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Winter's Requiem
LazyFrogOfJustice19
Chapter 4: Those Who are Lost
Chapter Text
A young boy was running through the streets of King's Landing. His clothes were that of a poverty-stricken kind, rags that were as dirty as the streets he ran into and skin blackening somewhat due to exposure of the elements. It was the afternoon at this point and the sun up above was glistening across his sweat-laden skin. Sticky, uncomfortable and wet, such sensations would make a nobleman's daughter or son to feel a bit less accustomed with themselves, but not for him. Five years of life in the streets made him used to that feeling. Five years made him accustomed to most of life's misfortunes.
Barefoot across the stone alleyways and streets, he treaded across with a swift space, dodging and weaving through crowds and people who were in his way. Puddles of silt and dirt were littering the streets of the now hot and humid climate. The sudden rain yesterday made everyone wonder as to why the seasons were acting strange. Reports of all across Westeros say the same thing. Rogue weather of different kinds in the strangest of places were occurring. Little to no explanations were given nor found about this topic as the Maesters themselves had their heads scratching. The momentum of days past came to halt as the royal family of the Iron Throne left for the North about a week ago.
Tales and whispers as of what the real reason was scattered throughout the city. From tall places where the more enlightened lived, down to whore houses where women share whispers.
At least that's what the boy heard. Yet he was incapable of understanding such broad notions of the world before him. He was far too young for his age to live in this state much like others in the same position. Far too young to only grasp a smidget of what life entailed as his gaze upon the world ended merely on the streets where most of his life was spent. He knew most of the heavy populated city's directions and areas of interest, specifically the market where at the end of every week he would scrounge for scraps upon the litters left by people from places all around.
His frame was thin, his cheeks sunken, and his face a share of determination and desperation. His clothes, at least what was left of them were blackened by the dust accumulated from years of running and sleeping on the streets. His hair long and unkempt, sticky, itchy, and smelled as foul as him.
The entirety of his life was spent on sleeping, scavenging, and running through the slime of humanity. He ran away from everything in his life just to survive. For what purpose specifically…
Is the matter of a small box of food placed in his hands as he ran.
True enough, he would scrounge for scraps, and on most weeks he could never eat anything at all as there was none left to eat in the first place. With some blind luck, he could even eat raw pig meat from leftovers in the market, at worst he had settled for horse hair.
The rains stopped him from finding any food yesterday for him to consume. Leading him to be desperate. It had been four days since he last ate anything as he took shelter from the rain. His stomach could not take anymore and he literally shat blood in the process.
The pain felt excruciating, leaving a tired, sleepless night for him.
Now, he was running for his life as he stole a box of precious bread from a shop he had salivated for months on end. A fool's dream of being able to taste what little fortune he could acquire. However, he was not stealthy with how he approached the job, and on his tail was the shopkeeper's son along with a handful of city guards that managed to spot him.
"HALT!" the angry and tired voice of a man in armor said as the boy continued to run. They were now close to the outskirts of the city's limits and the boy himself was now running on fumes. Tardiness was beginning to make his legs sore and his feet heavy.
But no… he would rush on. There was no choice on the matter because if he was caught, he did not know what sort of faith awaited him. He had friends in the past who did the same thing, and none of them were seen again ever since.
He closed his eyes for a second hoping that he could escape their clutches.
"Stop boy! You can't run from us further!" another voice said from behind him as he moved into another corner, he nearly tripped when a woman holding a basket nearly crashed on him.
The boy continued to press on as he could see the walls of King's Landing up close. The men behind him frantically trying to keep up as he continued to run.
"Hey! Stop him! Don't let him get away!" one of the voices said, and the boy leaned his head to the right and saw another pair of guards atop the walls coming in to chase him as well. Desperation and fear grew in his stead as his eyes were diverted away from where he was running off to.
He suddenly crashed upon another person who was carrying stacks of vegetables with his arms. the boy flew from his grasp as the precious bread rolled down the muddy streets. The person he crashed into grew furious, as the harvest he carried was supposed to be sold in the markets.
