be to Italy by sundown, although we’ll be traveling by speedboat. From there we’ll just figure something out. Maybe I’ll call in a few more favors.”

She hated the water. More than most things really, but it couldn't be helped. By now time was of the essence and she was late compared to what she could have been. For now she would just focus as best she could on strategy and let everything else fall into place as it needed to. If all else failed she at least had a chance to read the article. They shouldn't need to worry about any humans so she could always just move about freely and as quickly as she could with her tail, but if she could avoid drawing the attention that would bring from other claimants that would work as well. Then again it was just as she said... they'd just figure something out, as they always had.

“You can’t be serious… of all the shit that could happen right now.”


A sigh escaped his lips as he chewed through the piece of toast, his hands scrambling through drawers of papers and files as he prepared for the inevitable. He had been sitting around enjoying the peace and quiet until his mother had contacted him, something about him ‘needing to see the news’, but it only turned out to be more of a pain than he had anticipated.


“You know he’ll be calling on you soon. You’re one of the only people he can really rely on.”


“I know mom, but that won’t make it anymore safe. I suppose I should be preparing for travel. And I was hoping to visit Chaemai today.”


“This is more important, you know?”


“Oh my, something more important than Chaemai? I think not.”


“Just get yourself together, Nier. Nammay is most likely expecting you.”


He closed the cabinets and drawers, a slip of paper with rather stylized writing on it along with a signature only he would be capable of putting to proper use. Tucking it into his pocket and reaching out to his weapons which rose into the air before settling at his sides, he let out a groan and rubbed his eyes. An attempt to clear away the grogginess to no avail. He’d have to sleep while on the way no doubt, but then again he could always hope that Nammay would send someone else instead of him. However he was always prepared to do whatever the ancient of metal asked of him without question, and that was why he found himself in the Gulf standing before this father figure.


“I’m sure you’ve already seen what’s going on.”


“Yes lord Nammay, do you need me to handle it?”


“You really need to stop calling me that, but as expected you understood the situation. While I could send anyone else I would prefer you handle this. There’s no telling what might happen and I’d rather avoid as many problems as possible.”


“Well if that’s the case it’s only natural that I’m sent out, I suppose. Hopefully I don’t run into anymore Aikekunai. It would be a hassle having to deal with anyone else other than Gahbreal. Although I'm certain Novevu will have DeVian deal with this.”


“As important as this is I don’t see any other Dimea aside from him being sent. That may serve to be a problem for everyone else involved, but if Xainayne is taking this as seriously as he should then it may be unavoidable.”

“Absolutely not.”


“And why is that? You act as if this isn’t a serious matter.”


“Oh, I know it’s serious, but I don’t really fucking care either. My answer remains no.”


“You can’t continue to coddle the girl forever, Gahbreal. She will eventually be pulled into the fray and both of us know that she’s more than capable of fending for herself. Even more than most claimants can say. Besides, Verin will also be present so she will not be alone.”


“You do realize what’s going to happen if anything happens to my daughter… correct?”


“Of course I do, but you have important things to take care of and there aren’t many others who can be relied upon. I’m certain everyone will expect you to be there, but you will continue on with your normal duties and leave this up to Verin and Gahbriogyva.”


“…tell her to come here. Immediately.”


The ancient wasted no time calling upon the girl. Having expected Gahbreal to put up much more of a fight before deciding to agree, this was going smoother than expected and if it could be resolved quickly then that would be all the better. The two stood in silence for a moment under the canopy of the tent, a place of confusion and madness for anyone else and yet a home above all other homes for the present two. Then, right before them, a vestige od darkness began to form like a cocoon of black feathers. They spread open like an ill omen upon all things present and revealed to be within was none other than the girl herself. She looked to be rather calm, yet agitated. The same look held within her eyes that her father currently sported and as she gave them both a disagreeing look it only became more apparent how serious they were. How often had she seen that look upon her father’s face?


“So then. What is this about? I was rather busy with my own work, so the faster we get this over with the better.”


“Your work doesn’t matter right now. You’re being called upon.”


“Excuse me? My work is everything, and I would appreciate it if you didn’t—”


Her father placed his hands on her shoulders. They were heavy, as if keeping her grounded and tether the ground beneath their feet. His eyes were a stark red which only fed into the madness resting behind her own. This was serious.


“Focus. Your work can wait. There’s no need to play dumb, I know you’ve most likely been informed about the events in Rome. You will be going there immediately.”


“Wait. I’m going? You are serious?”


“You will refrain from combat at all costs! This is not a request, your actions here carry more weight than just your own affairs. I know how you fight and we must avoid killing the claimants of other houses to make certain that you personally don’t make any enemies. I wouldn’t want to have to clean up any unneeded messes. Verin will be there as well as Stasia. Work with the two of them if need be. I am expecting DeVian to also be present, but I do not know for certain. However, try to keep your distance. I don’t need you doing anything you’ll regret with her.”


What a pain. She had been expecting to make her way to Rome regardless of what either of them had to say and specifically for finding DeVian. How often would she get the chance to force a fight on her? Then again this could work out even better for her. At the end of the day this would mean that a mixing pot of claimants would be gathering in a singularity, and that meant one thing specifically for her…


“If anyone attacks me I do not plan to hold back. You understand that, correct?”


“I would prefer you flee. You are rather quick to take off with your wings.”


“And what of Quinnox’s claimants? Would they not just chase after me?”


“Hopefully you don’t do anything to get on his bad side at all.”


“Gahbriogyva, your father is correct about two things specifically although he left one thing out. Attempt to refrain from combat, but if there is no avoiding it then do what you must. Don’t initiate conflict. Your only purpose there will be to gather as much information as possible regarding Echowix’s appearance and what she left behind. You will be representing our house here, so try to stay on your best behavior.”


“Hmph.” They were sending people as representative icons and they chose her and Verin? All she could do was assume power was more important than reservations. “Fine, I understand. I have seen what was going on so I get the gist of this situation. I’ll get my weapons and head there immediately.”


“There’s no need”, her father’s words caused her eyes to shift to him. “If combat does break out forgo the guns. Just use your weapon. Don’t hold back. Your survival comes above all else.” His grip tightened on her shoulders and for a moment there was a stinging pain under her skin. Thinking about it this was the first time she had ever been sent on any real request by Xainayne or her father. He certainly wasn’t against showing how nervous he was. “If anyone gets in the way of your survival, kill them. Show no mercy. For us power is everything. If you are to be revealed as claimant to the public then you will do so with power. As your father, I give you permission to fight your hardest... if it comes to that.”


It was almost too much to bear, her mouth holding onto her normal frown and yet her rosy cheeks and eyes as red as blood told a completely different story. The story of someone who had been given something she could have never desired more than she did in that moment. It wasn’t as if she weren’t prepared to do as she desired regardless of what the two of them had to say, but hearing the words from her own father’s mouth? Nothing would compare to the extasy of that. If she could have recorded it and listened to it every single night from that day forward she would have gladly done it, but for now she had to remain composed. This was a rare opportunity after all and it couldn’t be ruined by her own lust for whatever possible carnage awaited them.


“So then, Gahbriogyva. Will you do it? Not that you really have a choice.”


“A choice? Xainayne, you know better than that. I’ll gladly handle this for you. The two of you may rest assured that this will be handled with utmost care.”


“Good, Wolf Pup. Now go. I will contact you if the need arises. Be safe.”


Just as she had come she was gone, leaving not a single trace of her ever being present. Gahbreal sighed and it was an action Xainayne took note of, amongst other things. The claimant male sat down on the floor as if the conversation itself had tired him out. It didn’t take him long before he chose to reach into his coat pocket and retrieve tha flask from within, emptying its contents into his mouth.


“Do you see why I chose this as the best choice?”


“Of course I did. She showed up wearing her combat gear for fuck’s sake. By the realms, I should have expected her to end up going anyway regardless of if we told her to or not.”


“But at least you managed to convince her easily enough. We shouldn’t have too many problems now and at least we will be keeping a closer eye on her now rather than if we did not expect her to go. You should trust my decisions more often, Wolf. Then again it's always fun to see you struggle with parenthood.”


