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"Woohoo! All right. That's what I'm talking about!" Cervato clapped her hands loudly as she sat within the arena, prepared for the Ebonhawke hosted Stronghold Wargames. Zarek stood in the aisle looking at his wife with a bemused expression on his face. The arena was completely empty besides themselves.

"Flame....it hasn't started yet."

Cervato turned to her husband and smiled wide, moving to stand herself.

"I know, I just want to make sure I have the best seat in the house cheering for the Vanguard!"
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In her bedroom, Cervato's journal sits open, as if it had been read by the author recently...


18 Season of the Scion1327 AE

I have finally done it. Just a couple weeks ago I aligned myself with the Noble House of Zwe. I saw a missive for those seeking employment, and felt this would be the best opportunity for me considering the circumstances. It’s almost ironic. I ran away from home, cast aside a lavish life, and now I serve someone that has probably quadruple than what my family fortune holds. The house prides itself in hosting an array of people, without bias to race, which is unique, and development of skills. Their primary headquarters is located in the tourist town of Garenhoff, which is actually quite a wholesome little village. The notion of the wizard intrigues me…but perhaps for a later time.

Fyona was most welcoming, as the head of the Logistics Department. She was very outgoing, I plan to watch her further and perhaps pick up similar traits on being more sociable. The head of house, Lady Merralne Zwe, seemed very gracious and feminine, another I need to watch for to learn proper decorum and etiquette. The head of Security is a man known as Theron Voss, who seems very unsociable, though I suppose it goes along with his territory. There are others of course. Lillian Marcucian, who seems to be quite the sweet heart, her eyes during our entire conversation were focused on the head of house’s younger brother, Odysseus. I met a young noble, Lord Atreyu Haswari, which seems odd that he himself is serving a noble house, and though a bit of a brute, upon his depart from the home, said he expects us to become quite good friends. This to me was much unexpected. There is also a very kind soul whose name I learnt, but was quickly told to just call her Dazanbi, a nickname. I wonder if one day one will be given to me…And lastly, there is Evangaline. Such a smart and wise woman. I am most proud to have chosen the Department of Knowledge. Truly, even though I value my skills with my swords, I feel I will make the best use of my abilities here. Time will tell, I suppose.

After introductions were made, I returned home. The Reach. The wonderful city of my Queen. Though it was late, I made a stop by the Maiden’s Whisper to grab a drink. It’s also good to catch up on any local gossip and perhaps some news as well. Though tonight, it was rather quiet, which did not bother me. I simply sat at the bar, drinking a glass of Moscato, of course, and thinking over my new responsibilities.

Now, normally I do not mind when strangers make idle chat. Its part of the environment, and sometimes you meet an interesting individual, or at least witness a good bar brawl. However, all that happened, was a young Elonian man with his hair shaved into a Mohawk pulled out a loaf of bread, and asked each patron at the bar if they would like some. Once propositioned, I didn’t even bother with a reply. The man did not seem discouraged, as he just moved along with his smiling face to the next person. It just was so random, but I suppose it was a gesture of good will? Oh well.

Tonight I must rest easy, as tomorrow is my first true mission with the House. Captain Rinn, a quirky asura fellow, will be leading the expedition. We’re to meet by the docks. I’m looking forward to proving myself.

~Cervato Caballero





20 Season of the Scion1327 AE

Surprisingly, I have much to write. My mission went well, considering the person we were looking for unfortunately was found to be deceased. Some of the wares were recovered that had gone missing, and we assisted in stopping the bandits that pillaged the goods that Rinn was in charge of. Atreyu proved to provide good company on the trip. We both got seasick, which must mean we were meant to be friends. Joking aside, I’m happy that our mission was a success. I returned to my small home very late. Unfortunately, I still had to get some other tasks completed, so I rose early in the morning.

Once the chores were finished, I decided to head to the Ossan tavern, The Sun. Daisy took one look at my face and placed a steaming mug of coffee in front of me. I owe that woman so much, even for a small gesture like this. My entire body felt sore, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave the bar top, so I sat there and drank, trying to revitalize myself.

Guess who appeared again? That same Elonian man with the Mohawk. He ordered a coffee for himself, and then glanced my way. I’m not sure if he recognized me then, but I knew it was him. He had kind eyes, almost golden in color. However, I’m not one to stare and returned to my own drink. Mohawk received his cup of coffee, and proceeded to fill the tiny mug with sugar, he almost emptied the container! It remained that way between us for a bit, until he finally asked me about my bloodshot eyes. Gods be damned. No matter how much make-up I wear it never fails that I still look beyond exhausted when I am.