"What in the fucking Seven Hells boy? Are you retarded?"
Screams and insults were thrown at the boy but he never listened, his only focus was on the bread that rolled across the dirtied pavements, some stepped on by other people, and others lost in the flurry of the crowd. His eyes widened at the loss, only for his focus to return on the people still chasing him.
He quickly sat up and pushed the vegetable-carrying man away to delay his pursuers who were closing in with rapid speed. His adrenaline spiked for the most part as he ran in strides trying to find narrow crossways and pathways to deter them from pursuing further.
Only for him to realize that they would not stop. Ever.
Like a storm about to raze a city, they closed in on him. Having little to no action on their part, the men in armor needed something to vent their frustrations with. The law was on their side after all and even with the boy's age they knew that no one would question their methods.
Finding no other place to run, he tried to climb the nearby wall that had no guards posted.
Those pursuing him tried to grab hold of his rags the second he jumped up with what little strength was left in him. The guards moved towards the nearby staircase as the shopkeeper's son continued to scream at him to give up.
Never giving up he climbed as fast as he can and reached the top. A good manner of distance was shared between the top of the wall and the ground upon the fields outside King's Landing. It was high enough that someone would be hurt if they attempted to jump.
A feeling of fear crept into his senses as he looked below.
He was stuck. There was nowhere else he could run to. He saw the guards panting and closing in to his direction as he placed his arms on the edge of the wall. Hope was lost for him. They would take him now, those that wore golden armor would make him disappear much like the rest of his lost friends.
His feeble innocent mind looked upon them as his eyes widened like shining orbs. Dehydration and lack of water made his tears dry. He could only look upon them with a scared face looking into damnation that he was sure to come soon.
"You have nowhere to go boy. Just surrender yourself and we'll make sure you don't get hurt." One of the men said as he stepped forward with a cautious manner. The shopkeeper's son below kept screaming to get him now so that the bastard could settle his debt, but seeing the way he held on to the edge of the wall made the guards wary as to what the boy was planning.
"Get your hands off the edge son!" another voice said. They all whispered amongst themselves to grab the boy as fast as they can so that he would not dare to do anything stupid.
The boy could only see oblivion's maw as he froze in place.
One of the men grabbed him with a short lunge, yet for some reason the boy screamed in place and even though he did not want to push the jump over the wall, his body in reflex pushed the man's hold away with his feet and with widened eyes full surprise, they saw him tumble down and crash on the ground as the impact shattered his spine. Bones in multiple areas were broken down in many pieces as blood started to pool from wounds on his back. A rib had pierced his lung and heart and he was minutes away from dying. The back of his skull was shattered a bit as his consciousness turned foggy.
There was no sensation left in his body as his eyes stared directly up the wall where some of the men in armor watched him. The little boy could only hear distorted voices that were quickly snuffed out as his vision darkened around him. His pupils dilating as the last thing he saw was the top of the wall where they left him to die below on the ground.
Death was closing in to take him and with his wide open eyes, he felt the few remaining breaths in his body leave him as darkness took over.
He did not want to die… he wished to call out for anyone to help him…
But despair and realization already blew that dream from his grasp. He was a nobody after all.
No one would come….
No one.
Sparks. Sounds of something popping. Wood being chipped by heat and flame.
A feeling of warmth came into his senses. Senses… yes, senses. For some odd reason he could feel again. Sensations and partial movement was back in order. Back in some capacity. Pain… no, there was no pain to speak of. There was none to take note of.
There was no feeling of tardiness either. Not an ounce of exhaustion in his body that was left. It felt like he had a long day's rest. Like the exhaustion and discomfort from years in the streets were gone in a flash.
He wondered deeply, was this a dream? Why did it seem like everything was alright? Was this death? Were their sensations after death?
