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He knew what he had to do.
Trajan Meng, embattled and beleaguered, had made his way back to Vel Anir. This after an ordeal that nearly claimed his life in Alliria. This after he had seen everything he worked for, everything he believed in, come crashing down around him in an instant. His hope for a United Humanity lay in tatters, now that the Luminari had turned on itself--brothers slaying brothers, sisters slaying sisters. The radical Purists had usurped the Cause, and now they were the Luminari. And their message was clear: they did not seek a United Humanity and separation from the xenos of Arethil, no. They sought the eradication of them.
It made Trajan question everything he had thought since separating from the Anirian Guard. Made him question the ideals of his beloved home of Vel Anir down to their very core. What had he become? How far had he allowed himself to go? Glory be, he had thought it necessary to kill untold numbers of human beings--mothers and fathers, sons and daughters, innocents all--in a false flag attack to further the Cause.
He loved Mankind. He loved his fellow man, his fellow woman. But his love had turned him into a despicable villain. With the express permission of a clear conscience he had been blind to his own evil. He had taken his love too far.
Now, he had to make it right. He knew that if nothing else, he needed to avenge Khadija Han, Clarissa Mejeure, and all the others who had been betrayed by Dio and the Purists. Kha, Claire, they had all joined the Luminari because they believed in the Cause--because they believed in him. And he had led them astray. He failed them.
He had to make it right.
Trajan had to destroy the Luminari, and those Purists who now infested it. Destroy it and bury it beneath the dirt of Arethil.
To this end, a return to Vel Anir was necessitated. Trajan had lost his armor, his weapon, and before he could even begin the business of cobbling together a force that could face the Luminari Purists in battle and defeat them, this he needed to attend to.
Trajan visited the Meng estate regularly. Though, this time when he came through the doors of his home and was greeted, his father, his mother, his three sisters, all of them knew that something had changed. They knew of what Trajan had been doing for the past nine years, though none were directly involved. Few words were exchanged at the dinner table, words that were solemn all. And when Trajan asked for his father's aid later that night, a knowing nod was all that was exchanged.
Trajan set about the next day to commission new armor, a new warhammer, and to speak with his longtime friend Crassus about the enchantments to be placed upon his new weapon.
All these the first few steps in preparation for what was to come.
An afternoon of mostly cloudy skies--perhaps the edges of a storm rolling in from the Cortosi Coast. The sunshine was intermittent, some moments bright and others plunged into deep shadow as a thick layer of clouds drifted overhead, edges glowing with the golden hints of the sun beyond.
One such approach of shadow shaded Anir Square now. Trajan, clad in a fine dark brown doublet and pants, walked through the Square. His eyes could not help but to drift on occasion to the sight of a xeno here, a xeno there, they who were not human yet either lived or traveled to Vel Anir anyway. And where once he would have regarded them with either disguised or open disdain, now...now he was more neutral. Simply seeing them. Acknowledging their presence in his mind. Moving on with his own business.
He thought briefly of hearing the news of the Battle of Wandering Creek, so many years ago. Of his...
(cruelty)
...unfairness to Valynthe.
He thought of who he was before Wandering Creek happened. A boy, a young man, yet one so different and distant in the past that his own memories seemed like they belonged to the story of someone else. Someone better.
And Trajan walked amidst the afternoon pedestrians of the Square. He'd a ways yet to go back to the Meng estate.
Rumer
Trajan Meng, embattled and beleaguered, had made his way back to Vel Anir. This after an ordeal that nearly claimed his life in Alliria. This after he had seen everything he worked for, everything he believed in, come crashing down around him in an instant. His hope for a United Humanity lay in tatters, now that the Luminari had turned on itself--brothers slaying brothers, sisters slaying sisters. The radical Purists had usurped the Cause, and now they were the Luminari. And their message was clear: they did not seek a United Humanity and separation from the xenos of Arethil, no. They sought the eradication of them.
It made Trajan question everything he had thought since separating from the Anirian Guard. Made him question the ideals of his beloved home of Vel Anir down to their very core. What had he become? How far had he allowed himself to go? Glory be, he had thought it necessary to kill untold numbers of human beings--mothers and fathers, sons and daughters, innocents all--in a false flag attack to further the Cause.
He loved Mankind. He loved his fellow man, his fellow woman. But his love had turned him into a despicable villain. With the express permission of a clear conscience he had been blind to his own evil. He had taken his love too far.
Now, he had to make it right. He knew that if nothing else, he needed to avenge Khadija Han, Clarissa Mejeure, and all the others who had been betrayed by Dio and the Purists. Kha, Claire, they had all joined the Luminari because they believed in the Cause--because they believed in him. And he had led them astray. He failed them.
He had to make it right.
Trajan had to destroy the Luminari, and those Purists who now infested it. Destroy it and bury it beneath the dirt of Arethil.
* * * * *
To this end, a return to Vel Anir was necessitated. Trajan had lost his armor, his weapon, and before he could even begin the business of cobbling together a force that could face the Luminari Purists in battle and defeat them, this he needed to attend to.
Trajan visited the Meng estate regularly. Though, this time when he came through the doors of his home and was greeted, his father, his mother, his three sisters, all of them knew that something had changed. They knew of what Trajan had been doing for the past nine years, though none were directly involved. Few words were exchanged at the dinner table, words that were solemn all. And when Trajan asked for his father's aid later that night, a knowing nod was all that was exchanged.
Trajan set about the next day to commission new armor, a new warhammer, and to speak with his longtime friend Crassus about the enchantments to be placed upon his new weapon.
All these the first few steps in preparation for what was to come.
* * * * *
An afternoon of mostly cloudy skies--perhaps the edges of a storm rolling in from the Cortosi Coast. The sunshine was intermittent, some moments bright and others plunged into deep shadow as a thick layer of clouds drifted overhead, edges glowing with the golden hints of the sun beyond.
One such approach of shadow shaded Anir Square now. Trajan, clad in a fine dark brown doublet and pants, walked through the Square. His eyes could not help but to drift on occasion to the sight of a xeno here, a xeno there, they who were not human yet either lived or traveled to Vel Anir anyway. And where once he would have regarded them with either disguised or open disdain, now...now he was more neutral. Simply seeing them. Acknowledging their presence in his mind. Moving on with his own business.
He thought briefly of hearing the news of the Battle of Wandering Creek, so many years ago. Of his...
(cruelty)
...unfairness to Valynthe.
He thought of who he was before Wandering Creek happened. A boy, a young man, yet one so different and distant in the past that his own memories seemed like they belonged to the story of someone else. Someone better.
And Trajan walked amidst the afternoon pedestrians of the Square. He'd a ways yet to go back to the Meng estate.
Rumer