We engaged in polite conversation, going back and forth kindly. He revealed a lot about himself. That he was a Sergeant for the Ebon Vanguard First Regiment. I’ve only been to Ebonhawke a few times myself, never for pleasure, but I’ve seen the force that protects it. And I must say they are admirable. Then…another odd thing happened. I heard a small ‘meow’ emit from his satchel. Upon inspection, he revealed a small orange tabby kitten. The small kitten had a grandiose name that I barely remember, but I remember that he was Winston. I’ve never owned a pet, as I’m much too busy to take care of one, but this thing was adorable, the fur so soft, and the purring! I admit, it was hard to stop petting the cat, but eventually he was returned to him.

Unfortunately, all the action I had seen hit me hard soon after, as my shoulder began to hurt terribly. I believe I had a knot in it. To my surprise again, this man rubbed my shoulder and actually got the sore to go away. We continued to chat for a very long time…so long in fact that it was lunch time. Daisy gave me an all knowing look, to which I stuck my tongue out at her, and decided to invite Winston and Mohawk to lunch in Salma. I figured he’d be busy and need to be off, but once more, he seemed pleased and followed.

I eventually learned his name. Zarek. Zarek Stone. He has a sister, just a little older than him, that apparently is a born hell raiser. He’s practically a kid. Eighteen. Hell, I remember when I was 18 years old, and he’s already making his mark on the world. Which, I guess impressed me. We kept speaking, and he was kind. After eating, we kept talking and talking and talking. It soon was becoming later. I told him I needed to drop some stuff off home, but….well. I invited him along. I wasn’t done talking.

He left. And I just have a feeling that I’m going to see him again. I’m acting ridiculous. I don’t have time for romance and everything that goes along with it…but perhaps it could be used to my benefit to be more…normal. I’ll look into this a bit more.

~Cervato Caballero




27 Season of the Scion 1327 AE

My meeting with a certain rogue seemed to go well. Though I still think I smell like cigarettes. Ugh. Father smoked cigars and that was disgusting enough. However, I think he was convinced. He left and now I have all the information I need to report in.

On my way home from my meeting, I came upon Zarek waiting outside my home in his uniform, a rifle strapped to his back. That’s right, now I recall he said he was a sniper. Interesting. He wore a wide cheery smile. He asked me if I was free the next evening. He seemed a bit nervous over it, but I told him I was and he resumed his jovial attitude. He had to head off to work, a patrol or something and jogged off.

For some reason I regret admitting my family history to him so many days ago to him. I wonder if he feels sorry for me. However, we had plenty of time to get past that point of discussion. I suppose tomorrow I’ll ask and clear things up. There is no need for pity, and I detest it.


~Cervato Caballero





28 Season of the Scion1327 AE

Gods.

Sweet Six.

How did I end up…

Why did I think I could….

I’m a fool.

There was a picnic. Upon a hill. We flew a kite.

I agreed to be his girlfriend.

Why is my head spinning? Why do my cheeks feel so hot? Why do I know he can make these symptoms disappear?

Maybe it’s the summer heat and I’m just thrilled that I was permitted to do something like this.

The only thing I’m certain of, is that I will be seeing a lot more of Sergeant Stone.

I think I have a crush.

I’m an idiot.

~Cervato Caballero
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Warning: Triggers of Suicide

Wild Flowers

Cervato approached her home with a small grin. It was only mid afternoon on the beautiful spring day, and while Zarek and Luke had been out playing at a local park, she'd slipped away to buy ingredients to prepare some cookies upon their return. Today, she looked a bit cute in her short sundress and leather boots, casual as ever. As she met the front door to their home, she dug around in her pocket to find the key, however something odd caught her gaze, causing her to stop.

An envelope was stuck in between the frame, addressed simply with her name. Of course, she was curious and chose to open it up to see what message it contained. With ease she tore at the envelope, revealing the white page of paper, and a unique hand script adorned the page. It was a rather short letter, so she quickly scanned it with her deep brown eyes.

After reading the first sentence, she held her breath.

After the second, her hands began to shake.

And after finishing it, the bag of ingredients fell from her arm, smashing onto the cobblestone street, the sack of flour bursting open, and hunks of chocolate fell loose from their wrappings.

The woman quickly turned the letter over, and indeed, there was a small map. Ebonhawke, a trail dotted along the page leading just a bit outside the city.

"No..."

She had no time to tell Zarek. That would only slow her down. The fiery woman ran as fast as her legs could carry her through the streets of Divinity's Reach. Thankfully all the months of training paid off, as she was used to this type of endurance, and plowed through the people to reach the gate to the last stronghold of Ascalon. Cervato barely paid any mind to the gate attendant as she ran through it, only hearing a small amount of commotion behind her as she continued.

No. No. Please. Don't...let...me...be...too...late.

Her heart was pounding heavily, her lungs sucking in gasps of air as she dashed through the busy marketplace. She nearly collided several times with passerby, who gave her the sternest of looks as she provided no apology.

