Alright so, here's how it is, in the last chapter I might have made a small mistake while writing it, basically I wrote that Flare 'already had the plans in mind for the hero', but after taking a quick look, Flare canonically learned Keyaru's class after using 'the scroll' (which is apparently some sort of item they use to identify the heroes' class, clever eh?) after she took him in to bring him to the castle. So yeah, I put it right, and simply added that hers was a 'gut feeling' which later turned out to be true. Yeah, sorry for the little slip up lol.
Now, as I mentioned last time, I wasn't sure whether to continue and make a second chapter of this masterpiece, but since three users, well guests, apparently enjoyed the first chapter and asked me to continue, at least two of them, I figured "why not please them?". (also, if you liked it so much SIGN UP and LIKE the story for real. Just kidding... maybe). Anyway thank you three, you gave me the motivation to write this one.
Uh, ok, now that everything is sorted out, let us begin!
Flare blinked several times, her vision was blurred, her mind confused by the events that had occurred just a few seconds ago. It all happened after that 'lousy commoner' fought that chimera off, culminating in after the latter materialised that odd black hole. Subsequently to that, everything faded into a blinding white.
As she gradually opened her eyes, she was quick to notice they weren't in the vicinity of Alban Village anymore. Rather, the surroundings were dark, menacing and ominous. The environment was a dense woodland; towering trees obscured the sun's rays with their dense foliage, giving the forest a cold, dark colour pattern that covered the entire thick vegetation, accompanied by its uncharted and sinister atmosphere.
A growl from afar was enough for Flare to widen her eyes in alarm. After noticing she was lying on the forest's grassy field, she shook her head and long sat. 'What in the world is this place? I don't believe I've ever been on this side of the woods before.' She looked around and tried to recollect her thoughts.
In the meanwhile. "Tch…" The thief rubbed his head and eyes. 'I'll be damned. Two blackouts consecutively in a day.' He slowly stood up from his kneeling position before scanning his surrounding area. 'Now… where the hell are we? Looks like we're in some kind of forest.'
On her part, Flare grimaced as she had a hard time to move on her own. 'Ugh... it's the same sensation I felt earlier. I can hardly move.' Flare thought before addressing the rogue. "You commoner, do something!" She demanded for his help.
Having his thoughts occupied, he initially ignored her.
"I'm speaking to you. Are you ignoring me, you disgusting vagabond?" Flare continued her demands, still looking down on him.
The rogue, matter-of-fact, huffed in annoyance in response to her nonsensical command. "Save your demands for someone who cares, pinkie." He replied in a harsh voice, clearly not humouring her anymore.
"What did you just say to me?!" Flare shot him a glare.
The man ignored the princess' outburst as his mind was focussed on something else. 'So apparently the freak wasn't going for the kill, it simply beat a retreat, which means it was getting cold feet… still it's nowhere to be seen and I can't sense it… alright first things first. I still need to figure out where we are…' Before he could ponder further, his face twisted as he let out a grunt. 'Gggh, shit…' He cursed as the pain was starting to manifest again.
With a pained scowl on his face, the rogue examined his own wounds. He gritted his teeth as he checked the piece of spike still lodged in his thigh. After a moment of contemplation, he decided to act. With a quick movement, he pulled out the spike from his leg, gushing blood out of the wound.
'AGH! Warty bastard, it still hurts, dammit.' He cussed, placing a hand on his still open wound with the ragged spike. 'At least the bleeding's slowed down…' He quickly reached for his belt with his hand, pulling out a small tube of a healing potion. 'Shit, this is all I've got left, it won't be enough to heal me completely, but it should get the job half-done.'
Attempting to ignore his pain, the rogue tore a piece of his tunic, spitting on his own hands he poured down what remained drops of the potion and wrapped the piece around his wound, halting the bleeding entirely. Observing the roguish man's doings, Flare couldn't help but watch in disgust.
"Must you be so uncouth? That was positively repulsive." She commented with a sickened face.
"Repulsive or not I couldn't care less, it's effective." The thief dismissively replied in the same tone he used earlier. "Not that I'd give a shit about what you say either way." He added.
Sensing his growing annoyance, Flare couldn't help but mock the man. "Is this your means to conceal your loathsome behaviour, you dirty dog?"
The thief winced but didn't give her a response in words. 'Tch. I'd better ignore her and find out where…'
"And now you're seeking to escape the conversation?" Flare's smirk broadened.