Deep thoughts of this strange predicament came over him as he was scared to open his eyes. Fearful of what would embrace his vision should he do so. What awaits before him if he did open his eyes?
Yet curiosity got the better of him and he slowly but surely opened his eyes.
What welcomed his vision was the expanse of night across the sky. He furrowed his brow in confusion. The air chilly and clear of the belching stink that King's Landing provided. It was fresh, cool, and above all else comforting. The chill was staved away by heat from his left as sounds of calm crickets and owls whistling into the night made him feel secure… and safe.
Never once had he felt safe in his life.
This was a new sensation.
He wondered where he was exactly. Was he dead? Then why did he see the world in such a calm, dreamy-like state? He moved his head slightly towards the right and saw that he was in the middle of the grassy fields and at the end of the horizon was a dancing of lights filling King's Landing as it stood far away from his position. He furrowed his brow seeing that, at his back he could feel that there what seemed to be a comfortable shoal placed there to so that he could lay peacefully. A couple of trees were surrounding him as they moved slightly to the wind.
The last thing he could remember was falling…
Yet, why was he here? Was he not dead?
A sudden sound of something being stabbed with was heard. The small interaction continued as he heard someone or something tearing through what sounded like flesh and bone. He froze in terror as he felt that he could possibly be in danger. The sounds came from his far left. With horror coming into his body, he slowly moved his head turning towards that direction. Should it be what he thinks it is as danger, he would quickly run much like usual.
But could he run? So many bad probabilities would spawn should he make a small error in his actions. But what choice could he make? If this was danger, then he should run from it. Run like how he used to back in the city. Away from life and danger, caring only on himself to survive.
He gulped in fear as he moved his head sideward…
Only to see something bizarre...
And horrible.
A grotesque and dirtied up remains of a doll came into his view. A small camp fire was beside it as its yellow orange glow made the doll far more sinister-looking than intended. It was mostly made from cloth, with wear and tear surrounding its body and entirety. Buttons for eyes were torn out with one hanging loose from its origin. A toothy smile graced its features and its yarn-like hair were scrabbly and scattered like those of deranged street folk that wondered the sewers and barrens of the city he knew.
It casted a shadow over his face with that smile to grace him and any other child with horror.
But what made him flinch in fear was not how it appeared…
More specifically, it was the strange wet-looking substance that trickled by the middle of its face down to its crooked and toothy grin. It was in a deep shade of red, and if he could remember correctly, that shade of red was near to the likes of blood.
His eyes were wholly transfixed on it… until the noises continued.
The stabbing was still in motion. That is when saw just by the side of the doll itself and behind the campfire was a lanky figure hunched over… holding a bloody pair of scissors in its hand.
Its skin was pale. Its arms long and thin, with hands filled to the brim with blood and gore in its wake. It wore a black long dress and that's when he realized in a sudden sense that the figure was female in stature. Her hair was black and silky, uncombed… unkempt, and looked like it was all over the place. Her movements were stiff, almost wooden as it continued stab and cut whatever it was in place.
What caught his attention when he saw her was that she had a bracelet upon her forearm. The gold and bloodied bracelet had a symbol on it. A crest that he could not identify.
His heart beat a bit faster as her movements were that of a killing intent. That's when a gruesome thought invaded his mind. What if… what if the thing she was stabbing and tearing apart was human? Then what was he in that mindset? Was he going to be next?
A chill ran down his spine as he tried to move his body to escape. His limbs and sorts were still a bit numb and slow-moving, but he had to escape… he had to.
He must.
He did his best to sit up, only to put his hand on the grass where the weeds themselves rattled in a partial tune. A small sound, one that he feared she could hear. He closed his eyes as sweat dropped from his forehead, he then turned his head slightly to see if the woman behind him moved or reacted at his action. Thankfully, she was not.
He considered to inch away… until a bizarre and uncanny voice came out from behind him.
"You should rest. Last I saw you, you were mere millimeters away from death taking you my child."