“I always do, but it’s not so simple with her. Let’s just hope she doesn’t kill anyone unnecessarily. Also, if things go awry, you'll be struggling just as much as me.”
The small rodent scurried across the dirt covered floor littered with leaves and other forms of foliage. The way it darted about gave signs of panic and distress that only the creature felt it could really understand and yet as its movements quickened, so too did the sound of slithering behind it. The creature dashed up the leg of a table and through the multiple pots of plants which were placed atop it until it found itself against a wall, turning to its right and moving with deft precision. That is, until it found itself in a corner. How many times had this happened? How many times had this situation occurred? As often as the prey would attempt to escape the predator it rarely ever came to pass that the predator would go without its catch, and this situation was no different. The mouse’s amber eyes were locked onto the serpent which was now positioned before it, each strand of dusty blue and green fur standing up on end as its tail curled behind itself. This was it, there was no escape. It was time to accept its fate. The viper lunged forward only to find its teeth lodged into something completely different from its target, helplessly wriggling around attempting to free itself until realizing what had transpired.


“Valentine, how many times am I gonna have to tell ya to leave Dex alone? I swear if I didn’t raise ya from birth I would have eaten ya already. How did ya even get outta yer cage?” The viper wiggled about, attempting to make noises as it found its teeth trapped in its owner’s arm. “There’s no arguing this time ya know? You’re gonna have to learn to get along with the little rascal just like yer cousins.”


She removed the snake from her wrist, the bite mark added to the many others which riddled her arm. She placed the viper onto the floor and watched as it slithered off in a blur of orange and brown, a satisfied smile on her face which only grew when she turned to see the mouse now standing on the edge of the table attempting to reach her. She almost went about her normal morning banter with the rascal, but then again she had no idea what time it was. Making the decision to sleep in was in poor taste and Florita was no doubt displeased with her lack of action, but it would be fine overall. There was always time to tend to her plants and go watch over her shop. She reached her hand over and the mouse scurried up her arm before taking a comfortable seat on the patch of scales which covered her shoulder. She coiled up onto the floor as she always had done in the past as the small creature squeaked and squealed into her ear.


“What? Of course I haven’t watched the news. When was the last time ya ever saw me do that? Now let me sleep some more. It ain’t gonna be a relaxing day if—” The mouse squeaked a few more times, this time causing her to open up her eyes as rise from the floor in a sluggish manner. “Fine! I’m up! I should have let Valentine eat ya, little punk.”


The mouth leapt from her shoulder and down onto the table again, watching as she slithered across the floor to the washroom where she would begin brushing her teeth. Clearly she wasn’t fully awake as this was her third time brushing her teeth today without even eating anything. As she emerged, teeth cleaner than clean, she spotted the mouse who was now holding what looked to be a small bottle of pills in its hands.


“Ah! I almost forgot! Ya got me”, she spoke as she grabbed the container and shook one of the pills into her hand, swallowing it whole before chugging down a half finished bottle of water which had been resting on the table. Looking around her home as she ingested the medication really made her feel miserable. “This house is a fucking mess. Ya couldn’t have at least cleaned up a bit while I was asleep? Ya have all gotta help me out here, this is a nightmare.” A few loud squeals from the mouse jogging her memory once again. “Fine! I’ll look up the news! I swear ya just want to ruin my relaxation. Now what am I looking for?” A quick glance at her phone and her brow raised, jaw dropping ever so slightly as the situation had finally found itself to her. “Oh…” she spoke as she skimmed through the articles. “Oh no…” she exclaimed as she looked to the mouse which was now once again on her shoulder. “Oh fuck me.”


What was once the normalcy of her home had now become a place she hadn’t visited in quite some time, the warmth filling her system and giving her the factory reset she needed to be fully awake. Her eyes remained on the horizon, or at least attempting to remain focused on it. How many times had this place saved her?


“I see you’ve been relaxing today.” The ancient’s voice caught her attention and she spun around quickly.


“What? No, of course not. I’ve been as busy as a bee.” She spoke to which the ancient of nature simply gave her a once over to which the dark skinned female chose to do the same. Of course she didn’t change her clothes! A tattered and sleeveless crop top splattered with dirt and grass stains, the lower half of her body quickly shifting from its snakelike form to that of her normal legs only to remind herself that she wasn’t wearing any pants or undergarments! “Heh, work has been very slow… today?”


“Sometimes I regret having you abandon your more serious nature, but then again you enjoy this version of yourself more than the other so I can’t blame you. Have you been taking your medication?”


“Yes ma’am. Dex has been making sure of that.”


“Good. Well I didn’t call you here for nothing so I’ll make this quick so you can get situated. I’m sure you’ve seen the news, I doubt it would be possible for you to avoid seeing what has transpired at this point.”


“That’s right, ya can say that again.” Her eyes darted over to the mouse as if threatening its very being before turning back to the ancient. “So, what will ya have me do?”


“If I’m remembering correctly you live in Greece. Athens to be precise. It should be easy enough for you to make your way to Rome and retrieve whatever important things you may find. Whether that be items or information it will do us good to acquire anything.”


The nature claimant lowered her head, toes crossing over themselves as she thought over the situation. It wasn’t hard to guess that their house wouldn’t be the only one doing this and it most certainly wouldn’t be an easy task to handle if some sort of conflict broke out. Perhaps that was why she was being sent, but that only brough tup even more questions. She had abandoned the lifestyle she once chose for a more peaceful experience. Would this not contradict that very choice? Even Florita agreed it would be best to have her make this decision, it was a decision they had come to together, but why all of a sudden would things change? Perhaps it was just that serious, or maybe there just weren’t many others in their house who were accustomed to combat like her. She could think of people like Loic, but even he was far too kind at times although not necessarily the brightest when it came to social awareness. Perhaps that was why she was being sent, but perhaps it would simply be better to ask.


“Uhm, Florita? Why am I being sent out? I’m sure there are much better choices other than myself, so why would ya choose me? I doubt I’ll be any good in a fight and the medication will only do so much. If things get too stressful I don’t know if it’ll be able to hold up—”


The ancient placed her hands on the woman’s arms, all of the little bite marks fading away ever so slowly. She had almost forgotten Florita could do this, and while it did not answer the question it did put her at relative ease. If anything she could say that the ancient of nature was well capable of calming others down if she tried.


“I chose you because I believe you will be able to help. There’s no need to doubt yourself. You know what you’re capable of and even if you stumble you can always pick yourself back up again. I will need your perspective as well as your skills here. There’s no telling what may happen, but whatever does happen you simply need to do what’s best. Try not to cause any trouble and keep your contact with the other houses to a minimum. Now go, I may have someone else help you as well. I will inform you of the details later. You must hurry.”


Back in her home, it never truly felt real. How quickly the transition from her nest to the Fields and back always transpired made it feel as if she were sick, but she did not have time to dwell on that. She had things to do and they had to be done quickly.


“Dex, go and get my weapon. I’m gonna need the thing I suppose.”


As the mouse scurried off she walked over to a cabinet resting against the wall, opening it up to reveal shelves of bullets, magazines and attachments for multiple weapons, but only one really mattered. She grabbed the handgun which rested lazily on a shelf and four magazines as well as a few  boxes of ammunition. With it all placed on the table next to her potted plants she would throw on some clothes that were fixated more on comfort than fashion or defense. Besides, she wouldn’t really need them if things did evolve to a violent scenario. Navy jeans, a cream sweater and some green vans. It was almost like she didn’t understand the very concept of matching or caring for it, her messy head of curly, unkempt hair only serving to accentuate that point as she stuffed the pistol into her pants and the magazines and ammo into her pockets.


“Alrighty. Dex! Get yer ass out here! We’ve gotta get moving!” the mouse came scurrying out of one of the back rooms and up into the comfort of her sweater where it would do its best to remain hidden. A few squeaks and the woman would sigh in response. A few more squeaks and she would grab her wallet from the small tray next to the door. “Yeah, I know it ain’t gonna be a fun time. Ya don’t have to remind me of that. I have a friend who owes me a favor so we can be to Italy by sundown, although we’ll be traveling by speedboat. From there we’ll just figure something out. Maybe I’ll call in a few more favors.”

