Full Summary: "She paid it no attention, her focus on the bright yellow rays that fell softly upon her. Lynn reached out, shielding her eyes from the blinding beams of light in the process, as if to catch them in her grasp. Her other hand laid above her stomach wound, staining her fingers a deep scarlet.
She took a shallow breath, her mind going fuzzy on the edges, and gave herself a moment to simply soak in the heat of the native sun, ignoring the pain for a short moment. She didn't have much time left, she could feel it. Her injuries were too numerous and too deep to be treated on a foreign planet.
Her eyes fluttered shut, once, twice, barely processing the sound of a distant shout before finally succumbing to the darkness."
Or, A new Kryptonian appears out of the blue, crash landing on the Kent Farm in dire condition. What are her connections to the last Kryptonians? And why is she so familiar with the House of El?
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned. This story was made with the sole purpose of entertainment and is not intended to be taken seriously in any social, political or religious context under any circumstances.
CW: Violence, Murder, Death, Light Gore, Minor Suicidal Thoughts, Depression
AN: Much of Kryptonian lore and society that will be referenced or outright stated was found on the web but tweaked to fit my story and headcanons. Others, I created myself, which you will see very soon! There were a lot of gaps/inconsistencies in canon about Krypton, its society, and people(likely due to there being so many writers and timelines out there) that I had to fill in myself. Hopefully y'all enjoy my changes.
Also, all the kryptonian(or kryptonese, whichever you prefer) comes from Kryptonian(insert dot)info! It's such a great resource and I loved researching how the language works! I likely butchered it though (ó﹏ò｡)
I kinda mashed the Science Guild and the Thinker Guild together so officially, it's name is the Science Guild and the members are called Thinkers. Same for the Military Guild and Warrior Guild, the official name being Military Guild and the members nicknamed Warriors.
Also, in some canons, there are only five guilds (Artist, Science, Military, Laborer, and Religious) but I think it's a bit unrealistic for there to only be five interests/jobs for such a diverse species, so I added some more along with some guilds I found in obscure canons. So basically, those five guilds will be the primary guild the public and nobles enter, but there are minor guilds that many still join. For example, the Lawmakers Guild, Agriculture Guild, guilds for specific deities(The Cythonna Guild, which is outlawed for many reasons), and more.
Last thing! I made sure to write the kryptonian word's english counterpart after the kryptonese is spoken and translated, meaning you'll see a word in kryptonese then later in english. An example is when I first wrote 'fanffo', then a couple lines later 'week'. I hope it's not too confusing. ^^
Sorry for info dumping and making this such a long author's note but I had too much fun learning about all of this and I HAD to share. Thanks for reading!
Enjoy the chapter!
Lynn bounced on the balls of her heels, excitement coursing through her veins. They were only a few days off from their destination, a hub where many interstellar civilizations go for trade. Krypton only sent their ships twice every ahmzeht(1) and she was lucky enough to make the cut!
Although she had only joined the Military Guild—nicknamed the Warrior's Guild by many fond kryptonians— not too long ago through the cadet program, she was already one of the rising stars, along with her close friend and long-time rival Kor-Da. He had also been chosen to fly in the Trading Starcraft, which many of the older crewmates called Mordo in honor of our goddess. Lynn guessed that they named the ship that so they could borrow her strength during the journey. It didn't help that Mordo was the Military Guild's patron goddess.
Lynn spied that she wasn't the only one thrilled with being chosen, many of the younger recruits were practically glued to the windows in wonder or bouncing off the walls from nervousness. It would be the first time all of them visited a new world, let alone off Krypton. Besides the trading ships, kryptonians were not keen on leaving the planet. The only reason other than trading would be banishment to the Phantom Zone, and even then, that was a different dimension. It was said to be the worst thing that could ever happen to a kryptonian.
A hard slap on her back brought Lynn out of her thoughts. She took a couple steps forward to avoid falling on her face and whirled around to look for her attacker. She relaxed once she realized who it was, her lips breaking out into a grin.
"What's with the long face?" Zil-Em asked with a fond expression, his hardened features softening at the sight of Lynn. He towered over Lynn, his green and brown uniform adorned with his house crest sat stiffly on his body. It was at odds with Lynn's flowy lilac and amber colored uniform, a sign of her belonging to a different house from him.