The voice was feminine. It sounded like it belonged to a noblewoman or someone who was literate and knowledgeable. Like one of those Septons that visit and come by towards people living in the streets. However, her voice was a bit different than that. It was something akin to one that held authority and grace. It invoked a memory of his past that he did not expect to remain in him still.
The noises of whatever she was stabbing stopped. He slowly turned his head towards the voice and saw the woman standing beside him with her head tilted slightly. Her hair covered her face entirely but her bloodshot-looking red eyes were clear as his vision could see. They were fixated on him with a curious notion as the woman strange looking woman with the long hair leaned towards him as she motioned herself to sit.
"How do you feel?" she said. Her words permeating on his skin in a calming notion. Even with her whole appearance, she seemed harmless. Her voice gave her the illusion of someone kind-hearted and motherly even.
He did not know how to reply. He was just astonished at the sight before him.
"Are you afraid of my appearance child?" she asked. He simply shook his head in reply as the woman moved bizarrely towards him as she placed her hands on his face. He was fearful at first, but he found out that her touch was smooth. Even with how her arms and hands looked, they felt comforting. There was blood still on them, and his face was now covered where her hands touched.
She eyed him with an examining face as he kept his eyes straight on her.
She then carefully placed his head back on to the shoal to rest as she looked at him.
"I'm not an expert at healing magic. Yet thank the Supreme Ones that I managed to save you just in time. I was worried at first that you wouldn't make it." a soft chuckle came from her, one that continued to intrigue him as she continued to talk. "Thankfully that wasn't the case. I'm glad you're alive."
She then saw through the dim light provided by the campfire that her hands were covered in blood. She looked at the boy and realized that this could have been the reason why he looked scared at her at first. She shook her head in embarrassment with soft giggle before producing a white piece of cloth from her pockets. She then leaned forward again towards him, stopping shy by a few inches from his face as she looked at him.
"May I?" she asked, the boy nodded even though he was clueless at what she was intending to do to him. However, the moment he said yes to that question, she carefully placed the cloth on his face and wiped the blood off of his face. She then parted his hair partially and with little light that was seen, he could tell that she was smiling somewhat. Her teeth were seen through the veil of hair covering her face.
"That's better."
She then proceeded to wipe her hands from the blood on it, along with the scissors that she used earlier to cut and tear through flesh and bone. She then proceeded to take a bowl of water to carefully offer him should he be thirsty. He sat up for a bit as the woman placed a comforting hand on the back of his head with the bowl angled just enough so he could drink properly from it. When he was satisfied, she placed the bowl back where she took it and returned her attention back to him.
"Do you wish to sit?"
He nodded once again as the woman carefully made him sit upon the shoal, allowing him full view of the campsite she made for them. The fire was at the center of it all, and the place where he saw her stabbing something was made clear to him. It was the remains of an animal that she skinned and prepared.
Her doll was still next to the fire as she sat beside him, helping him up to make sure he was comfortable. When she finished, she left from his side and returned to the spot where he first saw her.
"Pardon me for scaring you at first dear… I was merely trying to make you a meal. I'm not the best at cooking from the place I belonged to… nor was I created to be, but since you're my guest at this small and humble abode, I decided to compromise."
"I-It's fine… m-ma'am and t-thank you" He managed to say. The woman moved slightly as she finally heard his voice. She seemed visibly pleased that he managed to make a proper reply to her.
"My pleasure… so, are you hungry?"
"Y-Yes…"
"That's good. I think I managed to do a good job skinning this animal. Hopefully the taste wouldn't be so bad that you could at least fill your stomach with a meal." She teased with a small chuckle. The boy did the same as this unique and bizarre experience continued. This woman was unlike anything he had ever seen before, her mere presence and appearance was that of a scary and murderous looking woman, yet here she was… making jokes and placing good care upon his useless self.
He did not trust her still, but he could not help but feel comfortable and secure.
"May I ask your name child?" she said.