She hated the water. More than most things really, but it couldn't be helped. By now time was of the essence and she was late compared to what she could have been. For now she would just focus as best she could on strategy and let everything else fall into place as it needed to. If all else failed she at least had a chance to read the article. They shouldn't need to worry about any humans so she could always just move about freely and as quickly as she could with her tail, but if she could avoid drawing the attention that would bring from other claimants that would work as well. Then again it was just as she said... they'd just figure something out, as they always had.

“You can’t be serious… of all the shit that could happen right now.”


A sigh escaped his lips as he chewed through the piece of toast, his hands scrambling through drawers of papers and files as he prepared for the inevitable. He had been sitting around enjoying the peace and quiet until his mother had contacted him, something about him ‘needing to see the news’, but it only turned out to be more of a pain than he had anticipated.


“You know he’ll be calling on you soon. You’re one of the only people he can really rely on.”


“I know mom, but that won’t make it anymore safe. I suppose I should be preparing for travel. And I was hoping to visit Chaemai today.”


“This is more important, you know?”


“Oh my, something more important than Chaemai? I think not.”


“Just get yourself together, Nier. Nammay is most likely expecting you.”


He closed the cabinets and drawers, a slip of paper with rather stylized writing on it along with a signature only he would be capable of putting to proper use. Tucking it into his pocket and reaching out to his weapons which rose into the air before settling at his sides, he let out a groan and rubbed his eyes. An attempt to clear away the grogginess to no avail. He’d have to sleep while on the way no doubt, but then again he could always hope that Nammay would send someone else instead of him. However he was always prepared to do whatever the ancient of metal asked of him without question, and that was why he found himself in the Gulf standing before this father figure.


“I’m sure you’ve already seen what’s going on.”


“Yes lord Nammay, do you need me to handle it?”


“You really need to stop calling me that, but as expected you understood the situation. While I could send anyone else I would prefer you handle this. There’s no telling what might happen and I’d rather avoid as many problems as possible.”


“Well if that’s the case it’s only natural that I’m sent out, I suppose. Hopefully I don’t run into anymore Aikekunai. It would be a hassle having to deal with anyone else other than Gahbreal. Although I'm certain Novevu will have DeVian deal with this.”


“As important as this is I don’t see any other Dimea aside from him being sent. That may serve to be a problem for everyone else involved, but if Xainayne is taking this as seriously as he should then it may be unavoidable.”

“Absolutely not.”


“And why is that? You act as if this isn’t a serious matter.”


“Oh, I know it’s serious, but I don’t really fucking care either. My answer remains no.”


“You can’t continue to coddle the girl forever, Gahbreal. She will eventually be pulled into the fray and both of us know that she’s more than capable of fending for herself. Even more than most claimants can say. Besides, Verin will also be present so she will not be alone.”


“You do realize what’s going to happen if anything happens to my daughter… correct?”


“Of course I do, but you have important things to take care of and there aren’t many others who can be relied upon. I’m certain everyone will expect you to be there, but you will continue on with your normal duties and leave this up to Verin and Gahbriogyva.”


“…tell her to come here. Immediately.”


The ancient wasted no time calling upon the girl. Having expected Gahbreal to put up much more of a fight before deciding to agree, this was going smoother than expected and if it could be resolved quickly then that would be all the better. The two stood in silence for a moment under the canopy of the tent, a place of confusion and madness for anyone else and yet a home above all other homes for the present two. Then, right before them, a vestige od darkness began to form like a cocoon of black feathers. They spread open like an ill omen upon all things present and revealed to be within was none other than the girl herself. She looked to be rather calm, yet agitated. The same look held within her eyes that her father currently sported and as she gave them both a disagreeing look it only became more apparent how serious they were. How often had she seen that look upon her father’s face?


“So then. What is this about? I was rather busy with my own work, so the faster we get this over with the better.”


“Your work doesn’t matter right now. You’re being called upon.”


“Excuse me? My work is everything, and I would appreciate it if you didn’t—”


Her father placed his hands on her shoulders. They were heavy, as if keeping her grounded and tether the ground beneath their feet. His eyes were a stark red which only fed into the madness resting behind her own. This was serious.


“Focus. Your work can wait. There’s no need to play dumb, I know you’ve most likely been informed about the events in Rome. You will be going there immediately.”


“Wait. I’m going? You are serious?”


“You will refrain from combat at all costs! This is not a request, your actions here carry more weight than just your own affairs. I know how you fight and we must avoid killing the claimants of other houses to make certain that you personally don’t make any enemies. I wouldn’t want to have to clean up any unneeded messes. Verin will be there as well as Stasia. Work with the two of them if need be. I am expecting DeVian to also be present, but I do not know for certain. However, try to keep your distance. I don’t need you doing anything you’ll regret with her.”


What a pain. She had been expecting to make her way to Rome regardless of what either of them had to say and specifically for finding DeVian. How often would she get the chance to force a fight on her? Then again this could work out even better for her. At the end of the day this would mean that a mixing pot of claimants would be gathering in a singularity, and that meant one thing specifically for her…


“If anyone attacks me I do not plan to hold back. You understand that, correct?”


“I would prefer you flee. You are rather quick to take off with your wings.”


“And what of Quinnox’s claimants? Would they not just chase after me?”


“Hopefully you don’t do anything to get on his bad side at all.”


“Gahbriogyva, your father is correct about two things specifically although he left one thing out. Attempt to refrain from combat, but if there is no avoiding it then do what you must. Don’t initiate conflict. Your only purpose there will be to gather as much information as possible regarding Echowix’s appearance and what she left behind. You will be representing our house here, so try to stay on your best behavior.”


“Hmph.” They were sending people as representative icons and they chose her and Verin? All she could do was assume power was more important than reservations. “Fine, I understand. I have seen what was going on so I get the gist of this situation. I’ll get my weapons and head there immediately.”


“There’s no need”, her father’s words caused her eyes to shift to him. “If combat does break out forgo the guns. Just use your weapon. Don’t hold back. Your survival comes above all else.” His grip tightened on her shoulders and for a moment there was a stinging pain under her skin. Thinking about it this was the first time she had ever been sent on any real request by Xainayne or her father. He certainly wasn’t against showing how nervous he was. “If anyone gets in the way of your survival, kill them. Show no mercy. For us power is everything. If you are to be revealed as claimant to the public then you will do so with power. As your father, I give you permission to fight your hardest... if it comes to that.”


It was almost too much to bear, her mouth holding onto her normal frown and yet her rosy cheeks and eyes as red as blood told a completely different story. The story of someone who had been given something she could have never desired more than she did in that moment. It wasn’t as if she weren’t prepared to do as she desired regardless of what the two of them had to say, but hearing the words from her own father’s mouth? Nothing would compare to the extasy of that. If she could have recorded it and listened to it every single night from that day forward she would have gladly done it, but for now she had to remain composed. This was a rare opportunity after all and it couldn’t be ruined by her own lust for whatever possible carnage awaited them.


“So then, Gahbriogyva. Will you do it? Not that you really have a choice.”


“A choice? Xainayne, you know better than that. I’ll gladly handle this for you. The two of you may rest assured that this will be handled with utmost care.”


“Good, Wolf Pup. Now go. I will contact you if the need arises. Be safe.”


Just as she had come she was gone, leaving not a single trace of her ever being present. Gahbreal sighed and it was an action Xainayne took note of, amongst other things. The claimant male sat down on the floor as if the conversation itself had tired him out. It didn’t take him long before he chose to reach into his coat pocket and retrieve tha flask from within, emptying its contents into his mouth.


“Do you see why I chose this as the best choice?”


“Of course I did. She showed up wearing her combat gear for fuck’s sake. By the realms, I should have expected her to end up going anyway regardless of if we told her to or not.”


“But at least you managed to convince her easily enough. We shouldn’t have too many problems now and at least we will be keeping a closer eye on her now rather than if we did not expect her to go. You should trust my decisions more often, Wolf. Then again it's always fun to see you struggle with parenthood.”