However, the rogue didn't humour her this time, his reply was firmer. "Will you shut your goddamn mouth? We've got bigger problems. I'm trying to get a grip of the situation."
Despite his reply and her annoyance, Flare couldn't help but scoff. "Bigger problems? Oh, please. This entire situation is your fault. Hadn't you been so reckless with that monstrosity, we wouldn't be in this predicament." She blamed him, pointing at him.
The rogue winced, before sighing through his teeth. "Reckless? Me? What about you? If you hadn't thrown around those flashy spells, the chimera wouldn't have come sniffing our way in the first place." He countered.
Flare's frustration bubbling to the surface. "I was defending myself! Unlike you low-life thieves, I can't rely on cheap tricks and stealth." She continued.
"Cheap tricks can save lives. Flashy spells attract attention. If you've got a single brain cell firing, you can work out the difference." The thief retorted, hoping to shut her up. "Besides, don't pin your lack of physical skills on me."
Now Flare's eyes flared with anger, not happy that he talked back to her once again. "Watch your tongue, thief. I could end your pathetic existence in mere seconds if I wished to."
'Does this dumb bitch even care about us being wrapped into the wild we probably know nothing about?' The rogue glanced at her with an unimpressed poker face. "Yeah, funny thing to say for a woman who was about to shit herself the moment I took the upper hand." He countered in a dismissive manner, turning his back on her.
Flare's face reddened with discomfort; her hands tightened on her magical staff. 'This low life has once again crossed all limits… I won't tolerate his insolence any longer!' Recomposing herself, her anger was replaced by mockery.
"'The upper hand', you say? You think your cheap thief tricks would make you superior to me?" She questioned with a tone of arrogance back in her voice. "Look at yourself, a wounded rat scurrying away from his predator's superiority." Flare stated with a taunting, overconfident smirk. "It would be unfortunate if someone were to attack you in your moment of weakness, hmm?"
Annoyed by the princess' persistence, the thief turned his head to her, showing his irritated scowl. "Eat shit, pink-head. If you think that'll stop me from slicing you in two then you're dead wrong."
Flare's eyes narrowed, and without warning, she raised her staff, pointing it in his direction with its glowing gem. Which was enough for the thief to groan.
'Really? She's actually ready to throw down right here? We're literally surrounded by trees.' The rogue couldn't believe what she was doing, as he forced himself not to facepalm. "Hm, I wouldn't do that if I were you, especially in a place like this."
Flare only derided him. "Oh, you don't believe I would? I guess I have to show you this time, for real."
She started to focus on her magic again, her anger starting to take control of her. 'This... this is my chance to show this man why people feared me, why people knew my name and my power.' A grin formed on Flare's face. 'This... this was what I was waiting for.'
The roguish man closed his eyes with a heavy sigh, slowly unsheathed his daggers and positioned himself. 'Let's get done with this petty shit.' He locked his eyes on her.
"You will regret this, commoner. You will be reduced to ashes without the chance to scream. Let me show you my true power!"
Flare let her anger and arrogance take control of her and without a word, she raised her staff in the air. With a haughty smile, ready to show him just why he should fear her. 'It's time to put him in his place.' With her staff risen in the air, mana started to charge in. The air crackled with magical energy as a glowing orb-like object started to materialise in the sky above, resembling a blend between a meteorite and a miniature sun. Flare's confidence swelled as she believed this powerful spell would put the rogue in his place.
For the first time, the thief's eyes widened. 'The hell's she doing with that?!' Was she really going for that just to kill him?
However, the result did not exactly turn out the way Flare wanted, causing a look of surprise and frustration to appear on her face. 'What... how? This can't be right. A Level five spell should be more powerful than this... and for some reason, I'm feeling… weaker.' Flare gritted her teeth, but didn't back down. 'Never mind, this should be more than enough to burn this lowly peasant alive!'
The thief tightened his hand as he wielded his daggers. 'Dammit. With that kind of spell, she's gonna burn down a good portion of the groves… potentially damaging neighbouring areas as well…'
As Flare's spell sped towards the ground, she erupted in a hearty laugh, provoking the rogue to narrow his eyes, his teeth clenching in exasperation. Yet, despite the wound still clearly visible on his thigh, he couldn't stand by and watch, so he decided to spring into action in a quick manner.