As she exited through the Hawk Gates, she turned, glancing at the makeshift map once more to verify and headed off in that direction it was marked. It wasn't too far off the trail, as she made her way down the path, boots smashing into the earth and springing forward. Now she was working her body even harder to hurry.

As she sped past several trees, her eyes saw it first. The effort she had placed into running seeped away immediately, only jogging towards her destination now.

There was a shallow hole dug, a large amount of earth laid on either side of it, the shovel used to complete the task abandoned in the mound by its master. She could not see what was in the excavated hole yet, but her mind already knew.

Cervato crept closer towards it, spotting a makeshift marker, wood scraps, words etched into them.

"Eliza..."
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Her voice trembled as she said the name of the woman she had called friend. A former Vanguard. One who had suffered against many hardships. A veteran that had befriended Cervato when she had been at her lowest.

Elizaveta Olya laid twisted inside the grave. A revolver laid near the foot of the grave. Her thin frame distinguished within her clothes. The fawn color of her hair all that was left and recognizable of her visage.

The tears came easily, as they ran the length of her nose, dripping down her lips and falling to the soft earth. Her hands gripped into tight fists as her feet stomped hard on the ground.

"No!" She exclaimed to the wind.

"Eliza...you think you can...just." Her body rocked with sobbing as she gasped for air between words. Eyes set upon the corpse, staring upon the defiled form of someone she once knew. "...just do this to me!? Just run off and fucking off yourself!? You're that fucking selfish? Well, fuck that. And fuck you. FUCK YOU TO HELL YOU STUPID BITCH! You fucking --" She dropped to her knees, having gone weak and unable to support her trembling frame. She grasped at dirt, digging into it with her fingers as she released a wail.

The sobs turned into delirious shouts, and finally screams. The screaming lasted for quite a while until her voice became too hoarse to emit sound any longer. Though the soft sounds of sobbing continued into the palms of her hands as she sat next to the grave. Staring at her friend...what was once her friend.

She had sat there for quite some time, her mind now gathering thoughts as they gazed upon the scene. Unfortunately, she confirmed that it had indeed been a self inflicted gunshot wound...and not a homicide. Her gut began to churn, and she had to swallow the bile down hard that had crept up her throat.

The sun was on its way to setting, and Cervato knew she had to report this to the Vanguard. Though she couldn't just leave the site as is. Animals would come about, looking for a meal. And Six be damned if she didn't try to keep her current grave site protected until a proper burial could take place.

Her large brown eyes found the shovel Eliza had used to dig her own grave. And now, Cer's shaky hands found the handle and began to spread the mounds of earth piled high over the body. As Eliza's form began to disappear beneath the dirt, Cervato began to murmur prayers. To Balthazar, to Grenth, and to Melandru.

She then thought of how she would explain the situation, as the tears had begun to dry upon her cheeks in the warm glow of the setting sun. After patting the earth down with the blade of the shovel, she tossed it aside. Next, she walked nearby and picked as many varieties of wild flowers to place at the head of the grave.

Perhaps the Vanguard would honor Eliza with a proper burial, even though she had left. Though she knew her friend would have hated that as well.

With a shake of her head, Cervato cleared her mind, taking on the most sober of expressions, it was time to get to work.

She picked up the revolver, tucked it within the belt of her red dress, and made her way back to the city, towards Ebonhawke, to the barracks of the Ebon Vanguard First Regiment.

Whether or not a ceremony took place, Eliza would be given a proper burial. A new tombstone would be placed, funded by the Cabellero Estate. As the years passed. Cervato would visit the grave often, leaving wild flowers every Spring.
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Happier Times

41 Season of the Phoinex 1328 AE

Today, I had to put aside my sadness. Two people who are close to both myself and Zarek are being wed today. Lady Diedre Jane Stuart and Lord Drake Griggs. Simply known as Jane and Lord Cupcake to me, but I suppose titles have their purpose among the noble folk. Though Zarek shows his love, support, and concern after what has happened, he knows I would not miss this, even if the damn dragons decided to attack.

Perhaps I should not have gone...the words begin to be scribbled out aggressively.

Zarek was going to be running late to the event as he had some work to finish up. He'll probably pass me on my way home. I did not plan on attending the reception, he can socialize in my place. A perfect excuse that no one will take note of.

I think I did a fairly good job of going back to my roots. Though I did admittedly enjoy myself. I had originally planned on asking Deronjur to accompany me to the wedding, as he knew Drake for a brief time, along with his adopted daughter Kailey, but alas, Deronjur was unable to correspond in time. I pray things are well with him and Caolan...