“I always do, but it’s not so simple with her. Let’s just hope she doesn’t kill anyone unnecessarily. Also, if things go awry, you'll be struggling just as much as me.”
The small rodent scurried across the dirt covered floor littered with leaves and other forms of foliage. The way it darted about gave signs of panic and distress that only the creature felt it could really understand and yet as its movements quickened, so too did the sound of slithering behind it. The creature dashed up the leg of a table and through the multiple pots of plants which were placed atop it until it found itself against a wall, turning to its right and moving with deft precision. That is, until it found itself in a corner. How many times had this happened? How many times had this situation occurred? As often as the prey would attempt to escape the predator it rarely ever came to pass that the predator would go without its catch, and this situation was no different. The mouse’s amber eyes were locked onto the serpent which was now positioned before it, each strand of dusty blue and green fur standing up on end as its tail curled behind itself. This was it, there was no escape. It was time to accept its fate. The viper lunged forward only to find its teeth lodged into something completely different from its target, helplessly wriggling around attempting to free itself until realizing what had transpired.


“Valentine, how many times am I gonna have to tell ya to leave Dex alone? I swear if I didn’t raise ya from birth I would have eaten ya already. How did ya even get outta yer cage?” The viper wiggled about, attempting to make noises as it found its teeth trapped in its owner’s arm. “There’s no arguing this time ya know? You’re gonna have to learn to get along with the little rascal just like yer cousins.”


She removed the snake from her wrist, the bite mark added to the many others which riddled her arm. She placed the viper onto the floor and watched as it slithered off in a blur of orange and brown, a satisfied smile on her face which only grew when she turned to see the mouse now standing on the edge of the table attempting to reach her. She almost went about her normal morning banter with the rascal, but then again she had no idea what time it was. Making the decision to sleep in was in poor taste and Florita was no doubt displeased with her lack of action, but it would be fine overall. There was always time to tend to her plants and go watch over her shop. She reached her hand over and the mouse scurried up her arm before taking a comfortable seat on the patch of scales which covered her shoulder. She coiled up onto the floor as she always had done in the past as the small creature squeaked and squealed into her ear.


“What? Of course I haven’t watched the news. When was the last time ya ever saw me do that? Now let me sleep some more. It ain’t gonna be a relaxing day if—” The mouse squeaked a few more times, this time causing her to open up her eyes as rise from the floor in a sluggish manner. “Fine! I’m up! I should have let Valentine eat ya, little punk.”


The mouth leapt from her shoulder and down onto the table again, watching as she slithered across the floor to the washroom where she would begin brushing her teeth. Clearly she wasn’t fully awake as this was her third time brushing her teeth today without even eating anything. As she emerged, teeth cleaner than clean, she spotted the mouse who was now holding what looked to be a small bottle of pills in its hands.


“Ah! I almost forgot! Ya got me”, she spoke as she grabbed the container and shook one of the pills into her hand, swallowing it whole before chugging down a half finished bottle of water which had been resting on the table. Looking around her home as she ingested the medication really made her feel miserable. “This house is a fucking mess. Ya couldn’t have at least cleaned up a bit while I was asleep? Ya have all gotta help me out here, this is a nightmare.” A few loud squeals from the mouse jogging her memory once again. “Fine! I’ll look up the news! I swear ya just want to ruin my relaxation. Now what am I looking for?” A quick glance at her phone and her brow raised, jaw dropping ever so slightly as the situation had finally found itself to her. “Oh…” she spoke as she skimmed through the articles. “Oh no…” she exclaimed as she looked to the mouse which was now once again on her shoulder. “Oh fuck me.”


What was once the normalcy of her home had now become a place she hadn’t visited in quite some time, the warmth filling her system and giving her the factory reset she needed to be fully awake. Her eyes remained on the horizon, or at least attempting to remain focused on it. How many times had this place saved her?


“I see you’ve been relaxing today.” The ancient’s voice caught her attention and she spun around quickly.


“What? No, of course not. I’ve been as busy as a bee.” She spoke to which the ancient of nature simply gave her a once over to which the dark skinned female chose to do the same. Of course she didn’t change her clothes! A tattered and sleeveless crop top splattered with dirt and grass stains, the lower half of her body quickly shifting from its snakelike form to that of her normal legs only to remind herself that she wasn’t wearing any pants or undergarments! “Heh, work has been very slow… today?”


“Sometimes I regret having you abandon your more serious nature, but then again you enjoy this version of yourself more than the other so I can’t blame you. Have you been taking your medication?”


“Yes ma’am. Dex has been making sure of that.”


“Good. Well I didn’t call you here for nothing so I’ll make this quick so you can get situated. I’m sure you’ve seen the news, I doubt it would be possible for you to avoid seeing what has transpired at this point.”


“That’s right, ya can say that again.” Her eyes darted over to the mouse as if threatening its very being before turning back to the ancient. “So, what will ya have me do?”


“If I’m remembering correctly you live in Greece. Athens to be precise. It should be easy enough for you to make your way to Rome and retrieve whatever important things you may find. Whether that be items or information it will do us good to acquire anything.”


The nature claimant lowered her head, toes crossing over themselves as she thought over the situation. It wasn’t hard to guess that their house wouldn’t be the only one doing this and it most certainly wouldn’t be an easy task to handle if some sort of conflict broke out. Perhaps that was why she was being sent, but that only brough tup even more questions. She had abandoned the lifestyle she once chose for a more peaceful experience. Would this not contradict that very choice? Even Florita agreed it would be best to have her make this decision, it was a decision they had come to together, but why all of a sudden would things change? Perhaps it was just that serious, or maybe there just weren’t many others in their house who were accustomed to combat like her. She could think of people like Loic, but even he was far too kind at times although not necessarily the brightest when it came to social awareness. Perhaps that was why she was being sent, but perhaps it would simply be better to ask.


“Uhm, Florita? Why am I being sent out? I’m sure there are much better choices other than myself, so why would ya choose me? I doubt I’ll be any good in a fight and the medication will only do so much. If things get too stressful I don’t know if it’ll be able to hold up—”


The ancient placed her hands on the woman’s arms, all of the little bite marks fading away ever so slowly. She had almost forgotten Florita could do this, and while it did not answer the question it did put her at relative ease. If anything she could say that the ancient of nature was well capable of calming others down if she tried.


“I chose you because I believe you will be able to help. There’s no need to doubt yourself. You know what you’re capable of and even if you stumble you can always pick yourself back up again. I will need your perspective as well as your skills here. There’s no telling what may happen, but whatever does happen you simply need to do what’s best. Try not to cause any trouble and keep your contact with the other houses to a minimum. Now go, I may have someone else help you as well. I will inform you of the details later. You must hurry.”


Back in her home, it never truly felt real. How quickly the transition from her nest to the Fields and back always transpired made it feel as if she were sick, but she did not have time to dwell on that. She had things to do and they had to be done quickly.


“Dex, go and get my weapon. I’m gonna need the thing I suppose.”


As the mouse scurried off she walked over to a cabinet resting against the wall, opening it up to reveal shelves of bullets, magazines and attachments for multiple weapons, but only one really mattered. She grabbed the handgun which rested lazily on a shelf and four magazines as well as a few  boxes of ammunition. With it all placed on the table next to her potted plants she would throw on some clothes that were fixated more on comfort than fashion or defense. Besides, she wouldn’t really need them if things did evolve to a violent scenario. Navy jeans, a cream sweater and some green vans. It was almost like she didn’t understand the very concept of matching or caring for it, her messy head of curly, unkempt hair only serving to accentuate that point as she stuffed the pistol into her pants and the magazines and ammo into her pockets.


“Alrighty. Dex! Get yer ass out here! We’ve gotta get moving!” the mouse came scurrying out of one of the back rooms and up into the comfort of her sweater where it would do its best to remain hidden. A few squeaks and the woman would sigh in response. A few more squeaks and she would grab her wallet from the small tray next to the door. “Yeah, I know it ain’t gonna be a fun time. Ya don’t have to remind me of that. I have a friend who owes me a favor so we can be to Italy by sundown, although we’ll be traveling by speedboat. From there we’ll just figure something out. Maybe I’ll call in a few more favors.”

