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This thread will consist of story or journal entries for my character Cervato Caballero.

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Happy Birthday!

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Atreyu laid in his four poster bed, beneath silk sheets, clearly enjoying it as he had been away on vacation in Southsun during the Wintersday Holiday. Even though he could feel the sun's rays filter in past the curtains, he shifted in bed, wanting just a few more precious moments before he had to get up.

Suddenly, a faint clanging noise could be heard outside. Then shouting. Screaming? He sat up quickly, rushing to pull on a robe and moved the curtains slowly with a shaky hand. What was happening? His brother couldn't possibly be trying to...

His blue eyes searched the large lawn of the Haswari estate. Nothing. Though the clanging was soon growing in volume. What was that?

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a red blur. And a mix of servants and guards chasing after it. Eyes squinting to determine who it was, until suddenly he recognized them.

He opened his window quickly, unlatching and throwing it open. A cold breeze fluttering in through, chilling his form, under the silk robe.

The blur rushed back beneath the window. She was wearing a bright red dress, barefoot, a large pot in one hand, and ladle in the other. Her arms moved together to bash them creating a great sound! Her red lips pulled back in a smile and a small yellow ribbon tied about her hair.

He couldn't help but smile in return. It warmed his heart, seeing her there. She waved her ladle equipped hand a moment before dashing away from being tackled by his guards again. He laughed now, holding his stomach, watching her antics, as the rest pursued.

"Young Lady! You must cease this nonsense! The young master is trying to sleep!" One maid screeched.

Cervato banged her cooking ware louder now. Clearly only encouraged to make more noise.

Atreyu rolled his eyes. Concentrating on her moving target, he took a quick breath and vanished, appearing immediately in front of her.

She rushed into him and fell back on her rear. She looked ready to use her ladle as a sword, then realized he was before her. She smiled wide and jumped up. Quickly, she dug around in her saddlebag at her hip, and handed him a letter.

With a quirked brow, and pouted lips, he glanced at her, before tearing it open. The maids and servants finally catching up, but out of breath. They realized the master was finally awake yet stood nearby, ever mindful of the last heir of the family name.

He read the letter quickly, grasped in his hands...

Happy Birthday my precious Rival and Friend.

You thought I didn't remember? How could I not? I've come to cook you dinner. Don't give me a look after you read that part, I've gotten a lot better than last time. I plan to spend the day with you, if you're not busy. We can spar, go hiking, or jump on all the beds in your house. Whatever we do, we'll do it together.

Love,

The most beautiful in all the land and in fact all of Tyria, Cervato Isabel Stone of Divinity's Reach


He smirked. Clearly she was trying to write fancy, though he knew her better. Knew she had a similar upbringing to him.

His arms reached out to wrap her in a hug. She squirmed in his embrace before relenting and accepted him too.

As they both pulled back, her eyes met his, and she gave him her signature smirk. Hands clasping like kids, she pulled on his arm, leading them back into his home to enjoy the day together.
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Reflections

Dusty floors. She really needed to sweep with that over sized broom. Cervato found herself lounging on a small lover's couch, perfect for just her and Zarek. Her toes curled, trying to somehow sustain warmth from the bed she had pulled herself moments before.

Today, she was on her own again. Although both of them worked for the Ebon Vanguard, they were often scheduled different rotational patrol shifts. It never bothered her. He'd left a kiss on her lips in the early morning hours, whispering his words of love next to her cheek, then left.

Draped in a large lavender blanket, except her feet of course, she sat there, taking note of all the things she could do. Two fuzzy bundles slept huddled together in a corner, atop flanel blankets. Ciree and Azul, the Krytan Hound puppies clearly maturing past their initial cuteness, yet still adorable in her eyes. Suddenly, a weight made itself known at her side, as four small feet hopped up onto the loveseat. Winston purred, rubbing himself along her, searching for her hands. Of course, Cervato complied, fingers curling to gently caress behind an ear.

Content, she allowed her mind to wander. Back to the time when she truly had met Zarek in the Ossan Tavern. She'd just started working for the Noble House Zwe, and had spent much of her time late into the night trying to uncover a terrible mystery. Atreyu. Theron. Dazanbi. Rinn. A few more faces passed through her mind, as that time seemed so far away. The next morning, she had dragged herself to the tavern, simply wanting a cup of coffee to make the exhaustion go away.

His cheerful voice was the first thing that came to mind. Asking for a cup of coffee like her own, yet ensuring he also had an entire container of sugar to add to it. As he waited, his gaze had wandered over to her. He seemed real young in her opinion, and there was something exciting about that. She'd been on her own for so long, running away and casting aside her birthright, stress with her new job, and that which was hidden to all. Colorful was putting it lightly when she considered her previous flings with men of all backgrounds. She had grown to live to please herself. Do what she wanted. It did not matter what happened next. Living in the moment.

Yet here he was, giving her a sweet smile, taking note of the dark circles under her eyes that makeup just could not seem to hide. They chatted, making small talk. Every caring, he noted the way she seemed to wince as her shoulders moved and offered a small massage. She accepted, and he worked at the knots and kinks out with ease. Ever grateful she thanked him. Winston, always present somewhere along Zarek (backpack, satchel, inside chestplate, you name it, Winston the warrior kitten could fit there), was introduced as well, Cervato taking an immediate liking to the small kitten at the time.

With no intent on anything more than to show her gratitude, she'd offered for him to have breakfast with her, to then come to her home, to continue their conversation, and just get to know each other better. Their conversations went well on into the night, before Cervato had realized it had grown so late. They'd gone over common things, such as favorite color, profession, where they came from. Zarek entertained her with his thought provoking questions such as where she saw herself in five years from then. Or to describe a perfect day with someone she loves. The conversation turned to relationships then. Even at such a young age, yet not surprising, Zarek had had his fill of people. Even boasting that women would sometimes get jealous over him. The workings in Cervato's own mind came forth. She was older. She knew better. He was just starting to work his life into something wonderful. And she wanted a taste of what could be. He kissed her. She held nothing back.

The next morning, something new stirred in her heart. It felt different. It felt nice. Warm. A light feeling. She never felt guilty after anything, yet that day she felt almost refreshed. He had stayed.

Her thoughts quickly turned to a number of events. She had fallen hard. Fallen fast. Her heart torn in two. She had taken Zarek's heart in her hands and crushed it. He was perfect. And something in her made her want to break him. So she did. In the end hurting more than a few others.