Specialist Kari Tirk and I seem to becoming closer. I can always use more friends. I used to not have a single one for quite some time, so the more I get I try to keep. More words scribbled out. She's a sweet girl, and enjoys to read. I caught her walking through Ebonhawke on my way to the city and asked her to be my date to the wedding. Though she obviously was perplexed at the thought, I think my skills at coercing people to do what I want are getting better, or perhaps she noticed I wasn't as bright and cheery as I normally am. She's rather perceptive on things like that.

Either way, we hooked arm in arm and made our way to the gate, running into Lieutenant Van Keser along the way. He seemed curious as to what we were up too, and I invited him to come along shopping with us. Did I ask if he wanted to shop with us? Of course not. I decieved him with a temptation to go fight ogres...but that didn't mean today! He realized my dupe later, but remained with us.

Kari and myself found lovely matching dresses to wear. What better way to humor myself then to try being a twin for a day with a woman who is so petite, fair skinned, and blonde? We look nothing alike, but Van said we looked nice in our garments. Of course, he wasn't off the hook, and we were able to corral him into a suit for his date with a mysterious woman known simply as "Bea", whom I later discovered is now part of the Vanguard. I suppose I'll know more of her later, but whatever makes Van happy makes me happy. He's like the father I wish I had, and I love dotingly calling him that, though I'm sure it annoys him.

Kari and myself arrived at the Eldvin Monastery, where the wedding was to take place. We found ourselves among Jane's dressing chambers, and the normally astute woman appeared to be nervous, which was quite the rare sight. We exchanged pleasantries, but soon made our way to the proper location where the wedding would occur, leaving her in peace. She looked radiant in her dress, she's quite the beauty even though she wears a frown most of the times I see her interacting with the Captain.

Drake appeared to be tightly packaged into his suit, I waved to him and he smiled in recognition. That was a very long time ago, when he became an associate of the noble Houze Zwe, when he went on adventures more often. He also makes great cupcakes, as Zarek got me addicted to them when we were dating, and he and Jane have been good people to my husband, as well as to me. I pray their marriage remains a happy and fruitful one.

Of course, quite a number of nobles were present, I believe from their social club that they both participate in. None that I recognized thankfully, perhaps my being absent from my family for so long has finally simmered to the point I'm no longer in fear of being recognized and associated with my father. Even though we're on better terms...I'm still hesitant on returning to that life.

Lady Ariadna Reagan appeared alongside us, as well as Van and his aforementioned date, Bea. Everyone looked rather dashing out of uniform, and I feel we may need to hold more social events like this, if just to annoy Van further for my own amusement.

Before the ceremony took place, I was rather suprised to see Dazanbi, an old acquaintance of my House Zwe days, accompanied by Lillian Marcucian as well. I'm not truly sure why they were present, though they stood first at the groom's side, so I assume they may know Drake from his service with the house as well. It was nice to see those who I have no interacted with for so long, and honestly slightly awkward as I barely keep in touch with anyone, sans Deronjur, Ti'lay, and Atreyu.

Dazanbi had a man with her by the name of Vatan Okur whom she quickly introduced to me. He seemed rather shy, only offering the smallest smile and wave. Being the modest person that I am, I asked who he was to which Dazanbi launched herself into a hug with me. She's seemed to have built up more muscle, and that is when I noticed that her white hair that I had admired so long ago was all gone, replaced with another shade altogether and cut short. She informed me that Vatan was her fiance. Of course, I congratulated her. Lillian also provided me with a small hug to which I received, but then we had to part as the music began to play signifying the start of the ceremony.

It was nice to see old faces, and sometimes, I wonder how everyone has been doing. Perhaps one day we will have a reunion of sorts. Since leaving, I've had different encounters with Tholgrim and his new group of friends, Morrigan I've noticed used to be in the Ebonhawke tavern a few times as well. Lillian of course with her news of Abdel after delivering her baby. Theron when he came to collect Ti'lay after their stay in the city. Mokjie on the one occassion I assisted Deronjur in the Brand to retrieve specimens and ended up getting hurt, and now Dazanbi. Even a rather awkward meeting with Merralne at last Winter's Ball which I attended with Arvanna. Ti'lay after Arvanna's death, which I was thankful she was able to attend with me. And Atreyu...well that's enough reminiscing. Almost a year since I became part of that group and we're all over the world living our lives.

Do I miss them? Sometimes. Especially my three close friends. Would I trade the life I have now for the past? No. I've found a new family in the Vanguard, a new purpose, and I'm making even more memories. I hope that everyone else shares the same feeling.

The ceremony was beautiful. Simple. A lot of noblewomen were crying. I thought for a moment that Kari fell asleep, but I realize she was just listening to the priest. The vows exchanged the first kiss as husband and wife. I made sure to shout for Jane and Drake loudly so they heard me.

Then, I left. The cheery facade I put up was wearing thin and now I'm grateful knowing Zarek is entertaining everyone while I remain at home.

For some reason, wine tastes better when I'm alone.