She hated the water. More than most things really, but it couldn't be helped. By now time was of the essence and she was late compared to what she could have been. For now she would just focus as best she could on strategy and let everything else fall into place as it needed to. If all else failed she at least had a chance to read the article. They shouldn't need to worry about any humans so she could always just move about freely and as quickly as she could with her tail, but if she could avoid drawing the attention that would bring from other claimants that would work as well. Then again it was just as she said... they'd just figure something out, as they always had.

“You can’t be serious… of all the shit that could happen right now.”


A sigh escaped his lips as he chewed through the piece of toast, his hands scrambling through drawers of papers and files as he prepared for the inevitable. He had been sitting around enjoying the peace and quiet until his mother had contacted him, something about him ‘needing to see the news’, but it only turned out to be more of a pain than he had anticipated.


“You know he’ll be calling on you soon. You’re one of the only people he can really rely on.”


“I know mom, but that won’t make it anymore safe. I suppose I should be preparing for travel. And I was hoping to visit Chaemai today.”


“This is more important, you know?”


“Oh my, something more important than Chaemai? I think not.”


“Just get yourself together, Nier. Nammay is most likely expecting you.”


He closed the cabinets and drawers, a slip of paper with rather stylized writing on it along with a signature only he would be capable of putting to proper use. Tucking it into his pocket and reaching out to his weapons which rose into the air before settling at his sides, he let out a groan and rubbed his eyes. An attempt to clear away the grogginess to no avail. He’d have to sleep while on the way no doubt, but then again he could always hope that Nammay would send someone else instead of him. However he was always prepared to do whatever the ancient of metal asked of him without question, and that was why he found himself in the Gulf standing before this father figure.


“I’m sure you’ve already seen what’s going on.”


“Yes lord Nammay, do you need me to handle it?”


“You really need to stop calling me that, but as expected you understood the situation. While I could send anyone else I would prefer you handle this. There’s no telling what might happen and I’d rather avoid as many problems as possible.”


“Well if that’s the case it’s only natural that I’m sent out, I suppose. Hopefully I don’t run into anymore Aikekunai. It would be a hassle having to deal with anyone else other than Gahbreal. Although I'm certain Novevu will have DeVian deal with this.”


“As important as this is I don’t see any other Dimea aside from him being sent. That may serve to be a problem for everyone else involved, but if Xainayne is taking this as seriously as he should then it may be unavoidable.”

“Absolutely not.”


“And why is that? You act as if this isn’t a serious matter.”


“Oh, I know it’s serious, but I don’t really fucking care either. My answer remains no.”


“You can’t continue to coddle the girl forever, Gahbreal. She will eventually be pulled into the fray and both of us know that she’s more than capable of fending for herself. Even more than most claimants can say. Besides, Verin will also be present so she will not be alone.”


“You do realize what’s going to happen if anything happens to my daughter… correct?”


“Of course I do, but you have important things to take care of and there aren’t many others who can be relied upon. I’m certain everyone will expect you to be there, but you will continue on with your normal duties and leave this up to Verin and Gahbriogyva.”


“…tell her to come here. Immediately.”


The ancient wasted no time calling upon the girl. Having expected Gahbreal to put up much more of a fight before deciding to agree, this was going smoother than expected and if it could be resolved quickly then that would be all the better. The two stood in silence for a moment under the canopy of the tent, a place of confusion and madness for anyone else and yet a home above all other homes for the present two. Then, right before them, a vestige od darkness began to form like a cocoon of black feathers. They spread open like an ill omen upon all things present and revealed to be within was none other than the girl herself. She looked to be rather calm, yet agitated. The same look held within her eyes that her father currently sported and as she gave them both a disagreeing look it only became more apparent how serious they were. How often had she seen that look upon her father’s face?


“So then. What is this about? I was rather busy with my own work, so the faster we get this over with the better.”


“Your work doesn’t matter right now. You’re being called upon.”


“Excuse me? My work is everything, and I would appreciate it if you didn’t—”


Her father placed his hands on her shoulders. They were heavy, as if keeping her grounded and tether the ground beneath their feet. His eyes were a stark red which only fed into the madness resting behind her own. This was serious.


“Focus. Your work can wait. There’s no need to play dumb, I know you’ve most likely been informed about the events in Rome. You will be going there immediately.”


“Wait. I’m going? You are serious?”


“You will refrain from combat at all costs! This is not a request, your actions here carry more weight than just your own affairs. I know how you fight and we must avoid killing the claimants of other houses to make certain that you personally don’t make any enemies. I wouldn’t want to have to clean up any unneeded messes. Verin will be there as well as Stasia. Work with the two of them if need be. I am expecting DeVian to also be present, but I do not know for certain. However, try to keep your distance. I don’t need you doing anything you’ll regret with her.”


What a pain. She had been expecting to make her way to Rome regardless of what either of them had to say and specifically for finding DeVian. How often would she get the chance to force a fight on her? Then again this could work out even better for her. At the end of the day this would mean that a mixing pot of claimants would be gathering in a singularity, and that meant one thing specifically for her…


“If anyone attacks me I do not plan to hold back. You understand that, correct?”


“I would prefer you flee. You are rather quick to take off with your wings.”


“And what of Quinnox’s claimants? Would they not just chase after me?”


“Hopefully you don’t do anything to get on his bad side at all.”


“Gahbriogyva, your father is correct about two things specifically although he left one thing out. Attempt to refrain from combat, but if there is no avoiding it then do what you must. Don’t initiate conflict. Your only purpose there will be to gather as much information as possible regarding Echowix’s appearance and what she left behind. You will be representing our house here, so try to stay on your best behavior.”


“Hmph.” They were sending people as representative icons and they chose her and Verin? All she could do was assume power was more important than reservations. “Fine, I understand. I have seen what was going on so I get the gist of this situation. I’ll get my weapons and head there immediately.”


“There’s no need”, her father’s words caused her eyes to shift to him. “If combat does break out forgo the guns. Just use your weapon. Don’t hold back. Your survival comes above all else.” His grip tightened on her shoulders and for a moment there was a stinging pain under her skin. Thinking about it this was the first time she had ever been sent on any real request by Xainayne or her father. He certainly wasn’t against showing how nervous he was. “If anyone gets in the way of your survival, kill them. Show no mercy. For us power is everything. If you are to be revealed as claimant to the public then you will do so with power. As your father, I give you permission to fight your hardest... if it comes to that.”


It was almost too much to bear, her mouth holding onto her normal frown and yet her rosy cheeks and eyes as red as blood told a completely different story. The story of someone who had been given something she could have never desired more than she did in that moment. It wasn’t as if she weren’t prepared to do as she desired regardless of what the two of them had to say, but hearing the words from her own father’s mouth? Nothing would compare to the extasy of that. If she could have recorded it and listened to it every single night from that day forward she would have gladly done it, but for now she had to remain composed. This was a rare opportunity after all and it couldn’t be ruined by her own lust for whatever possible carnage awaited them.


“So then, Gahbriogyva. Will you do it? Not that you really have a choice.”


“A choice? Xainayne, you know better than that. I’ll gladly handle this for you. The two of you may rest assured that this will be handled with utmost care.”


“Good, Wolf Pup. Now go. I will contact you if the need arises. Be safe.”


Just as she had come she was gone, leaving not a single trace of her ever being present. Gahbreal sighed and it was an action Xainayne took note of, amongst other things. The claimant male sat down on the floor as if the conversation itself had tired him out. It didn’t take him long before he chose to reach into his coat pocket and retrieve tha flask from within, emptying its contents into his mouth.


“Do you see why I chose this as the best choice?”


“Of course I did. She showed up wearing her combat gear for fuck’s sake. By the realms, I should have expected her to end up going anyway regardless of if we told her to or not.”


“But at least you managed to convince her easily enough. We shouldn’t have too many problems now and at least we will be keeping a closer eye on her now rather than if we did not expect her to go. You should trust my decisions more often, Wolf. Then again it's always fun to see you struggle with parenthood.”