"Khehdhoz(2)!" Lynn chirped happily, always agreeable to meeting family. She leaned forward, tiptoeing as she pressed her cheek against his, feeling his strong heartbeat pulse through her pores. The cheek press(3) evolved into a hug, she hadn't seen her great uncle for so long! He was usually holed up in the Science Guild, tinkering away at invention after invention.
"I didn't know you were on this ship! How are you?" She asked as she pulled away, a sharp toothy smile decorated her face.
"I am good, edhyv(4)." Zil-Em answered, a grin tugging on his lips, "I have been assigned to this ship as an engineer four fanffo(5) before it flew."
Lynn wasn't surprised her great uncle was chosen for such a job. He was known for his amazing invention and skills, a blessing to the House of Em. He alone boosted the already high reputation of the noble House of Em.
Compared to him, she had only a week to prepare to board The Mordo. She thought of it as a test to the newer recruits, to make them comb through what they thought would be important to bring for a trip and what to discard. Lynn brought her uniforms, extra clothing and underwear, hygiene products, rations, and some entertainment of course, all fitting in a single collapsible bag.
"Have you checked up on my sejehbo(6)? They also boarded this ship." Lynn stated. She roomed quite close to her twin cousins, they were just a couple doors down the hall from her. She had seen them a few times, greeting them on the first day aboard the ship and then whenever she had the time to visit.
"I haven't." Zil-Em said simply. Lynn shot him a quick smile before steering him to where she last saw her cousins. They exchanged stories as they walked, talking about how they have been and their achievements in the past couple months. They passed many crewmates whom they politely greeted as they passed by.
Finally they arrived at the entrance of a training room. Peeking inside, there were a couple people inside, some simply stretching while others sparred. One of the walls was decorated with a plethora of weapons, from pristine blasters to old fashioned blades. Another hosted a multitude of colorful armor, many individual pieces missing from their mantle.
There, in the middle of the room, were her cousins fighting in perfect harmony against two other recruits. Lynn vaguely recognized them from the cadet program, though she couldn't remember their names. The twins clearly knew them however, throwing quips and joking remarks as they exchanged blows.
Lynn leaned on the door of the training room, content to watch until the match was over. Her uncle stood next to her, regarding the fight with interest. Settling to Lynn's right, he asked, "How are your parents?"
"They are fine. Just a little sad to see me go." Lynn answered, "They told me to ask you to visit if I saw you."
"If I have the time." Zil-Em simply said. Lynn lips pursed at the answer.
"They miss you, you know." She said, turning her face back to the spar and crossing her arms. "Ieiu(7) especially."
"I'm sure they do." Her uncle said curtly, falling silent for a moment as he followed the twins weave through battle. "How are your lessons with the Thinker going?"
Lynn blinked twice at the sudden subject change. "You mean Nimda An-Dor? It is going well, she says that I am progressing farther than she thought. We are to meet the week after I return."
"That is good." A faint smile spread across Zil-Em's face. They fell into silence as the spar wrapped up, the twins smiling in triumph. They finally noticed their audience, waving them over with a quick gesture.
Lynn jogged towards them, her uncle taking his time walking behind her. "Shavera, Doami," She said in greeting, nodding to each twin, "You did great today."
Shavera lifted her chin proudly, practically radiating smugness. Doami however smiled brightly, thanking Lynn shyly. Zil-Em finally arrived, standing off to Lynn's left, and spoke, "Wenaho(8)."
"Khehthgr(9)!" They answered, Daomi taking the chance to lunge forward for a hug first. She pressed her cheek against his as he tightened the hug. Lynn entertained herself from the expression Shavera made when she realized her sister had beaten her to the hug.
After Zil-Em and Daomi separated, Shavera also launched herself at her grandfather, repeating the greeting her twin had done.
"How is Tara? And Klinn-Ren?"
"Mother is well." Daomi chirped, Shavera sulkily adding, "Ukr(10) is also well. He just didn't want us on this mission."
Lynn leaned against the wall and watched off to the side as the three of them caught up. The hiss of an opening door caught her attention, she brightened as she saw who came through the door. Kor-Da noticed her presence almost immediately and beelined towards her.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't the khehth kyvrym(11). Gracing us with your presence, are you?" Kor-Da stated teasingly, making Lynn's face scrunch up in fond annoyance.
"Kor-Da." Lynn pitched her voice, aiming to sound like the strict elders in the Military Guild. From Kor-Da's face, she wasn't successful.
Kor-Da dropped the strange expression he had and threw on a crooked smile, pointing a thumb towards the training mats, "You wanna spar?"