'…Has she lost her goddamn mind?! That fucking idiot!' He yelled internally.
Taking aback by his sudden course of action, Flare halted her laughing. 'W-what does he think he can do?' She asked, as her cocky smile trembled a bit.
Reaching the treetop in a burst of speed, the rogue immediately launched himself into the air with great force, soaring toward the impending disaster.
'Dammit, that lion-faced shitbag… despite the potion drops, the injury is still nagging at me… ugh, looks like I'll have to resort to that… and even though I'm in a better shape than earlier, this could seriously dry me out.' With a sharp intake of breath, he channelled the remaining reservoirs of his energy into his limbs. The energy surged through him, and with a final burst of speed, he coiled his body in a bright glow before channelling it into his kick, becoming a manifestation of his power.
"Focus your energy…" He mumbled as he closed the distance. 'Remember Ashimar, Qi is not just energy. It's your will, your spirit. Channel it through your body, and you'll be able to transcend your limits.' The rogue, Ashimar, grimaced in a mixture of pain and annoyance. "AAHH!"
Performing a powerful kick with his functioning limb, Ashimar intercepted the falling 'star', the collision sent shockwaves through the air. Loud cracks echoing through the entire falling ignited star, as its fire started to extinguish. Witnessing the current display above, Flare was at loss of words to say the least, despite being a weaker version of her fifth ranked spell, she was positive it was sufficient to dispose of him once and for all.
'W-What kind of absurdity is this?!' Flare fumed in her thoughts. 'How can he do that?! How can this mere scoundrel be this strong?!' She thought, only to be left speechless by what happened immediately afterwards.
In mere seconds, the sun-like meteoroid was shattered upon impact letting out a brilliant, rippling shockwave of energy, an explosion of debris engulfed the sky above. Flare's expression shifted from disbelief to a mix of awe and frustration.
Afterwards Ashimar descended downward, navigating and bouncing off the treetops, using them as springboards before finally touching the ground with a slight stumble. The strain of his effort was evident on his face, he was panting but he managed to maintain a composed demeanour. Flare, on the other hand, was reeling with frustration and hatred as she glared at Ashimar through the haze of her exhaustion and awe. Never would she have imagined that a man like him would be capable of this with such physical strength. Sweat poured down her forehead as she struggled to stand up on her feet with the help of her magic staff.
"Y-you…" Flare tried to gather words; her eyes fixed on him in rage.
Ashimar paid her little attention, which only served to fuel her hateful look.
'Guess I'm still in a fix here, it still stings and that kick squeezed plenty of energy out of me.' Ashimar thought as he exhaled. 'At least I still got the hang of it.'
"You filthy dog! I'll… I'll teach you to mock me…!" Flare hissed between her pants.
Not bearing it any longer, Ashimar's patience worn thin. In a sudden swift, fluid movement of his arm, he hurled one of his scimitar-bladed daggers at high speed and precision. The dagger sliced through the air, purposely missing Flare by a few centimetres but striking the trunk of a nearby tree with enough force to destroy it into fragments. Flare froze in shock as the dagger grazed past her. That was a warning shot, along with a deep scowl on his face.
Flare was silent, cursing under her breath. 'How can this lowly thief be so strong? He is no hero, no knight, nobody relevant… he's just a thief!' This was the first time someone like him would be so dominant over her, the first time in years where she felt truly defeated, heroes were the only ones who were able to archive such level of strength, so how could he display that level of skills. '…I can't believe I'm being painted into a corner by the likes of him, this is unacceptable… I will not…'
With a measured sigh, Ashimar turned away from Flare and walked towards the tree in which his dagger was stuck, pulling it out from the now cracked bark. His demeanour shifted, the rogue now seemingly calm as he studied their surroundings.
'Tch.' Ashimar groaned internally, but opted to let it go for the time being. 'Now then, time to scout the surroundings.'
With his daggers still in hands, Ashimar slowly paced through the dark woodland, completely ignoring what Flare was bubbling or muttering. He remained concentrated in studying the seemingly uncharted forest.
'While in airborne, I tried to have a better glance out the area.' Ashimar pondered while looking in all directions. 'The forest looked all over the place, it was larger than I expected, hell I couldn't even spot its edge... wait a minute, could it be?'
Halting his pace, a distant noise of flowing water reached Ashimar's ears. As he followed the sound, he soon emerged from the dense bush and found a small streambank. Suddenly, his eyes widened the moment he saw the colour of the liquid coursing through.