“I always do, but it’s not so simple with her. Let’s just hope she doesn’t kill anyone unnecessarily. Also, if things go awry, you'll be struggling just as much as me.”
The small rodent scurried across the dirt covered floor littered with leaves and other forms of foliage. The way it darted about gave signs of panic and distress that only the creature felt it could really understand and yet as its movements quickened, so too did the sound of slithering behind it. The creature dashed up the leg of a table and through the multiple pots of plants which were placed atop it until it found itself against a wall, turning to its right and moving with deft precision. That is, until it found itself in a corner. How many times had this happened? How many times had this situation occurred? As often as the prey would attempt to escape the predator it rarely ever came to pass that the predator would go without its catch, and this situation was no different. The mouse’s amber eyes were locked onto the serpent which was now positioned before it, each strand of dusty blue and green fur standing up on end as its tail curled behind itself. This was it, there was no escape. It was time to accept its fate. The viper lunged forward only to find its teeth lodged into something completely different from its target, helplessly wriggling around attempting to free itself until realizing what had transpired.


“Valentine, how many times am I gonna have to tell ya to leave Dex alone? I swear if I didn’t raise ya from birth I would have eaten ya already. How did ya even get outta yer cage?” The viper wiggled about, attempting to make noises as it found its teeth trapped in its owner’s arm. “There’s no arguing this time ya know? You’re gonna have to learn to get along with the little rascal just like yer cousins.”


She removed the snake from her wrist, the bite mark added to the many others which riddled her arm. She placed the viper onto the floor and watched as it slithered off in a blur of orange and brown, a satisfied smile on her face which only grew when she turned to see the mouse now standing on the edge of the table attempting to reach her. She almost went about her normal morning banter with the rascal, but then again she had no idea what time it was. Making the decision to sleep in was in poor taste and Florita was no doubt displeased with her lack of action, but it would be fine overall. There was always time to tend to her plants and go watch over her shop. She reached her hand over and the mouse scurried up her arm before taking a comfortable seat on the patch of scales which covered her shoulder. She coiled up onto the floor as she always had done in the past as the small creature squeaked and squealed into her ear.


“What? Of course I haven’t watched the news. When was the last time ya ever saw me do that? Now let me sleep some more. It ain’t gonna be a relaxing day if—” The mouse squeaked a few more times, this time causing her to open up her eyes as rise from the floor in a sluggish manner. “Fine! I’m up! I should have let Valentine eat ya, little punk.”


The mouth leapt from her shoulder and down onto the table again, watching as she slithered across the floor to the washroom where she would begin brushing her teeth. Clearly she wasn’t fully awake as this was her third time brushing her teeth today without even eating anything. As she emerged, teeth cleaner than clean, she spotted the mouse who was now holding what looked to be a small bottle of pills in its hands.


“Ah! I almost forgot! Ya got me”, she spoke as she grabbed the container and shook one of the pills into her hand, swallowing it whole before chugging down a half finished bottle of water which had been resting on the table. Looking around her home as she ingested the medication really made her feel miserable. “This house is a fucking mess. Ya couldn’t have at least cleaned up a bit while I was asleep? Ya have all gotta help me out here, this is a nightmare.” A few loud squeals from the mouse jogging her memory once again. “Fine! I’ll look up the news! I swear ya just want to ruin my relaxation. Now what am I looking for?” A quick glance at her phone and her brow raised, jaw dropping ever so slightly as the situation had finally found itself to her. “Oh…” she spoke as she skimmed through the articles. “Oh no…” she exclaimed as she looked to the mouse which was now once again on her shoulder. “Oh fuck me.”


What was once the normalcy of her home had now become a place she hadn’t visited in quite some time, the warmth filling her system and giving her the factory reset she needed to be fully awake. Her eyes remained on the horizon, or at least attempting to remain focused on it. How many times had this place saved her?


“I see you’ve been relaxing today.” The ancient’s voice caught her attention and she spun around quickly.


“What? No, of course not. I’ve been as busy as a bee.” She spoke to which the ancient of nature simply gave her a once over to which the dark skinned female chose to do the same. Of course she didn’t change her clothes! A tattered and sleeveless crop top splattered with dirt and grass stains, the lower half of her body quickly shifting from its snakelike form to that of her normal legs only to remind herself that she wasn’t wearing any pants or undergarments! “Heh, work has been very slow… today?”


“Sometimes I regret having you abandon your more serious nature, but then again you enjoy this version of yourself more than the other so I can’t blame you. Have you been taking your medication?”


“Yes ma’am. Dex has been making sure of that.”


“Good. Well I didn’t call you here for nothing so I’ll make this quick so you can get situated. I’m sure you’ve seen the news, I doubt it would be possible for you to avoid seeing what has transpired at this point.”


“That’s right, ya can say that again.” Her eyes darted over to the mouse as if threatening its very being before turning back to the ancient. “So, what will ya have me do?”


“If I’m remembering correctly you live in Greece. Athens to be precise. It should be easy enough for you to make your way to Rome and retrieve whatever important things you may find. Whether that be items or information it will do us good to acquire anything.”


The nature claimant lowered her head, toes crossing over themselves as she thought over the situation. It wasn’t hard to guess that their house wouldn’t be the only one doing this and it most certainly wouldn’t be an easy task to handle if some sort of conflict broke out. Perhaps that was why she was being sent, but that only brough tup even more questions. She had abandoned the lifestyle she once chose for a more peaceful experience. Would this not contradict that very choice? Even Florita agreed it would be best to have her make this decision, it was a decision they had come to together, but why all of a sudden would things change? Perhaps it was just that serious, or maybe there just weren’t many others in their house who were accustomed to combat like her. She could think of people like Loic, but even he was far too kind at times although not necessarily the brightest when it came to social awareness. Perhaps that was why she was being sent, but perhaps it would simply be better to ask.


“Uhm, Florita? Why am I being sent out? I’m sure there are much better choices other than myself, so why would ya choose me? I doubt I’ll be any good in a fight and the medication will only do so much. If things get too stressful I don’t know if it’ll be able to hold up—”


The ancient placed her hands on the woman’s arms, all of the little bite marks fading away ever so slowly. She had almost forgotten Florita could do this, and while it did not answer the question it did put her at relative ease. If anything she could say that the ancient of nature was well capable of calming others down if she tried.


“I chose you because I believe you will be able to help. There’s no need to doubt yourself. You know what you’re capable of and even if you stumble you can always pick yourself back up again. I will need your perspective as well as your skills here. There’s no telling what may happen, but whatever does happen you simply need to do what’s best. Try not to cause any trouble and keep your contact with the other houses to a minimum. Now go, I may have someone else help you as well. I will inform you of the details later. You must hurry.”


Back in her home, it never truly felt real. How quickly the transition from her nest to the Fields and back always transpired made it feel as if she were sick, but she did not have time to dwell on that. She had things to do and they had to be done quickly.


“Dex, go and get my weapon. I’m gonna need the thing I suppose.”


As the mouse scurried off she walked over to a cabinet resting against the wall, opening it up to reveal shelves of bullets, magazines and attachments for multiple weapons, but only one really mattered. She grabbed the handgun which rested lazily on a shelf and four magazines as well as a few  boxes of ammunition. With it all placed on the table next to her potted plants she would throw on some clothes that were fixated more on comfort than fashion or defense. Besides, she wouldn’t really need them if things did evolve to a violent scenario. Navy jeans, a cream sweater and some green vans. It was almost like she didn’t understand the very concept of matching or caring for it, her messy head of curly, unkempt hair only serving to accentuate that point as she stuffed the pistol into her pants and the magazines and ammo into her pockets.


“Alrighty. Dex! Get yer ass out here! We’ve gotta get moving!” the mouse came scurrying out of one of the back rooms and up into the comfort of her sweater where it would do its best to remain hidden. A few squeaks and the woman would sigh in response. A few more squeaks and she would grab her wallet from the small tray next to the door. “Yeah, I know it ain’t gonna be a fun time. Ya don’t have to remind me of that. I have a friend who owes me a favor so we can be to Italy by sundown, although we’ll be traveling by speedboat. From there we’ll just figure something out. Maybe I’ll call in a few more favors.”

She hated the water. More than most things really, but it couldn't be helped. By now time was of the essence and she was late compared to what she could have been. For now she would just focus as best she could on strategy and let everything else fall into place as it needed to. If all else failed she at least had a chance to read the article. They shouldn't need to worry about any humans so she could always just move about freely and as quickly as she could with her tail, but if she could avoid drawing the attention that would bring from other claimants that would work as well. Then again it was just as she said... they'd just figure something out, as they always had.