"Sure!" Lynn replied, excited to get her blood pumping. She had sparred with some other members of the spacecraft but they didn't get her as pumped as fighting against Kor-Da. Currently, their strength are even. They won as many matches as they lost against each other. Lynn was known for her unique fighting style, but something about the way Kor-Da fights mesmerized her and pushed her to work harder.
Lynn grabbed a halberd off the wall and walked over to the training mats, standing at the edge of the mat as Kor-Da grabbed his own weapons, dual blades. While he was good with a multitude of weapons, Kor-Da's signature weapons were the dual blades. Many had fallen from his blades since the times of his early missions. Lynn knew of his skill with blades before they had met, surprisingly.
Giving the halberd a spin, Lynn settled in position as Kor-Da walked onto the mat, peripherally aware of her relative watching them attentively. He gave her a taunting smile before he moved, circling the edge of the mat slowly, looking for a weakness to strike. Lynn mirrored his movements, making sure to keep a distance between them, Kor-Da was deadly when he got close.
Their weapons clashed whenever Kor-Da tried to gain the advantage but Lynn beat him back. She was best with a ranged weapon, even better than her opponent. That was one thing she was superior in compared to Kor-Da, just as he was better with shorter ranged weapons than her.
Lynn narrowed her eyes, neither of them had managed to land a hit on the other. It wasn't unusual for that to happen, but she wanted to get her blood pumping. Scanning Kor-Da's form, she looked for any weaknesses she could expose.
Kor-Da shifted slightly, resting his weight on the balls of his feet. There! Lynn's eyes gleamed, tensing as she prepared to strike. Lifting the halberd, she—
"Lynn Argo-Ren!" A sharp voice barked loudly, startling Lynn's focus away from Kor-Da.
Lynn let out a grunt as the air was expelled from her lungs from a well placed strike. She saved herself from falling on her back by rolling into a crouch, dropping the halberd in the process. She turned wide eyed to the voice, making sure Kor-Da was still in view.
"Jran(12) Ryll-Vul!" Lynn exclaimed, hastily standing upright.
"Why are you not in the armory like I told you to be?" Ryll-Vul asked, arms crossed and expression stern. His golden eyes bore down on Lynn as her expression changed from confusion to realization. She had forgotten in the rush of her great uncle's presence and her friend's proposal for a spar that she had agreed to meet with her mentor that day.
"My apologies, raozhium(13)." Lynn apologized, bowing slightly. Ryll-Vul huffed at the display, uncrossing his arms.
"Then let's get on with it." He said, turning suddenly, his uniform whipping around him. Lynn gave an apologetic look to Kor-Da who returned it with an understanding shrug. Her relatives gave her a sympathetic look as she said her goodbyes before hurrying after her mentor. Lynn sighed, all she had to look forward to was being yelled at or getting her butt kicked in training for forgetting to arrive at her meeting. This day couldn't get any worse.
Lynn walked down the hallway to the mess hall, massaging muscles that were sore from the grueling training she received. Grabbing a plate, she sat down next to a group who waved her over. She dug into her food, consisting mainly of seasoned droth(14) meat along with silten(15), and watched her fellow crewmates' expressions as the conversation swirled around her.
She blinked when she realized she didn't recognize one of the recruits. It wasn't that unusual, she couldn't be expected to know the names of everyone onboard the ship, but she at least knew their faces. Though, she supposed he could have just been one of the few crewmates that she hadn't seen yet. She let the matter lie, more interested in joining the conversation once she finished her food.
The topics shifted as more people joined the conversation, Lynn adding her thoughts from time to time before realizing how late it was. Excusing herself from the table, she made her way to her quarters, intending on taking a long, hot shower. She felt clammy from her earlier training and intended on changing that.
Now that she was paying attention, she realized that she didn't recognize many faces she walked past. Then again, she usually wasn't awake at this time and she knew there were those who worked during this rotation. Waving back at someone who greeted her, she turned into the hallway that led to her quarters.
She grasped her bag and some clean towels, shutting the door behind her when she exited. The washrooms were just a short walk away, and it was late enough that she could take her time in the showers. Her plans were ruined, however, when a large explosion rocked the ship. Lynn stumbled into the wall, holding it to regain her balance. The lights shut off, plunging her in darkness, only the rotating emergency beacons occasionally lighted the hallway.