He forgave her. Even after that, he had forgiven her. Then, Ti'lay and Deronjur had left. Off to fight for a noble cause, without her. She desperately wanted to go with them, yet was left behind. With this, her soul fell into depression. Bottles. She barely remembered the taste of anything else besides alcohol that first month.

He still stood by her. Others of course expressed their concern. Nothing got through. They tried so hard. Zarek. He forced his way in again. Always trying even when it was futile in her own opinion. Cervato grew to hate herself. Hate her life. Hate how she had caused him pain. Hate how selfish she was and how selfless he had proven to be.

Then...he brought her back. The last secret between them killed her. How could she still hide information from him? Yet she had sworn her oath. That day, she fully intended to reveal all after completing the last mission, and as if by fate, Zarek had caught her in Ebonhawke. She hurt him. Physically. Then as her identity was revealed, emotionally. She fully intended to end her life, praying that some other kind soul would take him, give Zarek the love and life that he deserved.

He saved her again.

Even after that, he had reached out, and held her. Professing his love.

Cervato shook her head, bringing herself back to reality, wiping at her eyes as tears had begun to run down her face. Winston made a small noise of protest to Cervato, clearly unhappy that his petting had ceased too soon.

She provided their 'son' a warm smile. Opening her mouth to say something and once again realizing she couldn't.

Pushing the dark thoughts aside, she thanked the Six once more, for giving her another chance. She was going to make everything right by Zarek now. She'd always be imperfect, undeserving, and hopeless. Yet she was going to do her best.

Zarek only deserves love.

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Cervato looked out the window of their home, hand holding back the warm brown curtains. Eyes searching as far as they could up the street.

"Cer."

His voice was familiar and it almost surprised her. Turning, she took note of Deronjur standing in their living room, and in his hands was the sketchbook.

She smiled immediately and beckoned him over. Deronjur smiled as he came near, taking a seat on the couch she was propped on.

"Are you looking for them?" Deronjur spoke softly as his golden eyes looked upon her, he almost chuckled as she continued to stare out the window.

She nodded her head of course in reply, turning those large brown eyes to him now. Her hands making large sweeping gestures in the air. She had come far in learning sign language, though still had much to memorize still.

I am. They will be home soon from the market.

Cervato then paused as if recalling something and her face fell.

Deronjur frowned at her expression. A hand reaching out to brush some of the hair away from her eyes so he could see her properly. His other hand setting the book aside and gesturing once he had her attention, having learned for her.

What is the matter?

Cervato glanced up to Deronjur and gestured back.

I forgot to tell Zarek to buy sugar.

Cervato looked forlorn at this and Deronjur let a small laugh escape from his lips. He pat her knee then stood holding his hand to her.

"Shall we go buy some then?"

Cervato immediately took that hand, bouncing off the couch and standing. She flashed her beaming smile and then ran to gather her things to head to market as Deronjur shook his head and hummed his lips together. Eyes on her. With a sigh he gave that same soft smile until she appeared before him ready to depart. With that, the two best friends left the small home.
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Tonight Was Her Last

TRIGGER WARNING

((This story is in regards to Cervato Stone. This was a special piece I planned out and roleplayed with Zarek (Arty Griggs) and wanted to do a write up of one of the most important plot points for her from her point of view. It's rather lengthy. But I hope you enjoy. Some parts may be graphic in nature, if you have a hard time with violence and suicide, I suggest refraining from reading. I know it's incredibly long but felt it more appropriate here than in her character profile.))

The following events preceded Cervato joining the Ebon Vanguard by five months.


The cold autumn wind. Moon hanging low in the sky. Tonight was her last.

The last before she told them her secret.

Within the stronghold city of Ebonhawke, she had found him. He matched the description perfectly. Approximately 5’11”, fair skin, long light brown hair tied back at the base of his neck, and deep set blue eyes. Redmond Alaren. After receiving her assignment, she made it a point to visit the city in between her supposed ‘bar crawls’ and found him frequenting the local tavern. That is what she was waiting for right now, for him to finally leave the bar and begin staggering home.

The night concealed her presence, only the half moon and stars bringing any light down to the alley she had tucked herself within. The black leather cloak draped over her body, hood pulled all the way up over to hide her face from any passerby. Her hands gripped themselves into tight fists. It would all happen soon.

He was a fool. How easily he had thought he was safe. He was definitely a fool. Making bombs and smuggling them through the gate to Divinity's Reach. The plot had been one to shock the city. The Ministry, Seraph, and the Queen of Kyrta herself were targets mentioned in the plans that had been intercepted. Though this is where criminals tend to forget that the Shining Blade, the Queensguard, they are not only merely her guardians, they are everywhere. The ears of the taverns, the eyes in the streets, and they spread far beyond the Krytan capital city. Cervato had sworn her life to them the night she was recruited into the organization. The same night she had been evicted from the Seraph's ranks.

Thoughts of loved ones invaded her mind. Why now? Deronjur’s slight frown. Atreyu’s piercing eyes. Tilay’s comforting words. Zarek’s kiss. Why of all times was this the focus of her thoughts. She took a deep breath, in an attempt to rid herself of them. She was planning to retire from being a covert operative, moving to be part of the actual Queensguard, the ones that performed the public duties to Queen Jennah and her court. That way, she could finally reveal her intentions. It never used to bother her, but she couldn’t bring herself to lie to any of them anymore. With recent events, she had begun finding solace in the bottom of several bottles instead of the people she trusted most. It needed to stop. She needed to make it stop. Tonight would be her last; this man would be her last.

The hard footsteps against the cobblestone brought her full attention back to the present. Her form pressed against the stone wall, her back to it, as her gaze shifted around the corner, and they came upon him. A grin on his face, drunken blush across his cheeks, as he wobbled slightly back and forth along the road until he was almost at the bridge close to the alley she was hiding in.

As he came past her hiding place, she stepped quickly yet quietly behind him, working fast, her hands gripped his right arm, the one he favored from her days of watching, and with her momentum and strength, flipped him, effectively dislocating his shoulder and breaking bone. He landed hard on his back, and released a surprised grunt, followed by a painful yelp. Cervato could not risk anyone coming to his aid, as she swung her right boot back and kicked him across his jaw hard. He whimpered, began moving with his other arm to try and get up, but she was intent. With gloved hands, she lifted him by the collar of his jacket, dragged him across the stone, and pulled him up, slamming him against the wall next to the alley. His eyes searched her, looking at his attacker, fearful. Good.

“W-what are you doing? Who are you?” He spat out, his fear now turning to quick anger.

