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In my perspective, Luc and Sasarai are related... I think that Luc got tossed out of the family or something when Sasarai was still very young, and Sasarai doesn't remember or something. For some strange reason, Luc reminds me of Raistlin of Dragonlance fame...
Timeline-wise, this takes place before the second Sasarai battle (I think...), the one where Luc is supposed to come in during the middle of the battle and drive Sasarai away, or something.
I don't know how to feel anymore.
Apathy is a common thing for me... I've often heard my comrades whispering about me, about how cold I am, about how they percieve me to be. They think they know me so well...
They know nothing.
Leeknat must have sent me here for a reason other than the fact that this new shining star of destiny is worthy of divine intervention. Perhaps I should grit my teeth and put up with this strange little army?
Hmph.
Perhaps not.
Of course, I have not completely lost my honor...
I have, however, lost enough.
When I saw him on the battlefield, I felt fate's cold claws wrap around my neck once again. Bitterly, I realized that I could never run away from the past... no man can, should he be a lowly farmer or a powerful king.
When I saw him, looking at me without even the smallest trace of recognition, I knew that I had lost the private war I fought. Indeed, my parents had truly erased my name from the minds of all of the people I had held dear.
I have become a faceless wanderer without a home, without a name.
I bask in human company here in this mercenary fortress... it is hard not to after all, especially with all these people who know and appear to respect you.
But am I truly human now?
If so, then how come I feel nothing?
Perhaps the day I left my family was the day I lost my soul.
***
Once his feet had touched down upon solid ground again, Luc opened his eyes. The ethereal wind from his teleportation spell still whistled through the air, caressing his face as he gazed off towards the battle raging in the distance.
From his high vantagepoint, he could spot out and recognize every single unit down there in the woods, fighting for their lives and for what they believed in. Normally, such a sight would bring out a reaction--any kind of reaction--in a man.
Not Luc. He had stopped feeling a long time ago.
His pale-colored eyes focused upon a particular group of fighters... mages, dressed in the blue and white of Harmonia's highest order of sorcerors. Their leader--a young blue-eyed priest--sat high upon his horse, directing his men forward into the midst of their equally fearless enemies. The hardened expression upon his young face did not fit the priest at all.
For once in what had seemed like eternity, Luc felt a pang of emotion touch his heart.
"..." Luc raised his staff. The ethereal winds around him picked up speed alarmingly, swirling about him, tipped with raw energy.
Now is not the time to remember the past.