Szeth Pancakes

Arekon growled, unsheathing his swords and lunging at the Mystic. What kind of Blighted sorcery did he just use in Ne’ik? I’ve never seen him taken down so easily.

Ne’ik screamed for a second, then everything went black.

Ne’ik yelped, tripping. He tried to regain his balance, but quite ungracefully fell onto the pavement face-first.

“What.” If this kid burns down my house… “And, yeah, I have a few other bases we can access. I’ll take you to the Prait’s Hill one; I don’t feel like sleeping in a hovel right now.”

Ne’ik cursed, running faster. He looked behind him to see Arekon hot on his tail, and the Mystics not far behind. “Blight,” he said breathlessly, “I’d almost forgotten about them.” “Who are they?” “Mystics. Just were holding me captive.” “Blight, Ne’ik. You always did seem to get yourself into trouble, didn’t you?”

Szeth popped in to say hello, then disappeared.

*wins* *leaves*

Velen snorted at that remark. “Why?” they asked, opening a closet and shrugging on a clean jacket.

You can have it. My MR is not quite ready, so I think I’ll just run my QF over break and run that sometime over the summer.

Whoof this is complicated aw storm it I’ll join

“I… no! Why… why would you even thi-” “Ne’ik, that you, buddy?” “Blight!” he hissed. “I’ve gotta go. Come with if you want.” Without waiting for a response, he bolted down the street.

Just then, Velen burst through the hatch. “Tip! Oh, good, you’re here. Come on; we’re going to meet my new friend.”

I just saw the comic, and was like… yeah. But that… that could be a theory.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Ne'ik looked to see what the noise was, still darting through the street, but couldn't spy anything of significance. He turned back towards where he was going, and promptly slammed into a hooded figure. He reached for his blades instinctually, and upon realizing they weren't there, fell into a fighting stance. "Where the Blight did you come from?" Ne'ik asked as the stranger drew two long, gleaming swords from scabbards hidden beneath their cloak. They fell into a fighting stance that was somehow... familiar to Ne'ik. No, it couldn't be... Don't get your hopes up, Ne'ik. They're dead. All of them. "Ne'ik?" the stranger gasped, throwing back their hood and revealing a face that was strikingly similar to Ne'ik's. "Ary?" The man - Arekon - quickly sheathed his blades, and the two brothers embraced. "I thought you were dead, Ne'ik!" "I thought you were dead!" Ne'ik stepped back, grinning. "What about Mom? Dad? Anyone else from the compound?" Arekon slowly shook his head, and Ne'ik sighed. He felt the pain of their loss, which he'd forced back into the deepest reaches of his mind, resurface. An unbidden tear slipped down his cheek. "Ne'ik," Arekon said, his voice suddenly cold. "I saw something, when the compound was being attacked by those..." the man shuddered, unable to finish his sentence. "Anyway, I saw what you did. And I want you to tell me that it's not what I thought I saw." "W-what do you mean?" Ne'ik stepped back further, frowning. "Ary, you're scaring me a bit here. What do you think I did?" "I... um..." Arekon shuddered. "I thought I saw something. It was probably nothing. I mean..." "Ary, please be straight with me here." "Ne'ik. You were surrounded by the heathens, there was a building on fire, and I thought I saw you... reaching out with that fire and burning them. I was... probably delusional. I mean, you couldn't be a..." "I'm- I don't-" Now Ne'ik was the one stuttering. "Ne'ik, now you give it to me straight here. Are you a Mystic?"

Ne’ik slid along the streets, avoiding notice from passers-by, of which there were few at this time of the morning. [will edit more in; later? Idk but stay tuned]

Without another word, Ne’ik ran off into the night.

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