[centre][h3][color=gray][u]Fae Nikia[/u][/color][/h3][/centre]

	He heard mumbles from all around as soon as the group had settled into his humble abode. It was a name he could call it. Nostalgia and melancholy spurted from the walls and drowned his vision with everlasting memories. It was a trip to be cherished, and feared, with connotations of good and bad times to surface the shadows they'd hidden within. Fae was indeed where he belonged, where he had trained to live and cope. This was the habitat for himself, the master of the Ring Forest. The darkness of the hideout acted as a screening area, for where light shadow puppets of flashbacks could be projected onto the walls and floors. The show of what he'd been through here kept recalling over and over. It was bliss. It was until he was pulled back into the reality he should be living in.

	She returned. The girl, the woman. He hadn't learnt her name still. Remarkable. To think he'd learnt more of her own team than herself was quite a peculiar way of making allies, or enemies. She had done a standard cough to grab his attention, which had indeed worked. The silence he was gifted with was easily broken, but by all good measures. First, there came the gratitude. This, indeed, surprised Fae. In all honesty, it touched his soul and heart. To hear, after all these years spent working in the low-life area trying to fight a secret war, and to finally get gratitude from revealing himself as a subject of the realm...It made him smile slightly. It was a genuine smile. Not a cheeky, confident or friendly one...One of self-pride. That sense to thank the person back without any need of words. It was a simple emotion, but one that spoke more than any adviser could. She then began asking questions...Well, hinting towards them. It was about time that Fae would give her what he bargained for. That is fair...

[color=Gray][b]"Right...I can already answer those questions without even the need to be asked..."[/b][/color] He took a deep breath. This was the first time he'd be speaking to an outsider about this. Whether it would benefit him, or not, was out of his own control. He could only pray against the latter.

[color=Gray][b]"More than ten years ago, during my child/teenhood era, there was something that lived throughout history, and will do forever. I'm sure you heard of what the Thalburn were dealing with in the papers of the realm, the heralds of the streets. Rebellion, they would cry, correct? Not many believed it, but those who did...Well they weren't half blessed with good-will, I'll tell you that...The Ty' Un Rebellion, Fighters of the Old Tongue, as our opposition nicknamed us. We were led by a man of the name Sarkath, very infamous. The Thalburn had been exposed for their exploits in their lower citizens. The oppressive nature gave us a cause. We were to get as much corruption in the Realm as we could, or die trying...Through Unity and Strength..."[/b][/color]

	He paused, trying not to get too patriotic about his pause. Though she herself did not look bored, but more like a child listening to a story, he was sure to not take any chances. A good connection to those living in his house would be the better way to start things off, especially after what they saw him do in MiddleSeed. Why was he telling her this? Well...His mission was out of the way, to get the documents and messages over to the Alfheim. If he were to die doing what happens next, then he'd have died knowing he did right.

[color=gray][b]"Heralds of different places depicted us differently. A religious cause, some said...Military strength, another. We were more than that. We were a bond of Magi and Humans alike, settling differences aside to conflict the largest danger in our very time. The war and oppression between man and magi was more than enough to bind us together. We took advantages of our strengths, weaponry, knowledge and powers. This allowed us to become a valuable asset against the Thalburn, and other factions that aligned with them. Rebellion of old Tongue is named for our speciality. We are all taught in an old Language that Sarkath used to first build the army up in secrecy. Vy Nu, my own name in the tongue, set me into my own individual spot. An army of many religions, cultures and races...But with one banner to follow. What we fought for was to be given back to rightful leaders before the days of oppression...Well, it was going to be like that...The Battle of Two Confrontations, I'm sure you've heard of that. Eight years ago, it was....I was there, after the Settlement Campaign that kicked it all off. Inside the Thalburn walls, everyone outside was almost slaughtered...Including Faran, the catalyst for this introduction we share..."[/b][/color]

	He paused once more. Reminding himself of the massacre from either side, it was difficult to think about. How his partner and friend, Isiah, was cut down by the ruthless captain. The one's who wore special armour and handled special weapons, and hunted down the largest of threats. The ones...Like the Hunters of MiddleSeed. He questioned his chance of survival knowing they knew about him now...Fae did not want to think about the massacre anymore. It was haunting his expression.

[color=Gray][b]"Faran was a friend of mine, still is...He is a good man, just...He's different. He was a headline hero for the Ty' Un rebellion, his Magi abilities with the art of the Fire Pike made him a formidable opponent. It's what saved him in the end, as well. He still fights publicly...Trying to show that the Thalburn and its associates can still be damaged, even without the large force that we once had. What happened at MiddleSeed...It was just his sign, unfortunately he had to do it during my time there."[/b][/color]

	Fae turned, now looking up from his desk. He could feel her eyes burn into the back of his skull without moving, listening to every detail stated. She wanted answers, this woman, and she was determined to get the ones she wanted.

[color=Gray][b]"That woman you saw me kill...She must've been a part of a Thalburn force more secretive than the regular Expeditionary Force or Guards Regiment...She attacked me anyway, so I reacted. I've been living in MiddleSeed for a long time, trying to hide myself from the Thalburn, right under their noses. I don't even know how many numbers of us there are, but what I do know is where to find them and raise the awareness of their need again. That letter...The one I gave your friend, was a documented piece of evidence regarding the Thalburn Settlement Operations, the expansion of their kingdom, and a possible declaration of war against the other cities and Kingdoms of this realm. It also contains a completed document, explaining the mechanics of their firearms. The musketeers, remember? We salvaged parts and sent them over in secrecy, about ten villages did. We might be able to develop our own firearm team before the end of the week or so...Depends if they make it or not."[/b][/color]

	He unsheathed the hatchet still in his sheath. Taking it out, he rubbed a finger across the blade to ensure it was still in its sharpest form. Either way, the groggy finger left the metal, and he placed it down beside the candle. Sitting up straight, he looked at her once more. Perhaps...He could get some answers herself.

[color=Gray][b]"Look...I know how everyone else feels about me, how you'd feel. Suspicion, scepticism, worry...It's been easy to see that...Your expressions, low conversations 'out-of-sight' and that thirst to find out more. I don't want to be seen as any hostile to you, but if that is how you feel, I can respect you for doing so...But either way...Who exactly are you? I've heard them calling you Ris, but you said you go by many names before..."[/b][/color]