“You can’t be serious… of all the shit that could happen right now.”


A sigh escaped his lips as he chewed through the piece of toast, his hands scrambling through drawers of papers and files as he prepared for the inevitable. He had been sitting around enjoying the peace and quiet until his mother had contacted him, something about him ‘needing to see the news’, but it only turned out to be more of a pain than he had anticipated.


“You know he’ll be calling on you soon. You’re one of the only people he can really rely on.”


“I know mom, but that won’t make it anymore safe. I suppose I should be preparing for travel. And I was hoping to visit Chaemai today.”


“This is more important, you know?”


“Oh my, something more important than Chaemai? I think not.”


“Just get yourself together, Nier. Nammay is most likely expecting you.”


He closed the cabinets and drawers, a slip of paper with rather stylized writing on it along with a signature only he would be capable of putting to proper use. Tucking it into his pocket and reaching out to his weapons which rose into the air before settling at his sides, he let out a groan and rubbed his eyes. An attempt to clear away the grogginess to no avail. He’d have to sleep while on the way no doubt, but then again he could always hope that Nammay would send someone else instead of him. However he was always prepared to do whatever the ancient of metal asked of him without question, and that was why he found himself in the Gulf standing before this father figure.


“I’m sure you’ve already seen what’s going on.”


“Yes lord Nammay, do you need me to handle it?”


“You really need to stop calling me that, but as expected you understood the situation. While I could send anyone else I would prefer you handle this. There’s no telling what might happen and I’d rather avoid as many problems as possible.”


“Well if that’s the case it’s only natural that I’m sent out, I suppose. Hopefully I don’t run into anymore Aikekunai. It would be a hassle having to deal with anyone else other than Gahbreal. Although I'm certain Novevu will have DeVian deal with this.”


“As important as this is I don’t see any other Dimea aside from him being sent. That may serve to be a problem for everyone else involved, but if Xainayne is taking this as seriously as he should then it may be unavoidable.”

“Absolutely not.”


“And why is that? You act as if this isn’t a serious matter.”


“Oh, I know it’s serious, but I don’t really fucking care either. My answer remains no.”


“You can’t continue to coddle the girl forever, Gahbreal. She will eventually be pulled into the fray and both of us know that she’s more than capable of fending for herself. Even more than most claimants can say. Besides, Verin will also be present so she will not be alone.”


“You do realize what’s going to happen if anything happens to my daughter… correct?”


“Of course I do, but you have important things to take care of and there aren’t many others who can be relied upon. I’m certain everyone will expect you to be there, but you will continue on with your normal duties and leave this up to Verin and Gahbriogyva.”


“…tell her to come here. Immediately.”


The ancient wasted no time calling upon the girl. Having expected Gahbreal to put up much more of a fight before deciding to agree, this was going smoother than expected and if it could be resolved quickly then that would be all the better. The two stood in silence for a moment under the canopy of the tent, a place of confusion and madness for anyone else and yet a home above all other homes for the present two. Then, right before them, a vestige od darkness began to form like a cocoon of black feathers. They spread open like an ill omen upon all things present and revealed to be within was none other than the girl herself. She looked to be rather calm, yet agitated. The same look held within her eyes that her father currently sported and as she gave them both a disagreeing look it only became more apparent how serious they were. How often had she seen that look upon her father’s face?


“So then. What is this about? I was rather busy with my own work, so the faster we get this over with the better.”


“Your work doesn’t matter right now. You’re being called upon.”


“Excuse me? My work is everything, and I would appreciate it if you didn’t—”


Her father placed his hands on her shoulders. They were heavy, as if keeping her grounded and tether the ground beneath their feet. His eyes were a stark red which only fed into the madness resting behind her own. This was serious.


“Focus. Your work can wait. There’s no need to play dumb, I know you’ve most likely been informed about the events in Rome. You will be going there immediately.”


“Wait. I’m going? You are serious?”


“You will refrain from combat at all costs! This is not a request, your actions here carry more weight than just your own affairs. I know how you fight and we must avoid killing the claimants of other houses to make certain that you personally don’t make any enemies. I wouldn’t want to have to clean up any unneeded messes. Verin will be there as well as Stasia. Work with the two of them if need be. I am expecting DeVian to also be present, but I do not know for certain. However, try to keep your distance. I don’t need you doing anything you’ll regret with her.”


What a pain. She had been expecting to make her way to Rome regardless of what either of them had to say and specifically for finding DeVian. How often would she get the chance to force a fight on her? Then again this could work out even better for her. At the end of the day this would mean that a mixing pot of claimants would be gathering in a singularity, and that meant one thing specifically for her…


“If anyone attacks me I do not plan to hold back. You understand that, correct?”


“I would prefer you flee. You are rather quick to take off with your wings.”


“And what of Quinnox’s claimants? Would they not just chase after me?”


“Hopefully you don’t do anything to get on his bad side at all.”


“Gahbriogyva, your father is correct about two things specifically although he left one thing out. Attempt to refrain from combat, but if there is no avoiding it then do what you must. Don’t initiate conflict. Your only purpose there will be to gather as much information as possible regarding Echowix’s appearance and what she left behind. You will be representing our house here, so try to stay on your best behavior.”


“Hmph.” They were sending people as representative icons and they chose her and Verin? All she could do was assume power was more important than reservations. “Fine, I understand. I have seen what was going on so I get the gist of this situation. I’ll get my weapons and head there immediately.”


“There’s no need”, her father’s words caused her eyes to shift to him. “If combat does break out forgo the guns. Just use your weapon. Don’t hold back. Your survival comes above all else.” His grip tightened on her shoulders and for a moment there was a stinging pain under her skin. Thinking about it this was the first time she had ever been sent on any real request by Xainayne or her father. He certainly wasn’t against showing how nervous he was. “If anyone gets in the way of your survival, kill them. Show no mercy. For us power is everything. If you are to be revealed as claimant to the public then you will do so with power. As your father, I give you permission to fight your hardest... if it comes to that.”


It was almost too much to bear, her mouth holding onto her normal frown and yet her rosy cheeks and eyes as red as blood told a completely different story. The story of someone who had been given something she could have never desired more than she did in that moment. It wasn’t as if she weren’t prepared to do as she desired regardless of what the two of them had to say, but hearing the words from her own father’s mouth? Nothing would compare to the extasy of that. If she could have recorded it and listened to it every single night from that day forward she would have gladly done it, but for now she had to remain composed. This was a rare opportunity after all and it couldn’t be ruined by her own lust for whatever possible carnage awaited them.


“So then, Gahbriogyva. Will you do it? Not that you really have a choice.”


“A choice? Xainayne, you know better than that. I’ll gladly handle this for you. The two of you may rest assured that this will be handled with utmost care.”


“Good, Wolf Pup. Now go. I will contact you if the need arises. Be safe.”


Just as she had come she was gone, leaving not a single trace of her ever being present. Gahbreal sighed and it was an action Xainayne took note of, amongst other things. The claimant male sat down on the floor as if the conversation itself had tired him out. It didn’t take him long before he chose to reach into his coat pocket and retrieve tha flask from within, emptying its contents into his mouth.


“Do you see why I chose this as the best choice?”


“Of course I did. She showed up wearing her combat gear for fuck’s sake. By the realms, I should have expected her to end up going anyway regardless of if we told her to or not.”


“But at least you managed to convince her easily enough. We shouldn’t have too many problems now and at least we will be keeping a closer eye on her now rather than if we did not expect her to go. You should trust my decisions more often, Wolf. Then again it's always fun to see you struggle with parenthood.”