Her response was to elbow his broken arm again where the bone had split. And as his scream began, she punched him across the jaw again, causing him to bite his tongue, blood pouring down his chin.

“Redmond. You have been convicted in the name of her majesty, the Queen for conspiring against the crown and planning the murder of members of the Krytan Ministry, Seraph, and the Queen herself. There will be no trial, as all evidence gathered has already deemed you guilty. Tonight, you will face the Gods’ judgment, as I send you to them.” She whispered, voice low, almost spitting venomously at him. She had sworn her loyalty to the Crown, though not at first truly loyal to her majesty, she had been taught what was important. Sworn her life. Now she would take another life in the kingdom’s defense.

His eyes opened wide, and he scowled beginning to speak. “Now just wait one moment.” That was all he was able to speak before she slammed his head back against the wall, more blood ran from his mouth.

“Now is your time to pray.” She murmured. Her hand held him close to the wall still, as the other shuffled within the confines of her cloak. A small flask appeared, and she unscrewed the top and poured the contents of it over his head, dousing him fully. He blinked, and sputtered, inhaling its potent scent. After it was emptied, she dropped it to the ground. His eyes opened wide as she revealed a dagger, glinting in the moonlight, and moved it up towards his throat. He eyed it warily, and she knew what was coming. His scream pierced the night’s sky, tumbling over the rooftops of the city. Though with the recent slew of murders in the area the Ebon Vanguard were handling, the required curfew had worked to her favor. No one would be able to hear him.

“Stop right there!” A new voice entered the fray.

Cervato froze. The sound of a rifle being positioned against an armor clad shoulder was behind her. Gods. How could he be here? He said he wasn’t going to be on patrol this evening. She gritted her teeth, face still hidden beneath the cloak. Why Zarek?
“Lower your weapons to the ground and hands in the air! Both of you!” His voice was harsh, sharp, and strong. He was the Sergeant of the Ebon Vanguard forces after all. And she knew he was also a very talented sniper. That rifle aimed upon her could end this right here and now. Though, Cervato also knew her husband all too well. He would not try to take life if he could prevent it. She needed to act now.

Her target reached out with his free arm towards Zarek. “Help! They’re trying to kill me! Please save – gack!”

In one swift motion, her blade dragged across his throat, and a curtain red fell from his neck, staining his shirtfront. He instantly fell to his knees grasping at it as his eyes began to cloud. This was not enough. Her hand already held a match which she struck off the side of a boot, and let it fall on top of his crumpled form. His body lit. A bright burning inferno. This would guarantee her mission a success and destroy the majority of evidence.

“You bastard!” Zarek’s voice carried across the street. Five shots rang out from his rifle. The one she had given him for his birthday this year. She ducked, hoping to avoid the spray of gunfire coming her way. One grazed her shoulder, ripping open the sleeve of her cloak. She gripped the open wound, but sprinted around the alley. Hopefully, Zarek would choose to attempt to save the burning man, even though there was no hope, instead of chasing her. Though she knew the chances of that were slim. She needed to get away, get back to the Reach, and keep him from catching her.

The pursuit of footsteps coming from behind only confirmed her fears. She had to try to lose him. Weaving in and out of side streets, alleys, jumping over closed storefronts and their carts, and all through the backstreets of Ebonhawke they ran. Another shot rang out, almost striking her again. He was getting closer.

Cervato grit her teeth, and dug around in one pocket quickly for a flash bomb, throwing the little round device over her shoulder and shutting her eyes. It rolled towards Zarek, and he must have noted it as she heard his form land hard upon the ground in case of an explosion. The light blinded him partially, when she looked back, she saw him dazed. Now she had the choice to continue running and risk him following her again, or trying to knock him unconscious to prevent that all together. Her gaze fell over the rifle and thoughts raced through her head. At all costs, she had to get that away from him first, or risk losing her life. In his stunned state, she rushed him, bringing up her boot and slamming it against the base of his neck to keep him low to the ground. He jolted, and threw her leg off him easily enough due to his superior upper body strength. This wasn’t going to be easy. The barrel of the rifle was on its way to finding her, there wasn’t much time left. She launched at him, and kicked at his stomach to push him away, hands gripping the barrel. He released it fairly easily this time, and fell back onto the ground. Now, the hard part came. Cervato silently cursed the Six as she raised the butt of the rifle high in the air and slammed it hard against his skull, not once, but three times. Cuts marred his forehead as she beat him and he released a groan of pain. He fell forward again and his breathing steadied.
Now was her chance for escape. First, she tossed the rifle far away, over one of the stone walls protecting the property of some household. Quickly turning on her heel and dashing down the street again. Her lungs were burning, but she didn’t have time to take a break. She had to get away as fast as possible. However, the footsteps behind picked up again. A quick glance over her shoulder noted that Zarek was following swiftly behind, an intense expression of bloodlust as he chased her. How could he still overcome that? He was too determined. She had to think quickly. The farm. The Overlook. She could lose him there.

She turned another corner sharply, and dashed away. He was gaining on her. She hopped over the fence leading into the pastures near the outskirts of the city, heading towards the mountain path.

“Stop!” He called out again.

She did just that. It had come to this. She would not be able to outrun him, unless she made sure he would stay down. Slowly, she turned, gripping the small axe at her belt beneath the cloak. Just distract him. Enough to get behind and take him out.

He was pausing. The look in his eyes determined, the golden irises staring at her form with anger, perhaps hatred. He was a fine soldier. She knew he was well experienced in taking down criminals, even after the encounter with the Separatist that had stabbed his side and almost taken his life. Stolen him from her. She gripped the handle of the axe hard now, and then threw it overhand, partially at his head, to get him to move away from it. He reacted just as expected, dodging to his left, eyes upon the weapon, when she rushed him and kicked at his head, striking his jaw. Though he was quick to recover, and his hands found her leg, pulling, spinning, and tossing her away from him to the ground. As he approached her now to land another blow, she spun on her back, kicking legs out to knock his feet out from under him. It worked, to which she mounted him, and began to work her blows quickly against his face. He brought his forearms up to protect himself, then he shifted his arm, and within his gauntlet a small pistol appeared in his left hand. She gasped as the shot went off, aimed at her head. She leaned back and it barely missed. He rolled over, moving her light body weight off him and pinned her, beginning to land his own blows.

