~Violet POV~

With a yawn, I pulled off my ragged jacket from my chest. Blinking my eyes open, a sharp pain shot through my head as I groaned in response. I pulled my hand up to my head, wanting to throw up. It'd been five years since I was banished from my homeland; for a reason I still don't know to this day. Ever since then I couldn't stop overthinking about it, worrying about it, etc. You know, the normal for someone who was exiled at the ripe age of twelve years old for a crime they most likely didn't do. I've always gotten horrible headaches and nightmares because of it. And honestly? I don't care for it all that much but it doesn't mean I have to like it.

The torn up jacket that I'd stolen from some traveler in an inn had several holes in it, with it being barely usable. I'll have to take another one soon. It certainly isn't ideal to not have a jacket of some sort when it rains in Greenhorne; I learned my lesson the hard way after experiencing a downright awful storm here a few days ago. Reaching for my neck, a yarn string that was wrapped around my neck could still be felt. I slid my fingers towards the tip, feeling the soft feather at the bottom. Oh, thank Bright Scar it's still there. I would've gone crazy if I'd lost it…the only thing reminding me of my twin sister, Twyla. The only good and mentally sane one in my family.

My arms brushed up against the prickly leaves of the holly bush, almost making me screech in pain. I still can't believe I had to sleep right in the middle of a bunch of prickly bushes just to hide. Unbelievable. Looking up at the dawn sky, I sighed.

"Today will not be a good day."

Sighing to myself, I crossed my arms. "You got yourself into this mess; you go through with it." Turns out taking up a role to save the world isn't so fun as you'd think it is. Regardless, I don't think I have a choice in the matter, especially not at this point. You see, Bright Scar, the Guardian Spirit of Miitopia thought it was a bright idea to have a criminal on the run become a hero to save all the miis. Yep, what a great idea! Nothing will backfire from that! Moron. How the hell am I supposed to save Miitopia when I'm a fugitive, meaning that people are hunting me down for a bounty? (Thanks for that, Traveler's Hub. Really needed people chasing me down.)

Oh well, at least I have something other to do rather than wake up, hide, eat (if possible), hide, steal, hide some more, and sleep. The other good thing is that Bright Scar gave me a job, which was unexpected. Granted, I only picked the Thief job because it fits me more, ya know? I was tempted to go for a Chef or Mage for a second, but…would I really fit into those jobs all that well? Glancing at the antique charm worn around my neck, I sighed once more. I shouldn't have agreed to this. The road I was traveling on was rather annoying, as walking across pebbles is jarring and stupid. Seriously, who even designed this road? Some idiot is my guess.

A few Rock Moths with eyes fluttered about as I continued minding my own business. Damn, more of these pests? Unsheathing my dagger, I stalked up to one of them, glowering it intensely. Your kind helped cause my suffering. It's only fair that I return the favor, right? I jumped at the monster with my blade in the air, ending with the knife piercing through its crystal-like flesh. Chuckling to myself as I put my knife away, a small jar of…jam? Honey? A solid? Well, whatever it is it's food. FOOD. Man, I haven't had anything to eat since two days ago! I'll take anything I can get. Putting the jar into the bag Bright Scar had given me (which SUCKS by the way), I was careful not to let it spill into the slime jelly I'd won earlier. I'm still figuring out when I want to eat it. Probably when I get to an inn.

From the corner of my eyes, I could see a shadow creeping up on me. It was in the shape of a Rock Moth. Whipping around to face it, soon I realized that instead of just one, there were two Rock Moths. Oh shit. This won't end well. The Rock Moth on my left lunged towards me, almost hitting me in the face. Growling to myself, I swatted at it with my hand, only to yelp in frustration that the Rock Moth was quite obviously made of some hard material; I'm an idiot. The other one began to strike as well, actually hitting me in the face. And dear Bright Scar did it STING. While cursing at the antique charm, a soft pale red light began to glow from it.

Violet, shut up. I called someone to save your pathetic tush already, Bright Scar hissed within the charm. Rolling my eyes, another attack from one of the Rock Moths caught me off guard. This person better hurry it up, because this is getting ridiculous. THEY. ARE. COMING. Jeez, grumpy.