The distant sounds of screams sounded, startling Lynn. She strained her ears, hearing the unique sound of blasters and the clanking of weapons on armor. Lynn's heart sped up, thoughts of an invasion clouding her thoughts.
Lynn slapped her cheeks twice, snapping herself out of that state. There was no time to panic in an emergency, she was trained for this! Strapping her bag on her back after she removed one of her uniforms, she ducked into a random room and quickly changed into her uniform. Finding a weapon was her next priority, right after finding the source of the disruption.
She ran down the hall, making sure to keep her steps light. If there was an enemy, she didn't want to alert them of her presence. She slid next to a doorway, peeking her head inside subtly. There was no one inside, only a trashed room. Her heart felt cold when she spotted the blood that coated the wall. It was almost unnoticeable, you wouldn't have seen it unless you were looking for it. Tracing it with her eyes, she saw the red tips of bloody fingers hidden underneath a thick couch. Bending down, she made eye contact with dull brown eyes. A corpse.
Lynn rolled into a crouch after she was thrown forward from a sudden strike, a shock of pain emanating from her bleeding back. Adopting a defensive manner, she deflected another strike with her armored gauntlet, sparks flying from the heavy attack. Lynn took advantage of the close proximity to hook her arm against the spear, a quick twist and the weapon was dislodged from her attacker's grasp.
She finally took the time to take a good look at her attacker, a gasp flying from her lips. There, right across from her, was one of the people she sat with in the mess hall. His skin rippled into a pale white tone, black colored under his eyes and cheekbones, his hair reflecting the change. He wore a black striped yellow suit under the shredded, bloodstained kryptonian military uniform. A jagged smile taunted her.
Anger coursed through Lynn's veins as she realized the deception her ship had faced. The ship was infiltrated with Dheronians, a rival species that lived just two planets away from them. The Dheronians were a species that Krypton regularly waged war against, mostly to protect themselves and their resources from Dheronians greedy hands. The last war was nearly a hundred years ago, why had they suddenly attacked? No matter, all that she needed to do was get rid of them.
Lynn flipped the spear in her hand and charged, feinting to the left. The Dheronian tried to attack her right side but she dropped, sweeping the spear under its feet. It fell with a thud. Lynn grabbed its head and bashed it on the floor, disorienting it. Lynn took her chance, slamming the spear between its ribs, hearing its ribs break before she punctured its heart. It cried out, a long, harsh sound erupted from its mouth.
Another Dheronian slid into the hall at the sound, its expression twisted into fury at the sight of its dying comrade. It barked unintelligible words out behind it, the unmistakable sound of footsteps sounded out. Two Dheronians rounded the corner as Lynn settled into an offensive position, ignoring the blood pooling beneath her. She didn't have time to dwell on the fact that she killed another being, all she needed to do was fight.
She pounced, tearing through the side of a Dheronian while it was distracted, and rounded on another. Her lunge was blocked hastily, her opponent unbalanced. She kicked it in the stomach and dodged the unharmed Dheronian's attack, the blade grazing her side. Lynn jumped backwards, swinging her spear as she did so. She managed a lucky hit, the side of the Dheronian's neck bled heavily, give it a minute and it would be dead. One more left.
Or not, Lynn heard heavy footsteps heading this way. She faced the only living Dheronian in front of her, it smirked at her, clearly also hearing the reinforcements. She sprung on her hand, dodging the dagger that was thrown at her, and landed behind the Dheronian, thrusting her spear through its midsection and twisted. She felt it sever its spine and several organs. The Dheronian gurgled in pain, choking up blood.
The hallway was a mess, blood speckled the wall and pooled around the four Dheronians. Several organs flowed out the side of one Dheronian as another's chest could be seen. The other Dheronians had more discreet injuries, though no less horrifying. There were nicks on the wall from where failed attacks landed, a dagger sticking out of one of them.
Finally, a group of ten Dheronians appeared, many holding weapons of all sorts. They paused, looking at the bloodbath that occurred and then to the one standing. Lynn absentmindedly counted her injuries, of the many scrapes and cuts, the worst was the one on her back. She wouldn't be able to fight much longer without treating it. She had to run. There's no way she could take on that many Dheronians while injured, especially when some of them had blasters.
Lynn turned tail and ran, snaking around the blaster shots. She ran through the halls, turning indiscriminately into random halls and doubling back when she could. She managed to lose a couple already when she was grabbed and thrown into a side room, a hand covering her mouth. She struggled against her assailant, kicking and wiggling as best as she could. She stilled, hearing a familiar voice whisper, "Quiet, edhyv."