Now she had to act in order to prevent him from killing her. She snuck her other dagger out into her left hand as his blows landed hard upon her chest and head. Somehow the hood still concealed her identity. She pulled it up and stabbed it into his right calf. He gritted his teeth, and a growl burst from his throat. Now she had to try to run. Hopefully, this injury would prevent him from following her. She squirmed out from beneath him, and ran up the slope, beginning to climb the steep Cliffside, towards the Overlook. Another shot rang out and it pierced her upper thigh. Her eyes began to water slightly, but she blinked the tears away. He had shot her. Now she had to rely on pure adrenaline alone as she pulled herself up the rocks, she had to get to the top, away from him, out of his range.

Finally, the slope leveled out, forming into the spot known to all citizens of Ebonhawke as the Overlook. A very beautiful place that showed the entire city in one sweep. Her thoughts were not on the romantic viewpoint, but instead on her injury. How was she going to climb down from the other side as originally planned?

A noise behind her caused her breath to catch in the back of her throat. He was still following her? How the hell was he still moving at all? It must have been pure determination moving him, as when her gaze caught his, he was utterly exhausted and looked nearly ready to pass out. He had no weapon upon him at the very least, but Cervato was worn out as well. How was she going to get away from him now? A million thoughts ran through her head. Panic set in. Then, the worst thing that could happen.

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A cold gust of wind burst up over the clearing they stood upon, causing her hood to fall, revealing herself to him. She was caught. Her heart froze.

Hurt, confusion, anger. All these emotions raced across Zarek’s face as he looked upon her before him.

“C-Cer?” His voice sounded weak. One side of his face was already swelling his eye shut, where she had used the gun against him. The sound of his voice tore her apart inside.

“Flame, what are you doing up here?” He reached his arms out to get closer to her. She couldn’t. This was it. She had to listen to orders. Never compromise the mission. If you were caught, you knew what you had to do. If you didn’t end it yourself, they would end it for you. The back of her heels met the edge of the cliff. She evaded his grip.

“W-what the hell is going on, Cervato?” He asked. His voice was killing her. The look of betrayal, the questions he wanted to ask beginning to fall from his lips. She offered nothing except her gaze upon him. As he tried to reach for her again, his leg must have caused him pain, as he fell to one knee. She wanted to go to him, to help him, pick him back up and kiss his lips. Tell him everything right then and there. But she had sworn an oath.

The cold autumn wind. Moon hanging low in the sky. Tonight was her last.

She took another step back, a few loose rocks falling from the edge, down to the fields and smaller homes below.

“Look where we are, Zarek.” She spoke. Her voice was warm, filled with emotion. She needed to tell him this at the very least.

He kept his gaze solely upon her. His lips parted as he wanted to speak but seemed haunted by her position.

“Please come away from there, Cer. Come over here.” He reached for her again. She shook her head. That was impossible. No matter how much she wanted to be near him right now.

“Do you remember, the first time you told me you loved me? It was right here. I was so happy.”

It was the truth. There was a small get together that the Ebon Vanguard soldiers had held within the local tavern, hosted by some noble households in their honor. It was the first time Zarek had invited her to meet some of his fellow team members and friends. She had been so nervous, and excited, to get to know him better. Thoughts running through her head. Then, he had brought her up here to see the perfect view of the city as the sun set behind the mountains. It was one the most precious memories she held. They had shouted each others names from the spot, down to the city, though surely no one could hear them. He had told her he loved her and was sure he could love no other as much as her the rest of his life. She admitted her own feelings to him as well.
The next gust of wind brought her to reality. She had to do it now. She couldn’t draw it out any longer.

Her hand reached into a small hidden pocket, against her chest, revealing a small saw like blade, and held it to her throat.
She forced herself to smile, though her shoulders were shaking. She was afraid.

“Cervato!” He cried out now. He saw what she was doing. It was horrible, shocking, and he struggled to come closer to her.

Time seemed to slow. She thought many things, all running through her head at once.

Tilay. Her warm smile and comforting words. She was gone, off to follow a most noble path with her life now. Cervato recognized her as a sister, even if their blood held no such physical relation. The replica of Dwayna still hung around her neck that Tilay given to her. It felt so heavy right now.

‘Thank you.’

Atreyu. She shivered. His smile. His eyes. Always watching her. Always there for her. Even after everything that had happened between them. Even if it sent a surge of guilt through her heart every time, she couldn’t deny the emotion of love she felt. They had known each other the longest, understood each other in such a way that it was impossible to describe, and their bond could never be broken. His letters still tucked along inside her satchel, hidden away in times of comfort. Her heart hurt.

‘Thank you.’

Deronjur. Tears began to fall from her eyes. His touch. His words. Just his presence alone. The thought was tearing her soul apart. He had saved her life. He was always there. He knew her like no one else did. Her fears. Her secrets. Even these dark emotions. He had also gone, off to find a new purpose. His absence hurt her the most. The place upon her cheek that he had kissed her before leaving. It burned.

‘I’m sorry.’

Zarek. Before her now. She had to say it. This was her last chance. He had done so much for her. Helped her through all her troubles. Understood her feelings. Stood by her side. Even when she had been the one walking away, he grabbed her and brought her back. He truly was the most selfless person in the world. Too good for her. She always believed that.

“Thank you for loving me. I’ll always love you. Forever. “

His eyes opened wide, shaking his head side to side. He saw the movement of her hand gripped around the handle of the small blade.

Cervato offered him the last smile she would ever wear.

Tonight was her last.

She dug the tip of the blade hard into her throat and it took all her willpower to drag it fully across her neck. The pain. It almost knocked her unconscious in that moment, but she couldn’t stop yet. Once she was satisfied that she would surely die within minutes, the blade fell from her weak grip. Now, she had to end it.

Her eyes looked up to the moon hanging in the sky. Beautiful.

Her body fell back, off the edge of the cliff.

Suddenly, a hand caught her by the front of her shirt. Zarek. He had caught her. She knew it would end soon though. There was no point. Though even this last effort from him warmed her heart.

‘Thank you for giving me such a life.’

The last thought ran across her mind, before she felt Grenth pull upon her, bringing her closer to his bosom, taking her away from everything.


She was alive. The doctors had said she had barely made it.

Apparently, Zarek had managed to carry her down the path, calling out for help. She was able to be rushed to the Vanguard Hospital Wing just in time.

The blood clotting had caused her brain to swell and they had to cut her hair and had to drill into her skull to relieve the pressure from killing her. Her throat was mangled, but had been saved. Bandages now covered the majority of her head, and around her neck. They were unsure when she would regain her voice. Or if she would ever speak again. She had remained unconscious for about a week, before finally waking up.