Glowering the Rock Moths, I took out my dagger once more. If this person takes too long, then I'll have to handle this myself. …If I can, that is. Leaping at the Rock Moth on my left, I managed to impale it's right wing, ooze seeping out of it. Ew. The pair of eyes floated off of its wings, freeing another mii in the process. Turning around to face the other Rock Moth, instead I saw a young man around my age fighting it off, his expression sick with worry and perhaps a slight hint of embarrassment. He had light tan skin, with freckles absolutely covering his face; he also had vibrant and luscious forest green eyes along with the combo of medium length light brown hair that almost made me swoon over him at once. ALMOST. In seconds he cut the foe down, with it disappearing into nothing as the pair of eyes floated up. W-Wow, he's a good fighter. He turned towards me, an awkward grin on his face.

"Heh heh…sorry for being late!" He chuckled, scratching his head with his hand. A soft, red blush was spread across his cheeks as he grinned widely, his eyes closed. "So…you're this Violet I've been hearing about, right?"

Glancing down at my feet, I muttered, "Y-Y-Yeah, I-I g-guess." The man laughed a little at my squeamishness, taking a few steps towards me. Oh Bright Scar, no. What's he doing?

He stretched his hand out towards mine. "I'm Tristan. Nice to meet you, Violet. I bet we'll make a great team!" Rather cautiously, I shook his hand, an awkward smile on my face. D-Does this mean I have to be the leader? Oh Bright Scar, I can't do that! I'd be a horrible leader! "Huh? What's wrong?"

I looked down at my feet. "I-I…don't know about that. I wouldn't make a good teammate or team leader! W-What if I fail?!" I wailed, feeling the tears well up in my eyes. Tristan took a few steps closer and embraced me in his arms, rubbing my back. W-What's he doing? Hasn't he ever heard of personal space? He sighed.

"You won't fail, Violet. How could someone as beautiful and adorable as you be a bad leader? And after all," He chuckled, a small blush on his face. Tristan then winked at me, still grinning. "I'm here for you." Groaning with a hint of laughter in my voice, I rolled my eyes. This man couldn't possibly be serious. Me, a good leader? As if! And besides, how could I be considered beautiful or adorable at all? I'm not that attractive, last time I checked.

Rolling my eyes, I snickered. "You keep believing that," I snorted as I pushed him away from me. "Just because Bright Scar ordered me to do this it doesn't mean I'd be well suited for the job." A hurt look flashed through Tristan's forest green eyes. Oh, did I accidentally hurt his feelings? Well, I don't care. It's not like I'll grow attached to him all that much.

Tristan paced closer to me as I walked along the path. "Violet, Bright Scar does these sorts of things for a reason. Do you think I actually wanted to go on this journey? Not really. Yet I'm still going along with you, despite your surly attitude towards me so far. Just give this adventure and me a chance. We can make it work, I know we can."

Growling, I turned to face him. "So Bright Scar let me get exiled from my home as a preteen, let the bounty hunters chase me down, all for this to happen?! Bright Scar let my entire life go from crap to a living hell just to save the lives who already want me dead?!"

"Violet, I-I didn't realize…," He whispered, his gaze in complete shock once he took in what I'd said. "Okay. You're angry and bitter. So am I, but for reasons different than yours. You don't want to save anyone after what you've been through. I guess I wouldn't want to either, from the vibes I'm getting from you. But is there at least one person that's worth saving from the Dark Lord's clutches?"

Forcing myself to not snap at him some more, my mind whirled back to my sister, Twyla. I placed my hand on the string necklace tied around my neck, feeling the soft red and white feather on the bottom. Twyla. The only one who really cared about me.

With a yawn, I curled up on my bed, wrapping the blankets around myself. It'd been a quiet day in Tschilly Village like usual, with the snowstorms and freezing weather and such. A growing pain stabbed at my stomach as I laid down in bed, a pain that felt as if I was being impaled with a sharp steel knife, which my dad has done to me before. So I know what pain feels like. Or I think I do. Weakly lifting my head, I expected to see my dad coming into my room with a wooden paddle, made specifically for me. Instead I saw Twyla, who came scampering into the room like wild, but keeping her footsteps light. She had two roasted penguin treats on a small brown napkin, its once white underbelly now a light brown and green-brown scales a light brown. The smell it gave off made my mouth water, as well as my stomach. Twyla placed the grub in front of me.