The boy stood still as he looked at her. As far as he could remember with the last few years he spent alone for himself, he had no proper name to speak of. He could only remember a shallow memory of a mother that used to take care of her, and a name that people around him in the city called him out to be when he passed by.
"S-Some people call me Pyp. I-I don't know what my real name is."
There was a small silence for a moment before the woman continued to ask him questions.
"You don't know what your real name is?" she asked with slight confusion.
"Y-Yes… I used to have a mum, maybe a name too… but she's gone and I've never seen her again."
"She left you? Wait, how old are you dear?" she asked, worry and concern in her voice as the truth about this small boy began to unravel before her.
"F-For as long as I can remember I've lived in the city for about five years ma'am."
"Alone?" the boy merely nodded in reply. The woman visibly sighed in disappointment at that statement. Yet again for her, it seemed that humans were indeed a deeply flawed race as to why she cares at all in some aspect for these people, she dared not to ask. This boy was innocent much like any other child left to their own at such a young age.
"That's unfortunate. So you're an orphan then?" she asked. The boy tilted his head in a slight manner at the word. He had not heard such a word before so he pondered on what it could have meant.
"A-An orphan?"
"Yes… an orphan, a child without a mother nor father to care and stay with them. Does your city not have an orphanage? Or at least a shelter for children such as yourself?"
"I-I don't know. I used to have friends like me, but they're all gone."
"I see." The woman said, understanding what the word 'gone' meant. She then proceeded to gather a few sticks that she found from the nearby trees to stuck the meat she collected for the boy. She then stood up and as he watched closely, the strange woman stretched her free arm across the fire and muttered a few words under her breath. Flame suddenly ignited upon the pieces of meat stuck on the sticks she was holding and it cooked them perfectly in just mere seconds after being scorched earlier.
To say that the sudden event was bizarre was an understatement. He had not seen such a thing before. Women who could conjure fires to cook meat in a span of seconds was unheard of. Not even the best of cooks from the city could do such a thing.
This only added to the wonder and amazement he was acquiring after seeing who this woman was. It made him question of she was human, or where she came from more specifically.
He then watched her examine the cooked meat with a touch of her fingers and with careful deliberation she walked to his side and offered them for him to eat.
"Here… I think they're cooked enough to be edible." She said as the boy gingerly took one of the sticks and smelled them. He was hungry before all of this started after all, and seeing that this woman offered him food where others did not, made him smile for a bit before digging in.
It wasn't the best thing he had ever tasted in life, but he was damn sure that he would savor it.
The woman stood by sitting next to him as she watched him finish his meal. It was a peaceful evening after all and they could only savor the sights of the great night sky with the stars above and the calm winds blowing through them in a breeze.
For such a peaceful environment, the boy wondered if this was a dream.
After a few minutes of eating, he finished with a small burp. His stomach was full and the woman chuckled at how 'cute' the innocent boy was acting beside her. She then proceeded to wipe the excess food left on his mouth and lips with great care afterwards. A notion that made the boy equally surprised and happy with her actions.
He yearned to know more about her. Maybe even show him the face of her savior behind the veil of hair covering her stead. He wanted to know who she was exactly, and why she could do all of these things to a stranger she barely knew at all… least of all him.
"Do you feel better now?" she asked softly as she stroked his hair.
"Y-Yes…" the woman hummed in response to that as she continued to pamper him.
"You remind me of some of the children I know in E-Rantel. Headstrong kids that always asked questions about the world around them. They were far too energetic and playful unlike the girls in our orphanage. Yet I always seemed to enjoy watching them frolic as I stood by the side. They were scared at me at first, but they eventually grew accustomed to me when days and weeks pass. Some of the small ones even liked me better than my dear friend Pestonya." She laughed a bit at that sentiment as she tried to remember a past that the small boy did not understand. Yet he continued to listen to her as she talked.
The woman chuckled as she tried to reminisce.