Lying alone in that hospital bed, she wept.
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Cervato sat alone on the red loveseat. Only a single lit candle kept her company. With bloodshot eyes, she continued to look out through the window, searching for his figure to come walking down the street. It had been several hours already, as Zarek had stayed behind after Arvanna's funeral to attend the officer meeting. Honestly, she had wished he would have been permitted to return with her, but he had told her it was fine. Deronjur and Ti'lay had walked her home, telling her they would spend some time together over the next couple days, then they too went off to the nearby inn. Thank the Six that Luke was able to stay with Mable, the babysitter that lived nearby. Though even now, Cervato grew anxious that he was not in their home. However, what choice did she have? Luke had already been through so much, he didn't need to be exposed to the entirety of this.

Once more her thoughts drifted. Back to Arvanna. How much her mind had been consumed with the events of only a few days prior.

Cervato glanced to her hands. How useless. Her own mind betraying her. She could not help but feel she had failed her beloved sister-in-law. The woman she had admired for her spirit. Another regret Cervato held in her heart. Arvanna deserved so much better. She was supposed to still be here. Continue to be part of their family. Find someone deserving of her love that made her feel the same way. Be the amazing aunt to their future children and teach them to be as strong as she was.

At this, tears once more stung at her eyes. Cervato could not bear it and rubbed at them, to keep them at bay. Her hand then reached out to pull back a curtain to see if anyone was coming down the cobblestone road just yet. There was nothing.

Cervato then thought of the ceremony. Recalling the faces of those who had come to pay their respects. Those that had taken the time to speak to Zarek and even herself. The site of the ceremony made her stomach turn, and she felt the tight grasp of Zarek's hand as they had all ventured to the Outlook. The very spot that so much happiness, and tragedy, had occurred for the pair. At this, Cervato shook her head, dispelling the thoughts of the past.

She had been surprised when Zarek stood before the other members of his family. Speaking to them. How hard it had been for him at that moment. The pain she had felt in her own hand from his grasping hers tightly. The very pain that echoed in both of their hearts. Valder's words also struck within, as well as Lady Jane's. As Sin lit the pyre that held Arvanna's remains, she felt her own sorrow attempt to devour her.

However, the frustration of not being able to even speak for the lost caused her anguish as well.

Finally, her thoughts turned to Zarek. The past couple days had been hell. How many hours had they wept? How many times had he held her close, and she felt helpless? How many prayers had been sent towards the heavens to still be denied any comfort or reprieve?

Cervato knew she had to be strong for him. Support him. To walk at his side, hand in hand, and keep moving forward. Would she be able to do it? She had already sworn to be a better wife to him. But would that be enough? Of course doubt lingered in her mind, but one thought rose above it all.

She loved him. That had always been enough.

Anxiously, she pulled back the curtain once more. Her eyes spotting two figures coming down the path. Someone helping another struggle down the cobblestone street. As their figures passed beneath the nearby streetlight, she immediately jumped from the small couch, bare feet beating against the wooden floorboards as she dashed to the door. Swiftly, she undid the latches and pulled it open, jumping over the first step and running to them.

Zarek had one of his arms wrapped over Drake's shoulders, being supported by the kind Lord. The scent of alcohol wrapped about the young Lieutenant. None of this stopped Cervato from running to him and wrapping her arms around Zarek tightly. She released the sound of a small sob, gasping for air. Zarek seemed to murmur something to her as he too was released by the kind Lord, leaning heavily upon his wife as they held one another in the street.

Finally, she pulled back, glancing to Drake. Her lips motioned slowly to him to read if he could manage. "Thank you." Zarek in turn also expressed his gratitude to his friend to which Drake smiled and bid his farewell, turning to return back to his estate. Cervato then assisted Zarek back into their home, not one step faltering.

I shall not falter. I will not yield. I have always been Stone. And that means I will support them in your stead.
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My Best Friend Part 1

They say that in your single life you will meet many people who become important to you. And for Cervato this proved to be true for most of her adult life.

Someone who meant more to her than anyone, was a beautiful sylvari known as Deronjur. Under her term of employment under the Noble household of Zwe, she had been tasked with a ridiculous mission in her opinion to find quaggan in the Grove. Whether the head of house was just trying to appease the young teenager who had been dead set on doing this, she had no idea, but she would perform her duties to the best of her ability. Upon arriving in the sanctuary for the youngest race in Tyria, she'd taken in the sight and smiled.

That's when he appeared.

Deronjur had been the poor soul to be found first by the spoilt teenaged girl, who began to ask where she may find quaggan in the sanctum. He'd given her a small frown, furrowing a barky brow, and simply replied that he did not think quaggan lived in the Grove. They'd been forced to continue searching the entirety of the place, to which Cervato became acquainted with Deronjur, exchanging common courtesies with him.

Eventually, Deronjur had been interested enough to join the noble House, unique in its want to hold members of any race, knowing diversity increased their skill set. Cervato and him had worked together a couple times, even showing her impatient side to him to which he chuckled, and eventually the two were partnered as they were found to work very well together.

The two began the first inklings of friendship. Sneaking into the old Fort Salma a month after it had been taken over by the terrible vines that made her feel fear as they took over the Kessex Hills region. They'd investigated centaur camps, and focused on which areas to avoid or which areas they would launch a counter offensive to keep other denizens of the region safe. The two eventually began to become friends. Sharing their past histories with each other, becoming more intimate in knowing the other so well.

One fateful day, a large storm had been raging across the swamp where the household members had been traveling through Gendarren Fields. The winds raged so hard that and the rain began to flood the land that they sought refuge in a cave for a while to wait it out. Again, Deronjur and her swapped stories and a drink from her hidden flask of wine. However, Risen seemed to thrive during this event and sought after the living hidden inside the small cavern. As they approached, the House's warriors stood battle ready, to protect the others. Cervato of course stood with them, dual blades wielded as she squinted out into the storm while their screams echoed across the land.

That's when they began to attack. All differing in form and shapes. Cervato was prepared to take on the enemy, eager to fight of course. It was a rather large krait, in both hands an over sized crude axe. She'd charged forward only to have been taken by surprise. The krait actually split to reveal another behind it. Cervato opened her eyes wide, narrowly avoiding the first swing as she jumped into the air, arms flailing with blades wielded. She jumped off the first Risen's head, leaving if for her other brethren to take care, however, the second krait swung its axe down, arcing in the air overhead.