~Cervato
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47 Season of the Phoenix 1328 AE.

She's back. She's finally back. And she's here. Gods! Several dots would follow this line on the page as if the author was unsure of how to continue.

Today, I was finally able to convince Kari to meet me for a drink at the Ossan Tavern. As I stated earlier, we're starting to become closer. I had not realized that she had a pet red panda, named Pabu. The small creature was following her politely through the city streets. They just appeared one day, and remained apparently. I realize that perhaps Arvanna's sense of loving animals has perhaps touched me. But Zarek would not want more animals in the house after Winston, Azul, and Ciree....perhaps...we can chat about it.

As we made our way to the tavern, there she was! Her hair had grown much longer since the last time we spoke...since Arvanna's funeral. A couple months had passed without word. I wrote letters but with no idea where to send them, I just placed them in a chest full of the ones I receive from Der and Atreyu. She looked a bit leaner, but also had some sort of glow about her that just...she looked beautiful. Ti'lay. My dear friend. I missed you so much.

I literally jumped down several steps just to wrap my arms and swing her around and around. This small ache in my heart bursted, now overflowing with love for my friend. Quickly, introductions were made between her and Kari, before she went into where she had been gone for so long.

I almost forgot that Ti'lay had been adopted into the Voss family. I remember her telling me of her family, the hardships she endured. The Ogre Revolt. Ebonhawke. Tales of her sister. She deserved a loving family, and I suppose Theron, though as stoic as I remember him, is more of a family man than I realized. And that he actually has quite a large family. Enough that they call it a clan. She stated that they had departed from the city of Ebonhawke together, heading East. Past the edges of the most recent map circulated through Tyria. And now, she was tasked with returning to this civilization. To help those in need and recruit them if they wished to leave this type of life behind. Honestly, it sounds a little odd and strange to me. i could never imagine just packing up and leaving everything I have come to know. Gods know I would never leave my friends.

However, none of that matters now. Ti'lay has returned to Divinity's Reach. We invited her to join us for a round at the bar, and she accepted. There we found ourselves just catching up. Kari still seems mysterious as ever. I swear I'm going to figure out what she does. Perhaps its time to put my detective skills back to work. Ti'lay mentioned that group again. Valor's Lament. She'd been looking for them.

Politely as I could, I informed her that Atreyu had been mulling around with those...a bunch of scratched out words are left until they return to more legible markings...people. Stating that they were currently back to residing in Lion's Arch. At least, that is what he had told me regarding the group. Oh, and I told her exactly how I felt about them too. More angry scratched out writing is left in the wake of this paragraph.

She asked if I wanted her to stay. Gods damn everything. I just wanted to wrap her up right there and tell her "Yes!" To tell her to stop leaving me behind. Stop moving on without me. That I miss her so terribly much that it drives me crazy at times. That is my selfish side. But I told her to choose what she wanted to do. As I've told Der before...I will support her in any way. Because I love her. She's been like a sister to me. Not a half-sister from a recently discovered affair. Blood means nothing to me. She's more than a sister.

She said she's going to stay. For how long, I'm not sure. But she's going to stay. My heart skipped a beat when I heard that. Praise Balthazar and the other Gods. My dear Ti'lay will remain for now. She'll be living with Zarek, Luke, and myself, in a spare bedroom. I'm so happy. Zarek seemed fine with the idea. He's always been supportive of my friends visiting often.

Us three finished our drinks. Ti'lay and Kari assisting me home. How come every time we go drinking no one else gets as tipsy as me...I'm a lightweight. Ha. I know it. Oh well. It was fun.

Though the fun ended that evening. After Eliza's death, I sent a note to Atreyu. He had been with me the last time I saw Eliza. The two getting into a heated argument. Then just only a couple days later, she was gone from this world. When I had written him, he sent a letter back, indicating he would like to discuss figuring out how to make up with Elizaveta, and this almost caused me to break down. Thank the gods Ti'lay had returned.

I feel if it had just been Atreyu and myself in my home that things may not have gone over as smoothly as they did. There is so much left unsaid between us that it drives me to the point I want to scream. And his habit of going off and not being heard from for months doesn't help. However, he still is...the thought is left, unfinished.

Ti'lay prepared tea. Trying to calm us. Atreyu seemed rather excited to see Ti'lay again after so long. It's interesting. We all met through Zwe. And it's almost been a year since we first became friends. And looking at us now, seeing how much we've grown, and changed, I truly felt at peace. Knowing I still had the greatest friends in the world.

I laid it out to him plain and simple. There is no way to sugar coat a suicide. It just hits you hard, and then you feel empty. I saw it in him, as he placed his cup down and left the house, slamming the door behind him. I heard him. The shouting, the yelling of frustration, and the attempt at reasoning if he had any part that placed him at fault in Eliza's death. Which is ridiculous. They had only just met, and it was known that Eliza had severe depression. No, none of us did anything wrong. Though I still blame myself for not getting there fast enough to save her. Another regret.