"But I never really took mind of them that much. They love me in some capacity it seemed, but I don't know if I can return that favor. After all, the ones I only cared for were the younglings under the age of two and if we're going to be honest… as innocent as you are, the only reason I saved you is because I needed someone to talk to and a guide that would tell me where I am exactly."
The nonchalant and casual way she delivered that sentence made him flinch and freeze on spot. She had to be joking right? For a moment there the woman's intentions turned a bit sinister on his perspective. She then continued to laugh as if it was a funny joke…
The boy awkwardly smiled back.
"None of that matters now I guess… I've used so much of my own resources to help you. Would be a shame if I left you to die there after all. You have worth in some capacity and I really need your help."
"O-Okay."
The woman hummed pleasantly at his response as she continued to stroke and comb his hair. He was not as comfortable as before but he decided to stay still.
"You must be confused as to what type of help I'm asking you… right?" the boy nodded again with a bit of fear in his voice as he saw the bloodied doll next to her. The woman seemed to pick this up as she giggled at him. "Oh sweet boy, don't worry… no harm will come to you. I did say that you were my guest and by the Supreme One's name I promise to keep you safe."
"Really?" he asked. The woman then held on to his small hand with a reassuring squeeze and a toothy smile behind the veil of hair that covered her face. It may have looked strange and scary at first, but these sort of events were already bizarre and he was not sure what the woman would do should he disagree with her intentions.
"You don't have to worry a thing Pyp." She said in a caring way… making the boy feel a bit of comfort to seep into his heart. No one had ever called him with that name in such a manner. It made his confused feelings over the woman to fester.
"Now before we continue… I am lost in this place. Could I ask where we are supposedly? I can't seem to make my magic work at full capacity yet… but with how the environment looks like, I'm not really sure where I am exactly." She said as she looked around before looking back at the boy.
"W-We're in King's Landing. That's what people in the city call it." he replied.
"King's Landing? Is the city part of the former Re-Estize Kingdom?"
The boy looked at her in confusion.
"With that look of yours, I suppose not… hmm, this is a bigger problem than I anticipated. I don't think we're at the Argland Council State either. As I remember Lord Ainz had affairs to deal with the Dragon Lords up north. I haven't seen Nazarick that active back then ever since the days of the Great Raid. I was posted in E-Rantel to safeguard the city along with a few others…"
Dragons?
Great Raid?
Nazarick?
Such words were foreign to him. Some of them he had heard in a few tales from people that sang of the old Targaryens, but the other words were far too foreign and new to him to understand what exactly she was saying.
"I could see a coastline as well. This wouldn't be the Draconic Kingdom with the Queen that had Dragon Blood in her veins. I was aware that my sister Albedo managed to stabilize the region, making them a vassal of the Sorcerer Kingdom through Lord Ainz's help."
She kept on talking about these… places and words that he had not heard before. He could simply sit there and listen as she tried to discern where exactly she was.
"I don't think this it he Holy Kingdom as well. Neia would have found me and I wouldn't be in this situation at all… but I guess, I'll take your word for it. This is a new place, yes? King's Landing was its name as you told me, but where exactly am I?"
The boy tried to think with the limited knowledge he knew about the city's history and stature. But there was one thing that was a constant from all the conversations he heard.
"I-I heard people call these lands Westeros…"
"Westeros?" she asked as he nodded. She put a finger her hand close to her mouth in contemplation and pondering as she tried to piece together what her situation was. As she continued to think on her own, the boy decided that it was his turn to ask a question… he hoped that she could answer.
He managed to poke her hand to garner her attention. She was interrupted from her thoughts as she saw the boy looking on to her with need.
"What is it?"
"W-Who are you? And what happened to you?"
Silence permeated after as the woman stared at him with those large bloodshot-eyes.
A second later she turned to the fire as she tried to recall the events that brought her here.
"It's a long story Pyp. I don't understand it as well. I have no clue what exactly happened to me nor why I was sent here. The last thing I could recall was a blinding flash of light and the next thing I remember I was here in the forest with what little items were left in my own being. I struggled to use what little MP I had left to call for someone or signal my home so that they would know where I am…"
She looked at her hand before closing it into a fist.