It's blade found a home in Cervato's chest, embedded deeply. She remembered looking down, wondering how she was not touching the ground and realizing she had been pierced by it. The krait then flung her like a toy doll, striking the ground, spinning and landing face down in the swamp water as the storm raged on. Everything went black after that for a long time. At least in her opinion. She remembered feeling pain, hearing voices, and perhaps the touch of those familiar to her. In actuality, her form had been drug inside the cave, those with healing properties stood nearby, tearing off her armor and assessing the wound. She was losing blood fast and without the right attention, they knew she would die in a matter or minutes.

That's when Deronjur approached, eyes wide at the sight of his partner in disarray. He pressed his lips together tightly, eyes closed as if trying to come to a decision. Then, he made his choice. Tearing off his gloves, he tore into her open wound, and his necromancy prowess was revealed to be powerful. The once seemingly reclusive introvert sylvari saved the life of the human woman who lived each day like it was her last. It would leave a permanent scar, leading from her right shoulder, across her chest, and down to the lower left side of her rib cage. But she would wear it with pride and many more afterwards that Deronjur would heal for her. He saved her life. He became her savior. More than that though, he became her best friend.

Many things happened after that. She'd gotten herself into sticky situations, some of which he'd had to drag her out of. When she confessed her sins to him, how her heart was betraying everything she thought about herself, he'd told her that he just wanted her to be happy. That no one else mattered except her. She betrayed him, after losing her voice, and the way he stared upon her as Zarek explained how it came to be. How she had attempted to take her life and now had lost her voice. He had been so angry yet she'd begged him to forgive her. And he had. The two were separated for a time. As he joined Valor's Lament, and she recovered. They'd exchange letters to retain some sort of contact.

Almost a year later, the two friends were finally keeping a promise they had made to each other.

To go to Orr.


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They met in Lion's Arch in front of the broken down Lion Statue. This would be the trip of a lifetime. Two best friends on a journey to Orr. Not the most popular of destinations, but for Deronjur and Cervato, it was destiny from the time the two promised to go together. Both had left their significant others behind. Deronjur had left his dearheart Caolan back in Caledon Forest. Cervato had left Zarek to take care of Luke on his own for several weeks, yet her husband had understood.

As they set out, they passed through the Bloodtide Coast. Trying to avoid as many Risen, rogue pirates, and other wildlife as they made their way south down the continent. Even this portion of the trip was filled with laughter and wonder. Cervato quickly learning that Deronjur was very familiar with the land. He'd been to Orr a time before they had ever met. They passed by several beautiful places, including a garden that Cervato thought was being up kept by a sylvari staying in the region where they had lunch, even passing by a trickling waterfall into a deep cavern. Every moment breathtaking.

Then, they eventually did come into Orr. First stopping at Fort Trinity, to which Cervato was thoroughly impressed with and in awe. Next Deronjur lead her to a hidden cavern that held a root system for local wildlife to still flourish and be protected. After seeing these things, they ensured they were prepared and crossed the first bridge leading from the safety of the Pact's camp into the land of the Risen.

Truly, Cervato was amazed by the landscape. The two spent many a time guessing what the areas used to be based on the ruins and the geography of the land. On occasion, they'd had to defend themselves from small subsets of Risen still lingering in the areas, but for the most part had kept safe.

They stopped for a moment to admire the sea. Deronjur stated that it touched the shores of Elona. The thought of being able to see the waters that met Zarek's ancestral home country made her reminisce to which she included the sight in her letters back to her husband before they continued on their journey further south.

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They came upon one of the first Pact camps in the region, to take a rest, when it began to be overrun by Risen forces. Cer and Der assisted the Pact forces to help keep them at bay until the artillery team was able to dispatch the majority of them. With plenty of old rotted flesh lying about, Deronjur used it as an opportune time to volunteer to take the materials off the soldier's hands. He asked Cervato what he should make.

Her hands danced in the air as she smiled. The mute woman appeared to be dancing as she conveyed her words.

Create something huge. Taller than me. A giant.

At this, Deronjur smirked, before he complied and set out to work for several hours. His necromancy was a powerful skill he had learned over his entire existence, and truly the beings he created were like art. The giant was formed, standing over eight feet tall, looming over Cervato and Deronjur, while his golem and smaller bone minions seemed to wait obliviously in the background. Cervato seemed thrilled at seeing the giant come into existence. As they continued to travel it lumbered behind them, with its long strides and swinging its limbs slowly.

As they pressed on, they came across a Risen giant, that outmatched their own. Once more, they assisted soldiers in the region to take it down, their own giant assisting in the process. Cervato saw that it was being of great help as they made their way through the land, that she asked Der if she could name it.

"Name it? Why would you want to?" Deronjur gave her a look of surprise, clearly thinking it silly, but not dare saying so to Cervato.

Cervato tapped her chin as she circled the being, as if a critic judging a masterpiece. Her fingers then spelled out two letters to Deronjur.

A-L.

"Why that?" He glanced back up at is creation with a slight frown, wondering what about it seemed to be...an Al.

He's big and intimidating, like my father. Alcides. So I'll call him Al.

With that, the two ventured on, journeying further to the heart of the wild lands worn by salty sea air and ruins. As they continued, they came across the ruins of the Temple of Balthazar. Cervato urged Deronjur to take her there, to which he agreed. Thankfully, the forces had kept the Risen at bay, making it safe to take their time as they crept closer. Smoke filled the air, as ethereal flames surrounded the temple. Behemoth sized statues of the God were noted in several places. Though Cervato was drawn to the one at its center.

Entranced, she'd reach out to press her hand, shielded by her gauntlet, against the replication. She seemed to be making a silent prayer to her favorite deity.


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Deronjur stood a little away from the statue, watching Cervato in her little moment. Of course she had to pick the most imposing God. A tiny smile formed on his face as he waited patiently.

When she had finished, and removed her palm from the altar, she'd turned and an embarrassed blush grew on her face.

Sorry. We can go now. I just felt so at peace here.

Deronjur shook his head at that. "It's not a bother. I'm not familiar with the Six and never heard a human express their faith before. Please...if you wish, you can share it."

Cervato provided him a small smile, pleased he was not bothered by this. Her hands weaved through the air once more as she spoke to him. Well, I just always felt the most connected with Balthazar over the others. My entire life. Especially when I fight. I feel more energy and passion in my blade knowing he is with me. I'm not the greatest follower of the Six, but he knows I am a part of him. Then she'd smile fully.