Eventually, he returned, taking his seat at my modest wooden kitchen table. The silence struck us all. I saw the sadness in his eyes, but I could not do anything to comfort him. Bless Ti'lay for being present. She tried to negate the sadness filling the room by informing us both that she has a girlfriend. A girlfriend.

I recall Ti'lay once had romantic feelings for a nobleman, Saromire Lancaster. And he had broken her heart. Now, she had found a new person. Someone new had captivated my dear friend's heart. It felt almost like the time Deronjur had first told me of his relationship with his current dearheart, Caolan. I felt happiness for my friend. And we three chatted for a while longer, as the atmosphere turned more cheerful.

WIth that, I had to end this meeting on good terms. And we all three embraced.

As I said before, I have the greatest friends in the world.

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55 Season of the Phoenix 1328 AE.

Profanity litters the page. There is not a clean spot left on the page that does not have a swear scribbled or etched into the paper. Some of it is smudged, at some points it tears through the paper. Several other words are scratched out harshly.

One truly odd detail is apparent close to the center of the page.

"Screw magic cookies."

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55 Season of the Phoenix 1328 AE.

On a fresh page that is completely unrelated to the previous entry...

Too much has happened in just one week. Trying to filter everything out is not possible. So I'll summarize...

We had a mission within the Iron Marches. We engaged in combat with Mordrem, with little to no injuries. However, some of them escaped, rushing north from where the battle took place. They crashed through a charr encampment, unfortunately there were some casualties, but we learned of their next destination and pushed on. Myself, Kari, Sin, and Valder followed after one of them. it was very fast, but with our skilled teamwork we were able to bring it down. Upon regrouping with the rest of the team, we found they had fought a large Mordrem enemy. Zarek barely had anything left of his uniform, besides his plate armor that turned a sickly green color. We were able to make it back home, and he was diagnosed with a broken shoulder, forearm, and several ribs. The medical aids did as best they could, and he was given a week's leave to recover before magical aide could be applied.

I've prepared him to be as comfortable as possible, with Luke and Ti'lay's help of course. Winston seems to enjoy that Zarek is home more often, finding his lap the perfect place to curl upon in bed. Unfortunately, I could not remain with him for long, as I had an assignment with Kari to scout Dry Top. I've still yet to write of my prior trip there with Deronjur, but I hope to recount the journey soon.

Kari and myself arrived without any problems, besides the occasional Mordrem or ravaging vine trying to snatch us. She's rather capable a woman, quick and nimble. As we stepped foot into the arid region, a norn came across us by the name of Runa Ravnhjerte, who was merely exploring the area herself. She was very familiar with the land, and provided us with crucial information for our mission that would occur later that evening. She offered to tag along, to which Kari and myself accepted. We spent probably an hour's time climbing old wreckage of one of the Zephyrites crashed air ships, and gained a very beautiful view overlooking the great canyon. Then Runa had to be off, and we continued on. We noted the friendly centaur, I mentioned the story of how I nearly killed one. My Krytan nature. We also took a moment to rest at the Oasis, truly the most beautiful of places in the region in my opinion. Finally, we scouted an area found to be strong with energy from the supposed leylines of magic I've been informed of by Kari, and another area just full of sand.

Later, a group of us ventured, including Kari, myself, the Captain, Casey, Desear, and Silveronus. The last three are new recruits within the regiment. Casey seems to have his head on his shoulders, though he briefly shared a bit with me of his backstory, and I can only hope that his life from now on will flourish happily. Desear appears...cocky. Honestly, he reminds me far too much of myself, which could be a bad thing. Last but not least, Silveronus. I've now come to know that his family has been cruel to him. After a series of odd events that I simply will refuse to write about, most of his family's household was banished from Ebonhawke. Hopefully, being with the Vanguard will provide a positive impact on each of their lives, as it has on mine.

We journeyed through the region, lost a couple Third Regiment soldiers along the way, fought several variations of Mordrem that it made me feel sick. Sin thought he saw a giant Mordrem in the whirling sandstorm as we continued west, so we made our way down a canyon wall to investigate. To my utter surprise, it was a Giant. Walking amongst the storms. The thing nearly killed us all, but thankfully we were able to escape with our lives back to the Oasis. We'll need the entire regiment to take down that creature if ordered to do so. I do not look forward to seeing the Giant again anytime soon.

Afterwards there was an incident with Silveronus's family, which I already mentioned I would not get into any detail as the incident itself made me so cross. Though the date may serve as the new record holder for most arrests within the walls of the city. I never want to see another Ceres again as long as I can, sans Silveronus himself.