'Shit…' A nervous drop of sweat travelled down his face.
The 'water's' colour was a bright shade of purple. That was enough for Ashimar to recognise the whole place.
'Out of all the places, it had to be this one.' He thought with a tinge of frustration. '…the Ancient Grove.'
The Ancient Grove was a place located far outside of the Jioral Kingdom, mostly untouched by civilisation, the majority of the flowing water in the streams was toxic, contaminating most of the creatures living nearby. It was also home of a vast number of creatures Ashimar knew almost nothing about. It was a location he hoped to never see again.
'And here I thought I'd never set foot in this podunk forest again. It was bad enough to be stuck here with that pink-haired moron…' Ashimar pinched the bridge of his nose, processed his situation, contemplating his next move. 'Alright, let's think this through… finding my way out of here's not gonna be easy, this grove is large and dangerous to boot.' He trailed off. 'Water won't be a problem for now, I've got small handcrafted flasks attached to my belt, I'd be fine for a day or two at best. But I'll still need food and eventually to camp somewhere. The easiest way would be to find a cave or something to cover up.'
As he mulled over his supplies, Flare managed to walk towards him, given her weakened state she used her staff to assist her walking.
"What is this…?" Flare questioned. "Commoner, you do know where we are, don't you. Speak!" She demanded, looking at him as he was her doormat.
Yet, a response from him never came, Ashimar was rubbing the unkept beard he had on his chin. 'There's no point in trekking deep into the woods and getting lost. If I stick around the stream, it should be easier to find my way out… or at least hope so.' Ashimar reflected.
Without acknowledging Flare's indignant glare, Ashimar resumed his walk as he moved into the shadowed depths of the woods.
"Hey you! Get back here this instant! You filthy mutt!" She yelled.
Ignoring Flare's protests, Ashimar's focus returned to his predicament as he continued his stroll through the forest.
'Well, time to find a decent place for the night. Flare though…' He thought while giving her a last glance. 'Huh who cares, she's likely gonna end up as some animal's dinner.' Ashimar shrugged while continuing to walk off.
Struggling to keep up with her weakened state, Flare gripped her staff and marched forward, trying her best to catch up with him.
Back to the Jioral Kindgom
"What do you mean 'the princess is nowhere to be found'?!" Renard, the captain of the Jioral knights, demanded with a loud bark to one of his subordinates.
Several hours have passed since Flare's unexpected disappearance, and Renard was beyond furious as he kept shooting constant glares at his men.
The soldier replied with a nervous stammer. "I-I'm sorry sir, we searched everywhere in the area where she went, but there is no trace of Princess Flare."
"Idiots! I told you to go along to ensure that nothing happened to her!" Renard barked in anger.
"But… didn't her highness state she wished to go on her own?" The soldier hummed.
Renard narrowed his eyes with irritation. "You dare question the orders I give?!" He snarled, his voice dripping with disdain. "Your pathetic excuses won't bring the princess back. Now, pull yourself together and find her! We can't afford to lose her on my watch. Our journey to Alban Village can wait, finding Princess Flare is our top priority!"
A soldier started to question. "But sir, what about the recruiting of the hero…"
Without warning, Renard swung his fist, connecting with the soldier's jaw, causing him to be smacked on the ground. "Anyone else has foolish questions or excuses for your incompetence?" He turned to the other guards.
"No captain!" The rest of the soldiers saluted.
Despite his frustration, Renard regained his composure. "Now, you fools better research every corner in the area." He ordered. "Run along and find her!"
"Sir!" They exclaimed in unison as they scattered across the area to find Flare.
Meanwhile, in Alban Village, word of the royal knight's eventual visit had quickly spread. The villagers gathered into small groups, as the word of the imminent arrival of the royal guards had already spread among the inhabitants.
"Hey, have you seen the kingdom's knights nearby?"
"Uh, are they?"
"Why?"
"No idea. But from what I heard they're looking for someone. Apparently, one of them went missing."
"Who?"
"Not sure."
Walking through his village while hearing his fellow villagers talking, a certain brown-haired young teenager with a slim, small appearance, couldn't help but begin to feel frustrated, his red eyes were fixed on the village's entry. That wasn't the scenario he was waiting for.
'Where's Flare?' Keyaru thought in irritation. 'She should've been here by now.'