The two friends then continued forward, traversing the land. Deronjur skillfully stepped over the sloping ledges of the cliff sides, Cervato following close behind and trying to match each footstep. Deronjur leapt at one point, landing on both feet, avoiding a large stream of pooling oily water. Cervato tried to follow after him, but ended up falling in the oily pit she was trying to avoid in the first place. At this, Deronjur chuckled briefly, as Al lifted her up like a delicate porcelain doll, setting her flat on the ground again.

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The small group eventually made their way to the Cathedral of Silence. Taking a moment to enjoy the entire ruin structure. It was beautiful. Cervato took in the sky at this moment, realizing that Orr had one of the most dazzling views in all of Tyria. Then they decided to forge on, on their way to another Pact camp.

That's when hell broke loose.
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My Best Friend Part 3

It was foggy. Visibility was very low. Clouds cascaded over the skyline. The pair made their way across the torn and eroded landscape close to the sea.

That's when Deronjur spotted it. Scabbed over eyes, elongated limbs, and a thick slithering tail. The Risen krait held a rusted spear gripped between its claws. Cervato saw it too.

She froze. After so long, the memory of almost losing her life stripped her mind bare and consumed her. She had thought she had recovered. Sure, she had nightmares from time, but they had faded with time. She'd known the probability of encountering such a creature in Orr to be high, but still. Why now? Pins and needles stabbed at her limbs, as if keeping her in place. She could not react. Just observe.

Deronjur flicked his wrist out, being the skillful necromancer that he was, he first sent his golem to swiftly deal with the creature. It groaned as it slammed into the krait, trying to knock it to the ground and crush its skull. However, the krait seemed prepared, and embraced the golem, digging its claws into the golem's flesh, beginning to tear it to pieces. At this, Deronjur took a slow steadied breath, golden eyes focused on his target. Next he gestured with his entire right arm, for Al, the giant creation, to go forward and assist the golem in destroying the abomination.

Cervato still could do nothing but watch as the krait dug into the golem's hide. Watching as the two struggled to survive this fight. Al eventually entered the fray, taking his time, and then raised one long arm into the air, stretching overhead, then swung it down in a long arc, aiming to smash the krait to death.

As if the creature knew it's fate would soon end, it flicked out its dark purple tongue, tasting the air. It could sense that something was living nearby, and its true calling came forth, to try to end that life before it was destroyed. With a strong arm, the krait whipped the spear in it's claws toward Deronjur, as Al's hand then finally slammed atop both golem and krait, ending the struggle.

Deronjur felt his body tense at the sight of the spear swirling through the air as it came at him. By instinct, he tried to move out of the way, but it found it's mark, piercing his stomach above his left hip and very nearly skewering him completely through. Deronjur stumbled back a single step, eyes still taking in the sight of the krait being destroyed in an instant.

Cervato watched as the krait was finished, a hand had made its way to her chest, as if trying to keep herself together from the memories trickling in. She had watched the spear. Seen it fly steadily through the air. How it had embedded itself into Der's small frame, causing him to take a single step back. That hand now reaching out to Deronjur, who was several feet away from her.

Deronjur more or less fell back into a seated position once he was satisfied the krait was dead. "Uh." The sound emitted from his throat trembled. He sucks in a few deep breaths, using one hand to steady himself still upright, as his eyes moved to look at the foreign object pierced into his body.

She suddenly came to her senses as he fell to the ground. She took a few sudden breaths, as if countering the feeling to hyperventilate from the sight of her best friend being struck. Her adrenaline began to kickstart. "Dgh--" A few coughs escaped from her mouth as she struggled. Her eyes stuck on his form as she rushed to him.

"Der!"

Der was still looking upon the spear buried into his form, at the same time trying to keep himself from panicking. Hearing Cer's cry, he glanced over to her, rushing to reach him. With a few ragged breaths he tried to make sense of his current situation and focused on trying to do his best to survive.

"I'm -uhm- my, my bag, Cer. I've got -ugh- salves." The bag was still strapped to his back and he tried to remove it, but inhaled sharply as pain rocked through his body.

With shaking hands, Cervato tried to remove the bag from his shoulders as gently as possible. Then she'd dig through it, during the process, tearing off her gloves and throwing them aside. She found the specified ointments and began unscrewing lids, dabbing globfuls of the stuff onto her left hand and slathered it around the wound. The sap coming from his body would cover her hand, it was warm, and there was a lot of it. She'd support him with her right arm, keeping him int he seated position, though tears began to form in her eyes.

Ever the most calm, even in tremendous amounts of pain, Deronjur thought of how he could save his life. With one hand, he gripped the base of the shaft in his form. "Need to move...uh...this." Cervato immediately shook her head, thinking that it would cause him to bleed out as it were. He had already lost so much fluids. This could end him. Her sap covered hand moved to cover his, as she too was trembling in fear of realizing she could lose him.

Deronjur glanced up to Cervato, though her image was starting to blur, and he felt that he could soon very well pass out from the pain. He knew his own form was trembling terribly by the throes of agony plaguing his body, yet with a firm hand and a shaky breath, he muttered, "Just....just pull." And with that he used every ounce of strength left in his form to tug the spear out of his form. He cried out. Cervato winced as he yelled, more tears spilling down her cheeks, but she placed her trust in him once more, and using her left hand, she helped him tear the spear from his body. Her throat released a howl, like the sound of an animal wailing in pain, at the sight.

Once the spear had exited, she threw it off to the side. Deronjur then had one bone minion left, and with his powers, he destroyed it, plugging the hole with flesh. He thought it probably in vain or stupid, but it was his only option at this point. He was a sylvari, and flesh would not heal him as he could heal others. Cervato herself placed her hand above the wound, applying pressure to assist in stemming the bleeding until he had finished. Once satisfied he had stopped it, she glanced over to him with a concerned face. Deronjur at this point seemed prepared to lose consciousness. His eyes began to roll into the back of his head as his form went limp.

With a panicked breath, Cervato felt fear. How would she carry him back to the nearest Pact Camp? That's when Al lumbered back toward his master. She looked up to him, and an idea formed in her head. She reached out to the giant, and called upon her own will and strength to muster out. "Please.....carry....him." Her voice was weak and rasp. Barely legible. Yet the creature sighed as if frustrated that someone other than its creator was giving it orders, yet it obeyed, moving to pick up Deronjur's small form.



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Fate had been on their side. Or dumb luck. Perhaps the Gods had blessed them. Or by the will of the Pale Tree wanting her child to not die just yet.