I'm coming to learn more of my companions. Kari and Casey accompanied me to the Wayrest Inn. Kari admitted she had never had an alcoholic beverage yet. And Casey revealed he had only just had his own the previous day. I paid for their rounds. Casey had the typcial tavern ale, which Kari started off with too, but at the sight of her face I allowed her to try some wine which she seemed more partial too. It's nice. Growing closer with those I call part of my new family. My team. Finding more friends. A random stranger bought us a round for free so we continued until Casey and Kari bid me farewell.

As I was preparing to leave myself, a familiar face arrived. From my old House Zwe day's. Nevyrrn. His hair has grown out longer, though the eye patch is still the same. I miss his choice of deep reds and rich purples as part of his armor and devotion to Lyssa, but besides that, it was nice to see him. He had the most forlorn of looks on his face and upon being prompted, he admitted to having proposed marriage to a woman by the name of Canaveral, part of that group known as Valor's Lament. His proposal failed however, as she didn't understand what the ring was for.

I'm terrible. I laughed. Poor Nevyrnn was looking for sympathy and I laughed in his face. Truly, I felt it humorous that he had been rejected by this girl. The reason why? She did not understand what the ring was for! Poor, sad, Nev. But, in an effort to cheer him up, we drank together for a good long while. I had not expected to see another old face in my new home, but it was a pleasant visit nonetheless. In the past, he used to be one who followed me along on my infamous bar crawls with the group. We briefly relived the memory. Somehow, I ended back up at the Barracks. My great sword has some scuff marks on it, so I may have resorted to using it as a walking cane. I recall being carried at some point by someone with strong arms. Not the first time I've ended a night with a stranger assisting me home, and whomever the poor fool was, I wish them so many blessings and apologies for how I must have acted towards them.

Atreyu joined the Vanguard First Regiment today.

I didn't believe his words until he was actually standing before me. But he came, and he was accepted.

I'm not entirely sure how I feel on the matter yet...

~Cervato
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It had been several days, since the sparring match between Van and Cervato had been interrupted by Zarek. What had just started off as a typical training excursion, evolved into a stubborn match utilizing corn stalks from the nearby cornfield they ended up rolling around in. Neither soldier had any intentions of backing down. Cervato finally had gained an upper hand, moving to kick Van while he was down, and then he captured her, throwing her over his shoulder and handed her back to Zarek like she was some disobedient child.

This infuriated her.

"You're just going to walk away!? You fucking coward!" She called after him, being held back by her husband. Zarek tried. He really did. Trying to soothe her. But she had had enough.

"Why did you fucking stop us!? We were just sparring." She shouted in his face, Kari and a few livestock bearing witness to the anger she was unleashing upon him. She hadn't even given him any time to reply, storming off.

She didn't go home that night. She didn't come home for several nights. Cervato arrived to work on time, bruises on her face, but once her shift was over she was quick to make her escape.

There was so much that needed to be discussed. The truth. How she felt. She'd been staying at the Ossan Tavern, but her coin on hand was running out and she wasn't about to start taking funds from their shared bank account. She met several faces across those days. Ti'lay, whom had been staying with them found her. Atreyu came next. She found herself visiting Deronjur and his dearheart Caolan for the day. They had even given her a beautifully hand crafted shield, a decoration for their home. She'd asked Ti'lay and Atreyu to spar with her, at the Kormir Amphitheater. To keep her mind off things. She needed to get the anger our of her heart. However, even the damn Seraph seemed to want to meddle in her affairs as they informed them they were not permitted to spar there. This once again set Cervato off, and they moved on to Lion's Arch. Ti'lay had shown them where old training rings had been set up in the sand. The trio fought once more. And it was fun. It brought back all the fun times she used to share with her friends.

The past couple of days she hadn't felt very well though, and as they had finished grabbing a bite to eat at the Tiki Bar & Restaurant, she felt pain. Ti'lay had taken them to the old "cursed" house in Ebonhawke, allowing Cervato to rest. The doctor had stated it was merely a passing stomach bug, nothing more.

When she awoke, she told them. Told them she needed to go home. Told them she needed to talk to her husband.

They would not hear from her for three days.

The fourth day, they began searching, and found her back in the old dusty home.
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They will tell you it's not your fault. That you have nothing to be sorry for.

Every time you look through this, I want you to know.

I'll never forgive you.
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Cervato arrived at the barracks, looking for him.

She watched Zarek walk away, but he wasn't her target. The pain. It shot through her all over again, but she wouldn't falter.

She needed to kick the shit out of someone, and Van had volunteered himself to a rematch.

The young Corporal and the older Lieutenant made their ways over to the training yard.

She was pleased they would be using weapons this time. Wielding her dual blades she assessed her opponent. Van held his greatsword with ease, waiting for her.

