Holy crap, I can focus on OCs that AREN'T Alihi, Akihi, or Ryuu? -gasp!-

March '09. This focuses on Mahavira, who is Alihi and Akihi's father.

Mahavira Kaua, Jillian Kaua, Ewa Aelfgar, Gainor Aelfgar, and Alihi Kaua (c) me

He really didn't know how they met. A request led him to the strange nomad (Gainor). An adventure led them to the ex-pirate (Ewa). A rescue mission led the trio to the silent troubadour (Jillian).

He really didn't know how they bonded. Their personalities clashed too greatly for things to work out. There was him, the one that lusted for battle, Gainor, who lusted for knowledge, Ewa, who lusted for money, and Jillian, who lusted for freedom.
The troubadour was always silent, but in a way gentle. She never once seemed cold, but there was always an air of mystery around her.
The ex-pirate was always out there, telling some insane story about her travels at sea, always ending with her reasons of abandonment.
The nomad started out as quiet and calm, but inside him grew a curiosity for the world around him. Suddenly, he did a complete flip on his personality, taking every opportunity to learn some new piece of knowledge.
And then, there was him. The mercenary. The one that cared only about the thrill of the battle, as if shedding another's blood was the only way to keep his own blood moving through his veins.

He really didn't know how they stayed together. Their paths were different, but somehow they collided and wouldn't separate. They became close friends, connected by coincidence and together by journeys and adventures and missions. It was a dangerous life, but the four of them were unstoppable.

He really didn't know when the love began. It was as if one day he woke up and he had the love in his heart. Suddenly, he found himself seeking the troubadour, wanting nothing more than to be with her, to protect her, to love her. Battle seemed pointless if she wasn't by his side.

He really didn't know how everything happened. How was he, the rough man who almost seemed to crave the sounds of the enemy dying at his hand, able to win over the heart of the fragile and gentle troubadour? It didn't make any sense to him.

But, then again, some things are better left unknown.

--

Time passed. The amount of days didn't seem to matter as much. All he knew was there was an itch deep inside him, a craving for something he had been missing for a long, long time.

He picked up his sword and axe, and began to walk.

A voice called his name. He turned his head around, to be staring at his first companion, Gainor, out of breath.

The nomad, still panting, questioned his motives. "Why are you leaving?" He asked. "Don't you know that Jillian is going to give birth soon?"

The mercenary-turned-hero only nodded silently.

"Then why are you leaving?!" The nomad questioned again. "She needs you, man. She needs you by her side!!"

"No, she doesn't." His voice came out icy, colder than he expected or intended. "She's strong enough. Besides, we're low on money. Soon, we'll be out. I need to take some jobs, make sure we have enough to actually survive."

"That's bullshit." The nomad stated softly. "You're blind. You can't see the truth of what's in front of your own eyes. You refuse to see it."

The hero just turned and left.

--

"Jillian…"

"Oh, you're back."

"Gainor… what happened? How did this happen?!"

"I don't know, man! That doesn't matter! All that matters is that she's dead. Gone. Nothing left in this world but her cold corpse."

"Gainor!!"

"You need to face the facts. You left her, and she's dead. You left her and her children, your children, for some lust that you couldn't settle! … I thought you were better than that."

"…"

"… Get out."

"… What?"

"You heard me. Get out! You're despicable! Scum!! Ewa and I will take care of Jillian's children, raise them to not know you, to think that you are dead! Now get out, go have your idiotic adventures alone… Go!!"

"… … …"

"… … Go. Now."

"… … … Fine."

--

The woman clutched the photograph tightly in her hand. The photo of four people, a man with blonde hair, a woman with brown hair, a woman with red hair, and a man with dark hair, smiling happily at the camera on their wedding day. It was obvious that they were happy. Their expressions showed happiness, joy, and a hope for a bright future.

"But… you're dead." She muttered to herself, willing her feet to move forward. Her own brown hair whipped in the wind, her cloak billowing out behind her. The woman was exhausted, just about ready to collapse on her face.

"But… I can't. Not until I find you…" Left. Right. Left. Right. She kept moving forward, off towards the horizon.

"I will find you, Mahavira…" She wiped a tear away.

"I will find you… father…"