The sound of multiple beings running by appeared, growing fainter after some time. Her great uncle removed his grasp on her when they could no longer hear any footsteps. Immediately, Lynn whispered, "Uncle, this ship is infested with Dheronians! We have to request aid from Krypton!"
"I know that, little one." Zil-Em opened the door slightly, peeking to see if there were any lingering Dheronians. "We have to go. Come."
The pair sneaked through the halls of the ship, occasionally coming across the dead bodies of both Dheronians and Kryptonians. Whenever they came across Dheronians, they ducked into an empty room. What Lynn dreaded the most was the fact that they hadn't run into any other Kryptonian.
Zil-Em led Lynn to an abandoned corridor, closing the door after shoving her into a room.
"Uncle," Lynn said faintly, "Why are we here?" The large room was dark, but she could make out several large areas. She could tell there were supposed to be escape pods in some places but were empty. In others, they were damaged to the point where it wouldn't be able to fly. She couldn't see one viable escape pod.
Zil-Em said nothing, just grabbed her arm and dragged her to a darker corner, a hidden door there that you wouldn't see on your way in. He typed a code on a keypad, the door opening with a hiss. There, in front of them, was a gleaming black and yellow escape pod. The pod opened with a near silent noise, inside was a single plush seat with buttons lining the side. A small white panel indicated their current location.
"Uncle!" Lynn cried out when her uncle hauled her into the cockpit, strapping her in quickly. "What are you doing?!"
"Giving you a chance to live." Zil-Em said cooly, fiddling with the buttons on the pod.
"What about the twins? Your grandchildren?" Lynn questioned, tugging the belt on the ship. Zil-Em paused, his expression crumpled. "No…" She said breathily, "They can't be…"
"Goodbye child. Give your parents my love, will you? " Lynn's eyes widened as the transparent hatch of the escape pod closed. Behind her uncle, a lone Dheronian crept, blaster in hand. The engines of the pod whirred to life, the pod beginning to hover. Lynn slammed her hands on the transparent grahu(16), trying to warn her uncle of the danger. Unfortunately he couldn't hear her, the barrier between them too thick for sound to travel through.
The pod began to move, speeding up the farther it went. The last sight she saw before being launched into space was the image of her uncle being shot through the chest.
Tears ran down Lynn's cheeks as she grieved for her uncle and cousins, hugging her remaining possessions tightly. She hadn't thought that her first interstellar mission would go disastrously wrong. Not only had her relatives passed away, so had many of her fellow kryptonians. Even if she didn't know their names or talked to them, they were still under the same Guild and the same God. They could have been a close friend, a future family member, or even a lover. But now, they are with Rao, away from the lives they should have lived through fully. Were it not for the Dheronians, they could have had that chance.
Lynn sobbed openly, there was no one around to scold her for doing so. She paid no attention to her bleeding wounds, just cried and cried and cried until she couldn't anymore. Her puffy red eyes began to dry, breaths coming out stutteringly. Despite the fact that her tears had dried up, her grief engulfed her like waves in the ocean, she was drowning.
A brittle, sardonic smile crossed her lips as she bemused her luck. Of all the people to have survived this affair, it just had to be her. Not too long ago, she was laughing with her family, and now they were dead. What would she tell her mother? That it was her fault that her mother's uncle died? How could she do such a thing?
Lynn's expression was blank. She stared out at the surrounding space, taking in its magnificent sights. Even the beautiful scenery couldn't pierce through her sorrow. Her uncle and cousins should have survived instead of her. They deserved to have lived the rest of their lives. They had much brighter futures than her, her uncle the genius inventor and the twins, rising in the ranks of the Military Guild. Her? All she had was good fighting skills. That wouldn't get you very far on Krypton.
Lynn sniffled, she just wanted to go home.
A bright flash of light forced Lynn to close her sensitive eyes, trying to cover the light with her hands. Blinking the spot away, her eyes widened when she saw herself barreling straight for a planet. Lynn pressed the interface panel rapidly, trying in vain to slow down her fall. The surface rapidly approached despite her desperate actions. What was the point? Lynn's motions slowed down. She wouldn't survive anyways so why try?
No! Her uncle wanted her to live, so she will! Lynn pressed everything she could find, determined to survive the crash. Finally, cushions sprouted from the panels of the aircraft, securing her in their grasp. The impact hit not a moment later, jarring Lynn violently against the escape pod.