"Sorry about being so late, Vivi," sighed Twyla, shaking her head. "Dad almost caught me and Helen made an excuse for me to come and give you some food. The villagers didn't notice, thank Bright Scar!" Paying Twyla no heed, I devoured the first fish, my stomach groaning in pain as I continued lapping up the salty meat. "Are you even listening to me?"

"Stuffng mouf. Lisfen later," I replied while attempting to get the last bits of the penguin treat down my throat. Twyla only smiled and rustled my hair.

Twyla sighed once more. "Why's dad so mean to you anyways? Is it because you look like him? Or is it because you're-"

Gulping the fish down, I grumbled, "Talise told dad, Twyla. He's even angrier than before. Haven't we been through this?"

"Oh, right. Her," She hissed, cracking her knuckles. "She's such a jerk and a tattletail! How could our dad even believe her? I mean, she found out and all and it was true, but how?"

I shook my head. "Twyla, I told her because I thought she deserved to know and because she was my best friend. Was. And dad's always despised me anyways, he'd believe anything if it belittles me. It's just…life, I guess."

She nuzzled my forehead with her nose as I continued eating. "It shouldn't be what life is like for you. Do you know how much you mean to me? A lot, Vivi. And I can't stand it when he hurts you like that…and I can't do anything to stop him at all."

Sighing, I finished up the last bit of the penguin treat. "I know. I really care about you too, Twyla…but he might start hurting you if you try standing up for me. I love you too much to see you get hurt. Just be careful when going back out, alright? I love you Twyla."

"I love you too."

Violet, you still there? Bright Scar's meow drifted my train of thought away from Twyla. Good. I was starting to worry that I lost you for a second.

Bright Scar, did you see all of that? My memory, I mean, I asked, secretly hoping that she didn't. Bright Scar only sighed.

She shakily whispered, You deserved better than what you were dealt. That's all I want to say on the matter. I-Is she…crying…? Better not press it, though. She might change her mind about it if I say anything else.

T-Thanks, I sighed. Glancing back at Tristan, clear worry and anxiety was plastered onto his face as he awaited my response. Oh, right. I forgot about him.

"Twyla," I muttered. "She's the only one who cared about me."

He nodded, sighing in relief. "Good. Do you think it's worth saving Twyla?" I gazed down at my feet, giving him a small nod. Tears began welling up in my eyes as all the memories of Twyla came flooding back… I want Twyla to be okay. She can't die. "E-Erm…do you wanna head to an inn? We can talk more there, and maybe you'll feel a little better."

Gazing back up at him, I whispered, "Will it be a safe inn? I almost got murdered at the last inn I stayed at because…I'm a criminal. Or according to the people hunting me down. I don't wanna die, Tristan...I really don't." Sympathy shone in Tristan's gaze as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders.

"Don't worry. I'll defend you with my life because one, you're my most lovely and beautiful leader. And two, those who become warriors like me are trained to protect fair maidens such as yourself," Tristan assured me, a slight hint of an adoring glimmer shone in his eyes. I swear, this guy…he'd better stop calling me those things that I'm not. Crossing my arms, I let out a tiny growl, puffing out my cheeks. He chuckled, winking at me. "Oh, don't be like that! I find you to be quite attractive."

Though to be fair, Violet finds you quite cute Tristan, Bright Scar snickered from the charm dangling on my neck. Tristan only gaped at me, a red blush spread all over his face. W-WHAT?! I never said that! Well, whenever I'm in the mood I can hear anyone's thoughts that I want. Turns out that you might have a type, just saying.

"And what's that supposed to mean?!" I snapped, ignoring Tristan's small chuckles at our dispute. Completely flustered, I looked back at Tristan, butterflies beginning to flutter in my chest. "C-Can we just head to an inn already?"

Tristan nodded, a sly grin on his face. "Of course, Violet. Thanks for the compliment, I appreciate it." This will get irritating fast.