Even though time was turned back, his fate as a hero still didn't change, and so his encounter with the other 'chosen' Heroes, including the princess of the kingdom and Magic Hero, Flare. The more time passed, the more his palm of his hands clenched. Someone else seemed to notice Keyaru's sudden change in his face and behaviour.
"Keyaru, are you alright?" A young woman with chestnut hair and amber eyes asked the boy with a gentle smile.
Keyaru snapped out of it, quickly putting up a friendly smile. "Oh of course, I'm perfectly fine, Anna." He shook his head at his
"Are, are you sure?" Anna asked with a concerned manner.
"Don't worry about me Anna. I'm ok." Keyaru assured his older sister figure.
'Is this a coincidence? No… this isn't the case. Something, or someone else must've interfered.' He pointed out to himself. 'Whoever dared to prevent the revenge I've been devising for so long will pay.' Keyaru vowed, his feature twisted into a growing, wicked grin. 'No one snatches my prey and soon-to-be toy under my nose… no one.'
Ancient Grove
The sun dipped below the horizon. Inside the depths of the woodland, Ashimar was able to gather twigs and dry leaves to create a small, modest bonfire, now the only source of light in the area. Fortunately, he was not empty-handed. Having sharpened his survival and hunting skills over the years, he was able to catch a small rabbit-like creature a few moments earlier.
Returning to by his bonfire with his successful catch, Ashimar skilfully skinned the rabbit with one of hid daggers, managing to purify its probably contaminated flesh with the last remaining anti-poison potion in his possession. After spearing the animal on a makeshift skewer and getting rid of the fur, he sat by and awaited as the meat started to roast it over the crackling fire.
'Ok. First things first, I have to figure out how to get out of this mess, head back to the Jioral Kingdom and scheme up a new plan to take down Renard and those other Royal Knights assholes. Though, now that prissy bitch went missing, they'll probably spend time looking for her. Hence, I doubt they'll be planning anything fishy for the time being.' Ashimar trailed off.
With the rabbit being prepared half-decently, Ashimar picked up the skewer and chewed on the meat in silence. As he finished devouring his meal. The bones, picked clean, were tossed somewhere near the flames.
'This place though… If my memories serve, there should be local folks living on the edge of the forest. The water's cleaner there, and the wildlife is definitely more friendly. I was lucky I ran into semi-harmless animals so far.' Ashimar thought, before his mind travelled to the recent events, while he was cleaning his daggers from the rabbit's blood with an old cloth. 'Magic Hero huh… I have to admit, that spell could've made a number on me if I didn't use my Qi… she did say that she was a potential candidate to be the Heroes, no wonder she packs a huge amount of magic power. She may be a dumb bitch, but I guess she does have talent when it comes to magic.' He sighed as he closed his eyes for a few moments.
His train of thoughts were interrupted as he heard footsteps approaching.
'Well, speak of the devil…'
As Flare emerged from the darkness, she staggered towards the warm glow of the bonfire, exhaustion etched across her face, her regal clothes weren't in the same condition as before as they bore the marks of the rough terrain, her skirt was partly covered in mud, her upper dress was in the same condition, and her white cloak was slightly more tattered and dirtier than earlier. Although the princess did not look well, Ashimar raised an almost impressed eyebrow as he cast her a fleeting glance.
"Oh, you're still alive." He voiced, before his tone returned unimpressed. "Thought you couldn't make it, let alone find your way here." Ashimar noted, recognising Flare's unexpected durability.
On the other hand, Flare wasn't pleased at all as she struggled to speak. "You… thief…" She panted weakly.
'And looks like she still has her tongue intact… too bad.' He sighed internally.
"…I demand something to eat properly… already." Flare continued. "…I'm… the princess, and you are… entitled to…" Her voice was once again interrupted by a heavy, strenuous exhale.
Ashimar hummed as he cocked his brows, glanced at her without uttering a word. Much to her shock and horror, he slowly pointed to the discarded bones near the fire, a silent indication that she could gnaw on the scraps he left. Flare's face paled at the prospect of eating and gnawing on the leftovers like a feral creature. She has always been accustomed to the luxuries of her royal status, and what was worse for her was the fact that the roguish man didn't appear to be joking.
Flare started to shake, and fear and hunger started to take over her mind, yet she was still in denial. "You… you expect me to... to eat that? Like some savage scavenger?"