"But my magic is depleted… or maybe something is interfering with it in this place. I don't have any answers yet to give so I am as lost as you are in this situation."
"B-But before that… you told me there was something before that happened." the boy continued.
"Oh… do you mean to say the state of the Sorcerer Kingdom before I experienced the white flash? Well, there isn't much to say but that everyone was busy with the plan in regards to the Council State. I wasn't part of the inner circle of Nazarick when they pieced that strategy… but I do know that most of the tomb was mobilized because I found information about the Dragon Lords that seemed to trouble Lord Ainz directly." She looked at the boy who took all of this information with a confused state.
"I didn't have the specifics of it, but I do know that it involved Wild Magic that they possessed. After that, I was brought back to my duties in E-Rantel and the flash occurred hours later…"
"A-And you woke up here?"
The woman nodded at him as she stared into the fire.
At first glance, to most people they would call her delusional. Talking about dragons, magic, Lords and places that he was not sure if they existed at all, yet the tone of her voice was adamant and held no lies in them. It made him wonder what the woman truly was… and if she was human at all.
"You don't believe me do you?" she suddenly asked.
The boy was about to defend himself until the woman shushed him.
"I think I see the problem of my situation now. If you think my words are that of a fool… then perhaps my fears were correct."
She looked at the boy with realization.
"W-What do you mean?" he said with a small voice of fear.
"Young Pyp… I think I'm lost in another world entirely, and if that is the case… then how will I find my way back?" her voice was close to breaking and was nearing into a deep seething sadness.
A soft silence was shared between them as the woman stared into the sky.
Depression loomed over her as the boy felt her sadness. He gingerly placed a comforting hand on top of hers as she continued to gaze into the stars.
"Lord Ainz… forgive me." She closed her eyes, if she could she would have teared up by now but she was not created to have such gifts. She could merely imagine the faces of the ones lost to her as she pondered what to do next. "My sisters… my dear friends. I hope you are all well."
Nigredo, oldest of the three sisters in Nazarick sat there beside a boy she did not know in anguish.
Silence was the only comforting thing left in her world now…
If there was no way back, then there was no purpose left for her to begin with…
What was she to do now?
TO BE CONTINUED…
AN: To me, Nigredo is an underrated character. So she was one of the first choices in my list to place in a known city or area in Planetos. I liked the idea of someone that looked entirely like a monster but acted in contrast to that. Sure, she only directly cares for babies, but she was one of the two NPCs that regarded the safety of innocent people. Originally this chapter was supposed to showcase a much more sadder fate for the boy, but I think I'm going to develop them a bit more further into the plot to make their relationship more meaningful... and tragic. We all know that the NPCs have character development, and if Sebas is any indication, I want Nigredo to have one too. I won't say much of where the plot goes from here with her position in the story, but do take note that she is a vastly important character when the cards are set for Planetos to know that these guys are here.
Also, with the small clues I left, I think you get a small ghist of what this situation is and why these characters are scattered all throughout. To those of you asking that if the entire tomb is in this, and if Ainz is here... then I would reiterate that YES. They are here. All of them. We're in the introductory stage after all. I'm setting up these characters to where they need to be so when the main plot moves, you would all get a good sense of where this all goes to.
Lastly... I'm in celebration of the fandom today! Across all fandoms. Love or Hate Zack Snyder, the news of the Snyder-Cut is a big thing for every fandom as it means that these big-dick corporations are willing to listen to the fans if we push them enough. This could mean a lot going forward after all! Maybe we can get a remake of Seasons 7-8 of Game of Thrones in the future, or better yet a better studio for the Overlord Anime adaptation. I know these are mostly pipe dreams... but, it's never a crime to dream right? Haha.
Leave a Review like always and tell me what you guys think. If you have questions and suggestions, PM me or send a review as I always read them. :)
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