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Mogan yelped as she shined her glowing right fist at a dark corner. Gladio rolled his eyes.
" Grow up." He sighed, Mogan giving him a weak smile. She was pale and shaking, hugging Gladio's right arm with her left.
" My little sister's always like this, never mind her she'll get used to it." Mogrick lazily cupped his hands behind his head as he walked. He seemed to be the only one not on edge...
" Hey, Mogan?" Mogan looked over to Prompto who approached her and Gladio. He jabbed his thumb in Mogrick's direction.
" What's the story with this guy? As much as I'm sure you love hugging Gladio, don't you feel a little more protected around him?" Gladio glared at Prompto, Prompto throwing his hands in front of him in defense.
" Not that their's anything wrong with that! Don't get me wrong, big guy. But I just thought she would be catching up with Mogrick, not you know... staying as far away from him as possible." Noctis and Ignis glanced back at the three, hearing in on the conversation as well.
Mogan averted her gaze as she bit the bottom of her lip. " Like I would ever consider that man my brother." She hissed under her breath. Prompto looked at her oddly.
Mogrick stopped and turned around, putting a hand to his heart. " Do you really think that way about me?" He blinked like a puppy, sarcasm in his words. After a few seconds, he laughed and turned back around, continuing to walk.
" You left us, and never returned my letters I sent out." Mogan huffed crossing her arms. Mogrick waved lazily back at her.
" Those lousy things?" He laughed. " Like I have time for something like that, honestly who do you think I am?" Mogan frowned as Mogrick looked back a little shaken. " Wait, don't answer that," Mogan smirked.
" I understand if you don't want to talk about your past..." Noctis began, Mogan looking at him. " But some explanation would be nice." Mogan sighed.
" No, it's cool. You guys deserve to know." She said, grabbing Noctis's collar of his shirt and pulling him down to her height. " But listen, that guy can't be trusted I mean it. Watch your back." Mogan hissed, Noctis nodding seriously. She released the boy and sighed.
" Well, I guess I should start from the beginning... back in my village." Mogan began, Mogrick looking back.
" Our village." He corrected, Mogan sighing heavily as she put a hand to her forehead.
" Fine. Our village." She put a hand on her hip and sighed.
It all began in our village. As you can see, Mogrick and I are sort of... different. Moogles don't tend to go near humans, so they take refuge in a secret village. However, when my dad fell in love with a human, he was exiled. Soon, they came to an agreement that he could return, but only he and the children could come. My mom was not allowed to come near the village, nor know its secret location. Because of this, every week Mogrick and I would switch houses. One week, we would go and live in the city. The other week we would go and live in the village.
A Moogle spit out his toothpick and grabbed Mogan's shirt collar, pushing her to the floor. Mogan glared up at him. The moogle laughed.
" That's all you can manage huh, Kupo?" The Moogle snorted.
Let's just say I wasn't exactly the most popular Moogle there... Moogle's hated humans, and to see a half moogle, half human... well let's just say me and Mogrick were monsters, demons, we were never supposed to exist, and our existence was looked down upon.
" It must have been really hard for you, Mogan." Prompto hummed as he put an arm on her shoulder. Mogan smiled innocently at him. " I mean, you must have been really weak back then." Mogan's smile dropped. " Unable to protect yourself, all alone and lost in the point of living-"
Mogan karate chopped him on the top of his head. Prompto clutched the top of his head and whimpered. " Ow! Meanie." He huffed and crossed his arms, Mogan rolling his eyes.
" Anyway." She sighed.
It didn't matter if I was weak or not, I knew a fire spell for self-protection. I just... can't use it on the moogle's. No one was happy my brother and I were there, one screw up and we would probably we exiled from that village for good. I obeyed that rule pretty well. But as for my brother...
" Where are you going, Mogrick?" Mogrick stopped cold, his hand on the nob of the door. A seven-year-old Mogan was in a pink silk nightgown, frowning at the boy who had a hatchet in his right hand, a jacket in his left.
" Uhh..." Mogrick scratched the back of his neck. " Just... grabbing some firewood... We're uh... running out..." Mogan crossed her arms and puffed out her cheeks.