'It seems like uncle's sacrifice was for nothing' were Lynn's final thoughts before she passed out.
Lynn stirred with a groan, pain assaulting her whole body. Flashing red lights filled the otherwise dark pod. Lynn could smell smoke, a distant heat off to her side alerted her of a fire nearby. The air hazy and bitter. Lynn spotted a dark fluid that she could only assume was fuel. Being in the middle of a wreckage with fire and fuel in close proximity? Not a good idea.
She shifted, pieces of the ship falling off her body. A whimper escaped her as she moved forward, towards a single ray of light. Her body was extremely sore and she was sure that the multiple wounds she gained in addition to her past ones were bleeding. It didn't help that her bag pressed harshly against them.
Lynn crawled forward, moving any debris or obstacles out of her way, making progress towards the presumed exit. The fires were getting closer, she could tell. The thick scent of smoke was heavier and the temperature was rising noticeably. She moved faster, she didn't want to die in the very thing her uncle died for.
Lynn grasped the edge of the object covering the exit, throwing it to the side with all the strength she could muster, coughing a couple times from the dust that rose. She yelped, her eyes assaulted the moment she looked up, searing yellow rays blinding her. All she could do was go forward anyways, letting her hands guide her while her eyes recovered.
She only had a second of warning before she slid off the side of the pod, rolling to a stop not too far from it, atop heated earth. Lynn breathed deeply, her wounds agitated from all the movement. She was lucky, as not a moment later the pod combusted, flames licking up its sides, growing ever closer to her.
She paid it no attention, her focus on the bright yellow rays that fell softly upon her. Lynn reached out, shielding her eyes from the blinding beams of light in the process, as if to catch them in her grasp. Her other hand laid above her stomach wound, staining her fingers a deep scarlet.
She took a shallow breath, her mind going fuzzy on the edges, and gave herself a moment to simply soak in the heat of the native sun, ignoring the pain for a short moment. She didn't have much time left, she could feel it. Her injuries were too numerous and too deep to be treated on a foreign planet.
Her eyes fluttered shut, once, twice, barely processing the sound of a distant shout before finally succumbing to the darkness.
1) Singular Kryptonian year. 506.94 Earth days, or roughly 1.38 Earth years
2) Great uncle
3) jurimtul- literally skin(jurim) hold(tul). It is an intimate greeting, usually within family. One of its functions is to check the wellbeing of another
4) An affectonate honorific meaning adolescent between 15-23
5) Kryptonian week. (Plural) 6.94 Earth days. Pronounced [fænf.o]
6) Female cousins (Plural)
7) Mother
8) Grandaughters (Plural)
9) Grandfather
10) Father
11) khehth - Revered, honored, admired, esteemed, kyvrym - Candidate, recruit. He is literally calling her the most promising recruit
12) Non-Gendered Non-Familial Honorific. In this context it means Mr.
13) Teacher
14) A type of large Kryptonian sea-bird
15) A type of edible algae or seaweed
16) An artificial material, somewhat like plastic, but much stronger, used for building on Krypton.
AN: That was a lot of information and OC introduced huh? I hope it came off naturally (˶‾᷄ᗜ‾᷅˵ ᵕ)
Here is the guide for characters introduced this chapter that will be brought up often/more than once:
Lynn Argo-Ren - Our main character!
Zil-Em - Lynn's great uncle, the twins' grandfather, member of the Science Guild
Shavera Klinn-Ren - Lynn's older second cousin, member of the Military Guild, the more outgoing of the twins
Doami Klinn-Ren - Lynn's older second cousin, member of the Military Guild, the shyer of the twins
Kor-Da - a longtime friend and rival of Lynn, was in the same cadet program as Lynn, joined the Military Guild alongside Lynn
Ryll-Vul - A high ranking member of the Military Guild, formally Lynn's mentor in the guild
Nimda An-Dor - Lynn's niece despite being older, took Lynn under her wing/became her mentor, member of the Science Guild
Tara Zil-Em - The twins' mother, member of the Artist Guild
Klinn-Ren - The twins' father, member of the Military Guild
Otha Val-Em - Lynn's mother, member of the Science Guild
Argo-Ren - Lynn's father, member of the Military Guild
Also! This is going to be extremely slow to update. It's the first tag! Im just posting it so I don't forget about it while I'm working on my 10+ other wips. Thanks for the patience! ^^