'Huh, and here I thought she was slow in the uptake…' Ashimar's look remained unchanged, his indifference silence spoke louder than words.
"Y-you can't be serious… you cannot treat me like some common beggar!" Flare wanted to protest one more time, but her voice grew weaker and weaker. "You can't be this cruel to me..." She let out a whisper.
Flare's defensive stance crumbled in the face of the harsh truth of their situation. With a visible tremor, she reluctantly approached the tossed bones of the rabbit, a few morsels of its meat still left over the bones.
"I… I…" Flare mumbled and gulped aloud, giving him a final look of desperation, which was welcomed by an indifferent stare.
Shaking like a leaf, Flare wavered as she reluctantly kneeled near the bonfire, now facing the remains of the animal. Her weakened state became more apparent, her stomach began to grumble furiously and her eyes were starting to water up, but she forced herself not to cry. Flare's hand slowly reached for one of the bones, before she took a hesitant bite, followed by a low whimper. The little remaining meat tasted 'edible' enough. Yet her pride as a princess was tarnished, as a sense of shame and disgrace washed over her.
Between her chewing, another sob escaped her mouth. 'A princess such as myself… reduced to this… gnawing on bones like a wild animal…' Flare thought as she swallowed every remaining bit of meat she could. '… how can he treat someone of my status like this…'
Flare felt humiliated. The more she chewed down the meagre scraps, the more she felt degraded, her desperate hunger was taking over her mind, now attempting to salvage what remained of the rabbit's meat.
'Woah, she must've been starving.' Ashimar commented in his mind.
As she tore the last remaining of her 'meal', she gave him another glance.
"You… you could have at least… showed some decency…" Flare let out a weak sob, before growing silence.
Ashimar maintained a stoic silence, his poker face unwavering, yet his eyebrows shifted upward. 'Decency huh? Funny thing coming from someone like her. Seems like I was right.' He pondered, observing Flare's desperate struggles.
His scowl emanated indifference and disregard, yet he couldn't deny the cruel irony of their circumstances. Even though the treatment Flare was enduring was harsh, he couldn't help but feel a sense of poetic justice in the cruel treatment she now endured. It was a mirror of the harshness and ruthlessness that the royal family, probably including Flare herself, inflicted on the kingdom's enemies, whether it was leaving inconvenient people to rot in a cell, torturing them or 'converting' them to their side.
'The world's full of contradictions, isn't it? They come to the boonies with their grand, fancy titles, thinking the world owes them everything. But once reality hits them square in the face, the truth slowly emerges, until everything they had is snatched away...' Ashimar thought, as he stopped cleaning his scimitar-shaped daggers.
Ashimar paused his train of thoughts, his eyes were resting on the glowing fire, before they fixed on Flare's lying figure, who was currently out of commission due to exhaustion and fatigue.
'So far, this idiot has been a thorn in my side, still I highly doubt she'll try to do any more shit after today. But I guess I'll have to keep an eye open for the rest of the night, just in case.' He concluded as he put down his daggers.
Flare still looked weak, but she could be a potential danger to the groves and its inhabitants.
'The smartest choice would be killing her now… but then again, this punishment may be even worse than instant death.'
Shorter chapter than expected, sorry about that.
And yes, in case you were wondering, for the Ancient Grove idea, I was deliberately inspired by Grim Dawn, an RPG game, and The Legend of Spyro: the Eternal Night, combining the ideas together with the poisoned water lol.
About Flare? Well, she got what she deserved of course. If I have to be honest, I think the starvation punishment is much more cruel and painful than anything Keyaru did to her (in this case would have done to her later on). As for the name 'Ashimar', it's taken directly from a character from Infinity Blade III. Why that very name... well, why not? I liked it and used it, simple as that xd. Besides, I was too lazy to come up with a name in any case.
And of course, one more thing I partially picked up from external sources is Ki, well Qi (which is one of the many variations to pronounce it). And that won't be the only thing about him. So, why did I implement more stuff in the story? Why not? I mean, Keyaru basically pulls out of his ass any shit he wants with his godforsaken broken ""healing"" magic, why not create more balance among characters? (And let's be real, who actually likes Keyaru? None.)
To think I'm putting so much effort into writing a fic about a show I don't even like... my sanity must've been rubbed out. That aside, I hope you three folks liked this piece of writing. If you did, well I'm glad.
Thanks for passing by. Hasta la vista.