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Chapter 2

I have been granted a new life, the reason why is not something I am able to discern at this time. This new life is disappointing, I am now a human… the weak yet numerous, resourceful, true, but lacking in presence. My new parents a bad caricature of the old, My mother a woman with experience in the healing miracles and my father a knight of little renown but with passable skill for a footmen of my earlier army, I know in my heart that I judge too harshly and its ill thought to compare them to Marika the Eternal, mother, and Lord Radagon champion of the Erdtree, Father.

Alas my ill bearings regarding this circumstance is not something of their own action, of this I am sure. A fog lay upon my mind, denying me my being as though I was born with pieces missing. The rune I gathered with my dear brother is missing, perhaps it was taken by the Tarnished by the ancient rite of Conquest.

Oh dear Miquella my sorrows grow larger by the day for the power that be in this realm is cruel to thine Sister, A new brother exists within this realm, an elder twin such as thou was to me. An ill begotten cretin with the odd fascination of women undergarments, His existence reads as a bad jest. A slander to what has been, to whom you are dear Miquella.

He is a reminder of my own failure.

Though he seems to be at least some passing talent, miniscule as it were. Playing around with water as a babbling babe, Foolish. I do not know what manners of beings reside within this world but a splash of water that size won't even be enough to fill Radahn's chalice! Hopefully he takes my advice under heed.

I had forgotten how small humans lived, naught but a few bedrooms and only one maid! While indeed worrying at times, I have grown accustomed to it. It reminds me of the military camps that were constructed along our own path of conquest, Nostalgi in a way.

Oh dear brother, did you know that my eyes were blue? I have been granted sight in this life, my sharpened senses certainly remain but it's a rather novel thing to have. Lately I have been fascinated by the colours of the environments around this home when I find myself in deep thought ... .I don't brood I think deeply, there is a clear difference between them, sweet brother.

Although this boon may function as a most insidious curse indeed, I am currently aware of everything that happens within this hovel I now call home. My new parents are of the…passionate sort apparently and I do believe he is trying to amass an army from her loins, one soldier at a time.

While disturbing I am but a guest, so I shall hold my tongue for now.

I hope that my new mother knows that my new father's name is Paul and not this Millis persona but then again she seems the carefree sort, much like my golden half brother but her love seems genuine if nothing else, for all members of this household despite this I could do without the hundreds of dresses that she and the help wants me to equip. The praise that comes afterwards is at least gratifying in some aspects.

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Rudeus is lauded as a prodigy by those who birthed him, I will only have one brother thus the cretin shall be called by his name. He destroyed the wall in the attic in his "covert" attempt to practise the occult arts, I know that the help knew of his time in there, Thus he was to be a spellsword, a knight who trains his mind as well as his skill in the sword.

As I was unsure of principles regarding Swordsmanship in this world, I was curious what the landed knight had to teach his heir.

Whilst listening with one ear I once again found myself steepled with nostalgia, as I reminisce of my own time as an apprentice. To my own blue swordsman, blind as he were, he taught me well, a style where technique reigned supreme, as one would dance between the blows to deliver them their final moment. I held him in high regard still. That man did held a strange fascination with fowls, especially waterfowls. I never knew why as I never got to ask him, I named my final attack after him when I learned of his death.

Ah, I made myself sad.

I jolted from my deep thoughts as a strange aura had taken hold of my new father and with it he split the boulder in half, while not truly impressive amongst the battles I have seen throughout the centuries, it was certainly a novelty. Rudeus as young as he was unable to understand my new father's highly technical explanation: a "wham" describing the feeling of determination that should fill your blade as you strike and the "whoosh" meaning the feeling as you get as you move the aura into the blade. As a superior swordswoman it then fell upon me to demonstrate for the hap.

As I impaled the training sword into the boulder and the aura cloaked myself within its power, I felt that one small piece of me was back. It was negligent in the grand scheme of my entire being but one unequivocally important. How could it be that I had forgotten the love of the sword that I held and the love shared with you once all those years ago.

"May we dance once more under stars and across the sky, master"

"I miss you still"

Authors note:

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