" I know you're doing something else, kupo." Mogan squeaked at him. Mogrick sighed as he dropped his hatched and walked over to the girl, putting a hand on her head as he took a knee to her height.
" One of these days, I'll make sure no one treats like dirt ever again, do you hear me, Mogan?" Mogan nodded, her eyes widening with curiosity.
Mogrick turned, grabbing his hatchet as he opened the door. He turned his head back to her. " Just get some rest, Mogan. Tomorrow is a new day."
Mogrick was a different person back then, he was normal, and cared a lot about me. However, when he saw blood or was attracted to violence...
Mogan ran through the field like a ninja, pulling up her white dress so it wouldn't get muddy. She had followed her brother, she had to see what he was doing. The curiosity was killing her!
" Mogrick!" Mogan called out, as she ran around the village, her feet hitting the pebble-like trail. All the house's lights were out, except one. She smiled big, running over to the house as she huddled by the door.
" I know!" She whispered to herself. " When Mogrick comes back out, I'll jump at him and surprise him! It will be funny, kupo!" She smiled wickedly, but it quickly turned to a frown as she heard a scream. Her eyes widened.
It was the scream of the moogle that pushed her down earlier.
Mogan's breath hitched when she saw a figure jump out the window of the of the second story the glass shattering as it rolled on the ground. it got up and began to approach her. She wanted to move, but it was as if her legs were frozen. She was paralyzed in fear. When the figure approached her, Mogan knew it was Mogrick.
" Why hello, little sister. What could you possibly be doing this late at night?" The calmness in his voice as he clutched the bloody hatchet, the smile he wore with wide eyes of insanity. This was not her brother. This was not the boy who claimed he was getting firewood.
She allowed him to pick her up as she clutched his blood stained shirt, tears prickling her eyes. She closed them and allowed herself to drift to sleep.
She never saw the moogle that pushed her down ever again.
" You killed him, didn't you." Mogan told Mogrick as she knelt before a generator and turned it on. The lights flickered alive. "Mogrick...?" He was huddled in a corner, seeming to be mumbling something.
" Mogrick, are you okay?" Mogan approached the boy, Noctis, Prompto, Ignis and Gladio taking tempted steps back. Mogan approached the boy, putting a hand on his shoulder. He turned his head back to her as her breath hitched.
He had that look in his eyes again. Slowly, he brought out a squealing daemon. One of those goblins. He had his grip on its head.
" Look, sister. A Goblin." He laughed, putting a free hand to his forehead. " What should we do to it?" Mogan frowned, her grip tightening on his shoulder.
" Let it go." She told him. " We only attack daemons that attack us back." Mogrick frowned like a little kid. He turned back to the daemon grinning at it.
" Dearest sister." He told her. Mogan raised an eyebrow. " I wonder how much pressure I'll need to apply before the head cracks." Mogan could see the daemon's eyes widen in fear. She, however, kept a blank gaze.
" Mogrick," She ordered. " I'm not playing with you, stop." Her words, however, were on deaf ears.
" Come here Mogan," Mogrick grabbed Mogan's hand and forced it atop the head. " Crush it with me." Mogan's eyes widened.
" No, Mogrick please." She whispered at him, feeling his hand's grip tighten. Mogan's breath hitched as she closed her eyes.
" Mogrick, stop!" She screamed, backing away in fear as Noctis, Gladio, Prompto and Ignis pushed him away from her. However, it was too late, the daemon's head exploded. As Mogan opened her eyes, all she could see was blood, covering herself and the gang.
" What the hell..." Noctis mumbled, shooting Mogrick a baffled look. Mogan's expression turned blank, as she approached the boy, placing her hand back on his shoulder.
" Mogrick... calm down..." She mumbled, hearing Ignis and Noctis casting fire and blizzard spells as they washed away as much blood as they could.
" Heheh..." He chuckled. " Heheheh..." His chuckles grew louder until he burst out laughing. " HAHAHAHAHA!" He screamed as his laughter grew even louder.
We were stuck in this dark maze of a dungeon, with this guy.
Weeeeeeell... that took a bit of a dark turn... however, I hope you liked this chapter, a bit of backstory for Mogan so yay!
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