Whatever it was. They had managed to get Deronjur to the closest Pact Camp. A medical evacuation had rushed him to Fort Trinity where he was cared for by other sylvari members. After sixteen miserable hours of waiting, a charr meical aide had told her that he would make it. That his use of flesh had been pertinent to saving his life. She thanked the Six and every other deity in existance. Her worst fears had been satiated.

Der would live.

Eventually, after drugging him up with painkillers and sleeping aids for several hours, they had deemed a visit alright. He was sleeping on one of their cots, resting. His shirt torn, the wound still ugly of course, but it was sealed. She took up a kneeling position at his side, resting her elbows on the side of the bed, hands clasped together as if in prayer. Her eyes looking over his form, appearing to rest peacefully.

"I'm.....so.....sorry, Der." Her voice was found again. Though it was struggling and weak, as it was still very raw and sore. Her mind reflected on everything that had happened. At her own failure to help him more effectively. On his unwavering ability to remain calm in the most dire of situations. She then decided that there would be nothing wrong against it, convinced herself actually, and the woman leaned over her greatest friend in this entire world and pressed her lips to his brow.

"I love you, Der."

Deronjur's form shifted, and his brow creased as the kiss pressed against his bark. He shifted again, and the pain from doing so brought him from his slumber with a soft gasp. His eyes heavy from the medication search and they find Cervato, which allowed him to finally relax. Quietly, he reached for her, taking in a sharp breath. He was so incredibly relieved to see her there, that it brings a wetness to his eyes.

Finding his eyes, brought new tears to spillover from hers. Cervato grew closer to him, as he reached for her, gently taking him in her arms, avoiding to press any weight near the point of injury. She brought her face close to his, touching foreheads, giving her a familiarity of comfort at the contact. A sad smile met her lips, and she spoke again. "Der, I....love you."

Deronjur took a moment to breathe and consider her words. Consider a lot of things, really. Or at least tried to through the fog of pain medication he was on.

"Cer." His one hand moved to grasp one of hers weakly. His eyes finally closed, as their foreheads touch.

"Your voice is still very beautiful." He murmured quietly, barely audible even to himself.

With a small smile, she released a breath of air, like a laugh.

The knight would wait until her best friend had healed. Then set off to return him to his beloved dearheart in Caledon Forest.

These events would remain in her memory and soul for the remainder of her life. Even as an old woman, Cervato would tell the story to her grandchildren, of her most precious friend, the one who had always been an important part of her life.

Deronjur.


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Perhaps she was just antsy, or perhaps she was completely fed up. But Cervato was spending a moment all to herself, however rare it was, in the camp in Frostgorge Sound.

Why am I even here?

She thought to herself. The horrid tale of the box holding a finger wearing a ring had spread though the regiment. The eerie note that had followed that mentioned to 'Stop Searching'. How perverse, to send something like that and expect no retaliation? However, this is where the gears had begun to turn slowly.

Rena.

Cervato did not know the woman very well, as she had only been vaguely introduced to the small woman during a dinner with the Vanguard so many seasons ago. More recent, was the engagement party of Lady Jane and Lord Drake Griggs. She'd seen the girl spending a close amount of time with another Lord, Jane's cousin, and then another man known as Keegan Grady.

Apparently, she had gone missing.

It was all she really knew. Zarek had told her a few stories of the woman. How they were friends. How they always had each others' back and were high five buddies. Though when Cervato joined the Regiment, she had already been gone, off to serve a new purpose.

And now, Cervato had volunteered under Sin's announcement to search for the missing woman. In conjunction with the apparent outlaw, Keegan, and his rag tag group. Apparently this man had also used to be part of the Ebon Vanguard, though she had no idea when, for how long, or the reason as to why he left. However, the Vanguard was to assist him and work together to find Rena.

They had traversed the Gendarren Fields region, searching a small village, finding gawkers and stalkers as they marched. Cervato pondered over their entrance and march through the Krytan Capital City. None had barred them from continuing, however she could only think of what political nightmare this potentially could stir up. Perhaps it was thanks to their other guest. A seraph and apparently, Lord Firaen's sister. This journey just continued to become stranger.

As the norn, Ivolle, continued to make snide remarks over her regiment. Cervato continued to hold her tongue. Back in Gendarren she had lost her cool. This was her nature. Fiery and spiteful to those who would mock her friends and comrades. She'd done it for Van's sake. How dare he try to push him, of course, the Lieutenant easily maneuvered out of the way of his mass. It made no matter that he was a norn, she had known several in her time with the odd Noble House Zwe, that had welcomed any and all races to work together. She thought of Tholgrim, how warm and kind he had been, even after so much pain. Also of Leoulf, who had been raised by wolves, literally, and though his speech patterns were frustrating, she had found a friend in him as well. No, this one was different. He seemed like a loyal dog to Keegan's side, but continued to flay out insults. It took everything in her to turn away. Zarek of course did his duty of trying to befriend their sidekicks. Whether he was successful or not, she had yet to find out, but still Cervato could tell the difference between them as leaders.

She had much yet to learn.

After being made Corporal, Cer was determined to do better. However, her patience was still wearing thin. And forcing her out into the Shiverpeaks, where the biting wind and below freezing temperatures sunk into her very core through her winter garb was pushing her near the edge.

Sitting upon a ledge, as she often found herself doing wherever she was, she looked across the camp. Some Vanguard were new, like her, and in this for the adventure. Others actually knew Rena, and cared for the woman who had touched upon their lives.

Why am I even here?

That's when she felt it. A warmth began to radiate from within her chest and fill her up, until it overflowed, easing out through her limbs and ending at her fingertips. Even the falling snow could not permeate this fire burning inside.

Your will is fire. You will not yield. And you shall never give up

The strong voice echoed in her mind and rang out in her ears. Cervato shifted on the makeshift wall that made up part of the camp. She turned, looking about, appearing to any passerby as confused, to which she definitely was.

And then the warmth left. She shivered immediately as if had been abandoned, her mittens grasping at the sleeves of her thick coat, pulling it tighter, to not lose anymore heat.

Perhaps I'm getting sick. Can one experience a mirage in a desert of snow and ice? I would think so.

She stood and decided to make her way back towards the campfire, along with Van, Meilong, Zarek, Kari, and the rest. Better to go insane with her friends around rather than fall off the ledge and die a pointless death.

She had no idea that in the coming months this would only be the first stepping stone of change to come.
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