"Don't hold anything back, Cervato." He spouted off. This forced her to anger quickly. Ti'lay, Atreyu, Cat, and Desear all stood off to the side, ready to witness the fight that was about to begin.

"I'm not going to stop you or step in. You better win." Atreyu told her before she confronted Van.

She spit off to the side, then made a dash for him with her blades. Quick. Precise. She wore her light armor so she could have speed to her advantage and use her acrobatics far more easily. If she landed enough quick hits in, she could end this in minutes.

However, Van had said this was not just an ordinary spar. This was "Merc-play", whatever that meant. In the deep recesses of her mind she captured the information to ask the man later.

Van countered her, with ease. Of course, he would not be the First Regiment's Lieutenant if he had not gained years upon years of experience. Every move calculated, observing then reacting to the spitfire coming at him.

They continued this for a long while. Cervato normally rushing in to make a strike, and Van countering, then throwing his own blows. He got several good punches in on her face and jaw. She cut at the leather and chain mail adorning his form, resulting in lacerations forming on his shoulder and arms.

However, both combatants were changing. Van's face turned cold, eyes devoid of any emotion, his focus only on her and no one else. Cervato's smile grew wide, as blood ran over her chin from her mouth, her eyes ignited with the thirst of battle, wanting to tear him apart. The spar was no longer just a simple rematch. It had become a battlefield.

Cervato swept her right leg, knocking Van hard across the jaw with the heel of her boot. His sword fell, the tip sinking in the soil. She smashed it further into the ground and slashed at his arms. More armor beginning to be ruined, and blood. And she continued, until he was driven from his sword. He stood away from her. The most unsettling image of his eyes shifting and looking at her, appearing so calm.

She wanted to kill him. So she threw one of her blades, aiming for his chest, and dashed afterwards, no matter his reaction she would cut him again. Van easily dodged the projectile, caught her right wrist in his left hand, and the fingers of his right hand grasped at her throat, beginning to squeeze.

Cervato screamed. The scars lining across her throat felt rough to his fingertips, and she felt trapped, beginning to panic. With her left fist she kept delivering blows to where she had previously injured him in the shoulder with her sword, but he did not react. He lifted her up, toes dragging along the ground, and pressed her against one of the training dummies. Her eyes sight was becoming blotted, as her air continued to be cut off. Desperately she kicked at Van, using the dummy as leverage to support her form. He would not release...until the stem of the dummy broke, the wood snapping and splintering. This caught Van's attention and he released Cervato.

She gasped for air, but she was not done. After Van picked up the broken dummy and threw it at some of the spectators, she launched atop him. In her success she straddled him, and began to land blow after blow against his face. She was bleeding from her mouth on his chest, pain dulling in her entire body. Her vision slowly returning to normal, but she wanted more. More. She would not stop. Not until he was dead.

However, Van's superior upper strength won out. He grasped Cervato, forcing her body to roll and now he was on top of her. He began to choke her again. And she screamed as tears formed in her eyes. Her entire form struggled to not give up. Not give in. She could not breathe, and Van just stared into her bloodshot eyes. Cold. Nothing. He would kill her.

Desear shot his pistol in the air to stop the fight, but Van still would not relent on his hold of Cervato. She was so close to losing conciousness. That's when the weight of Van's form above hers was lifted. Desear had kicked Van off her.

She could breathe.

The air hurt as it went into her lungs.

Van wasn't done though. He moved to pick up his sword from the ground. He wasn't seeing Desear, Cervato, or anyone else. He saw only enemies ready to be slaughtered. Cervato was not done either, she stood, on wobbly legs, shaking. Only after one step towards her opponent she fell. She crumpled to the ground on her knees.

Blood mixed with tears as they fell to the ground.

"No....no...I can't lose....I can't....not after...losing everything else..." She began to cry. The reality of her situation finally bringing her to her senses.

There would be no joy. No love. No family. Zarek was gone. She would never see him the same way again. And it killed her.

Atreyu moved to step in front of Cervato. He had kept his promise of not ending her fight. He knew. She was done.

Van became distracted at Cervato's words, blinking and appearing confused by what she had said, and Desear socked him hard in the face, causing him to finally go down.

The two were sent into the barracks. The rest followed, with Cat grumbling over the incident and Ti'lay seemed upset by what had just happened.

Cervato felt her form be picked up and carried.

All she could do was weep.

She had lost everything.

She had nothing.



Van held Cervato in a hug. It was warm. And the first he had ever given to her of his own free will. It felt so kind. So nice. To just be held. His guardian magic flowed through him, igniting his eyes in a blue glow, and his power touched her, healing her small cuts and scrapes as well while Cat gathered her supplies.

The two most stubborn Vanguard in the First Regiment embraced.

Now it was time for Cervato to try and pick herself back up.

She needed to prove to herself she could do this.
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