“I always do, but it’s not so simple with her. Let’s just hope she doesn’t kill anyone unnecessarily. Also, if things go awry, you'll be struggling just as much as me.”
The small rodent scurried across the dirt covered floor littered with leaves and other forms of foliage. The way it darted about gave signs of panic and distress that only the creature felt it could really understand and yet as its movements quickened, so too did the sound of slithering behind it. The creature dashed up the leg of a table and through the multiple pots of plants which were placed atop it until it found itself against a wall, turning to its right and moving with deft precision. That is, until it found itself in a corner. How many times had this happened? How many times had this situation occurred? As often as the prey would attempt to escape the predator it rarely ever came to pass that the predator would go without its catch, and this situation was no different. The mouse’s amber eyes were locked onto the serpent which was now positioned before it, each strand of dusty blue and green fur standing up on end as its tail curled behind itself. This was it, there was no escape. It was time to accept its fate. The viper lunged forward only to find its teeth lodged into something completely different from its target, helplessly wriggling around attempting to free itself until realizing what had transpired.


“Valentine, how many times am I gonna have to tell ya to leave Dex alone? I swear if I didn’t raise ya from birth I would have eaten ya already. How did ya even get outta yer cage?” The viper wiggled about, attempting to make noises as it found its teeth trapped in its owner’s arm. “There’s no arguing this time ya know? You’re gonna have to learn to get along with the little rascal just like yer cousins.”


She removed the snake from her wrist, the bite mark added to the many others which riddled her arm. She placed the viper onto the floor and watched as it slithered off in a blur of orange and brown, a satisfied smile on her face which only grew when she turned to see the mouse now standing on the edge of the table attempting to reach her. She almost went about her normal morning banter with the rascal, but then again she had no idea what time it was. Making the decision to sleep in was in poor taste and Florita was no doubt displeased with her lack of action, but it would be fine overall. There was always time to tend to her plants and go watch over her shop. She reached her hand over and the mouse scurried up her arm before taking a comfortable seat on the patch of scales which covered her shoulder. She coiled up onto the floor as she always had done in the past as the small creature squeaked and squealed into her ear.


“What? Of course I haven’t watched the news. When was the last time ya ever saw me do that? Now let me sleep some more. It ain’t gonna be a relaxing day if—” The mouse squeaked a few more times, this time causing her to open up her eyes as rise from the floor in a sluggish manner. “Fine! I’m up! I should have let Valentine eat ya, little punk.”


The mouth leapt from her shoulder and down onto the table again, watching as she slithered across the floor to the washroom where she would begin brushing her teeth. Clearly she wasn’t fully awake as this was her third time brushing her teeth today without even eating anything. As she emerged, teeth cleaner than clean, she spotted the mouse who was now holding what looked to be a small bottle of pills in its hands.


“Ah! I almost forgot! Ya got me”, she spoke as she grabbed the container and shook one of the pills into her hand, swallowing it whole before chugging down a half finished bottle of water which had been resting on the table. Looking around her home as she ingested the medication really made her feel miserable. “This house is a fucking mess. Ya couldn’t have at least cleaned up a bit while I was asleep? Ya have all gotta help me out here, this is a nightmare.” A few loud squeals from the mouse jogging her memory once again. “Fine! I’ll look up the news! I swear ya just want to ruin my relaxation. Now what am I looking for?” A quick glance at her phone and her brow raised, jaw dropping ever so slightly as the situation had finally found itself to her. “Oh…” she spoke as she skimmed through the articles. “Oh no…” she exclaimed as she looked to the mouse which was now once again on her shoulder. “Oh fuck me.”


What was once the normalcy of her home had now become a place she hadn’t visited in quite some time, the warmth filling her system and giving her the factory reset she needed to be fully awake. Her eyes remained on the horizon, or at least attempting to remain focused on it. How many times had this place saved her?


“I see you’ve been relaxing today.” The ancient’s voice caught her attention and she spun around quickly.


“What? No, of course not. I’ve been as busy as a bee.” She spoke to which the ancient of nature simply gave her a once over to which the dark skinned female chose to do the same. Of course she didn’t change her clothes! A tattered and sleeveless crop top splattered with dirt and grass stains, the lower half of her body quickly shifting from its snakelike form to that of her normal legs only to remind herself that she wasn’t wearing any pants or undergarments! “Heh, work has been very slow… today?”


“Sometimes I regret having you abandon your more serious nature, but then again you enjoy this version of yourself more than the other so I can’t blame you. Have you been taking your medication?”


“Yes ma’am. Dex has been making sure of that.”


“Good. Well I didn’t call you here for nothing so I’ll make this quick so you can get situated. I’m sure you’ve seen the news, I doubt it would be possible for you to avoid seeing what has transpired at this point.”


“That’s right, ya can say that again.” Her eyes darted over to the mouse as if threatening its very being before turning back to the ancient. “So, what will ya have me do?”


“If I’m remembering correctly you live in Greece. Athens to be precise. It should be easy enough for you to make your way to Rome and retrieve whatever important things you may find. Whether that be items or information it will do us good to acquire anything.”


The nature claimant lowered her head, toes crossing over themselves as she thought over the situation. It wasn’t hard to guess that their house wouldn’t be the only one doing this and it most certainly wouldn’t be an easy task to handle if some sort of conflict broke out. Perhaps that was why she was being sent, but that only brough tup even more questions. She had abandoned the lifestyle she once chose for a more peaceful experience. Would this not contradict that very choice? Even Florita agreed it would be best to have her make this decision, it was a decision they had come to together, but why all of a sudden would things change? Perhaps it was just that serious, or maybe there just weren’t many others in their house who were accustomed to combat like her. She could think of people like Loic, but even he was far too kind at times although not necessarily the brightest when it came to social awareness. Perhaps that was why she was being sent, but perhaps it would simply be better to ask.


“Uhm, Florita? Why am I being sent out? I’m sure there are much better choices other than myself, so why would ya choose me? I doubt I’ll be any good in a fight and the medication will only do so much. If things get too stressful I don’t know if it’ll be able to hold up—”


The ancient placed her hands on the woman’s arms, all of the little bite marks fading away ever so slowly. She had almost forgotten Florita could do this, and while it did not answer the question it did put her at relative ease. If anything she could say that the ancient of nature was well capable of calming others down if she tried.


“I chose you because I believe you will be able to help. There’s no need to doubt yourself. You know what you’re capable of and even if you stumble you can always pick yourself back up again. I will need your perspective as well as your skills here. There’s no telling what may happen, but whatever does happen you simply need to do what’s best. Try not to cause any trouble and keep your contact with the other houses to a minimum. Now go, I may have someone else help you as well. I will inform you of the details later. You must hurry.”


Back in her home, it never truly felt real. How quickly the transition from her nest to the Fields and back always transpired made it feel as if she were sick, but she did not have time to dwell on that. She had things to do and they had to be done quickly.


“Dex, go and get my weapon. I’m gonna need the thing I suppose.”


As the mouse scurried off she walked over to a cabinet resting against the wall, opening it up to reveal shelves of bullets, magazines and attachments for multiple weapons, but only one really mattered. She grabbed the handgun which rested lazily on a shelf and four magazines as well as a few  boxes of ammunition. With it all placed on the table next to her potted plants she would throw on some clothes that were fixated more on comfort than fashion or defense. Besides, she wouldn’t really need them if things did evolve to a violent scenario. Navy jeans, a cream sweater and some green vans. It was almost like she didn’t understand the very concept of matching or caring for it, her messy head of curly, unkempt hair only serving to accentuate that point as she stuffed the pistol into her pants and the magazines and ammo into her pockets.


“Alrighty. Dex! Get yer ass out here! We’ve gotta get moving!” the mouse came scurrying out of one of the back rooms and up into the comfort of her sweater where it would do its best to remain hidden. A few squeaks and the woman would sigh in response. A few more squeaks and she would grab her wallet from the small tray next to the door. “Yeah, I know it ain’t gonna be a fun time. Ya don’t have to remind me of that. I have a friend who owes me a favor so we can be to Italy by sundown, although we’ll be traveling by speedboat. From there we’ll just figure something out. Maybe I’ll call in a few more favors.”

She hated the water. More than most things really, but it couldn't be helped. By now time was of the essence and she was late compared to what she could have been. For now she would just focus as best she could on strategy and let everything else fall into place as it needed to. If all else failed she at least had a chance to read the article. They shouldn't need to worry about any humans so she could always just move about freely and as quickly as she could with her tail, but if she could avoid drawing the attention that would bring from other claimants that would work as well. Then again it was just as she said... they'd just figure something out, as they always had.