19 June, 1673. The Return.
Yes, oh Lord Odin, with his vast intelligence and wisdom. I accept thee as my saviour. Indulge me in thou knowledge of the Past, Present and Future. Let it be known, what be in the afterlife. What has happened to thy Daughter.
He stared blankly into the wilderness. Sitting on an old chair carved out of seemingly high quality wood, possibly made by his father back when Varion was still a little child. However, it seemed to be rotting. Nonetheless, Varion refuses to dispose of it. Sitting on it, even for a minute, was very precious to him. It reminded him of his parents, back when he was at the age of seven. Varion had great love for his parents, when they were alive.
They were killed by imperial Prontera knights. His family went broke when their farm dried up during the great drought of the 1652. They were unable to pay their taxes to the King. Thus, leading to their families misfortune.
That night when Varion returned from the woods after chopping down fire wood for his father, he was heartbroken and shattered at the sight of his dead parents. Stabbed by the lethal blades of iron spears. His little sister, kidnapped for slavery. Tears rolled down his eyes...
Sitting on that chair reminded him of his parents love. Merely thinking of it would make him feel it again and even forget that they were dead.
He started to hear some groans coming from inside his bedroom. "Hmm?". Rumbling noises were coming from inside, getting louder and louder. He paced into his room cautiously. To his surprise, the Sohee, which he had had inferred was dead, was actually rubbing her eyes, as if she had woken p from a long slumber.
"Uh... Excuse me?" stuttered Varion. The Sohee turned her head to Varion. Her eyes widened. She seemed to be in shock. She dashed out of the little mattress laid out for her clung to the side of the room, fearing Varion as if he was some kind of a monster. "No.. uh no! I wont hurt you. Relax. You're hurt. You should sit down." said Varion slowly pacing himself to her. Somehow it was to no avail. She still clung to the wall, without even moving a muscle. "Ge... Get away from me! Who are you?! D... Don't touch me!" she screamed. "Argh!" She clasped her wound below her stomach. It seemed to be bleeding again. She fell to the ground in pain. Varion dashed towards her. He helped her up. "Relax. Im here to help. I wont hurt you." said Varion in a cool, calm tone.
The two of them sat on a small wooden table, drinking some Oatmeal Bran Coffee, one of Varion's specialties. The Sohee seemed to like it. "So um, what is your name?" asked Varion. "Eu... Euphalia."she replied. "Nice to meet you Euphalia I'm Varion" said Varion with a smile. Varion started to ask her some questions about what she does and even what she was doing in Ghast Heim. She seemed to be suffering from some kind of amnesia. "Um... do you remember anything about um going to Ghast Heim or something?" asked Varion. "No... uh... all I remember doing was working with my dad's blacksmith shop, Iron Bladers Inc." she replied. "Iron bladers Inc.? The closed down about two or three years ago. The guy ran out of business." Varion thought to himself. "What is it that you do Mr. Varion sir?" she asked with a charming look on her face. "Oh! Uh... I'm a knight... or at least I was a knight..." he replied. "Was?" she questioned. "Um lets change the subject." replied Varion hastily.