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#1 [en] 

Grizabella gradually discoved the world. She walked around Atys with Divinesoul and Reiyana, taking care to avoid cities. This great expedition allowed her to learn the names of herbivorous and carnivorous creatures that inhabit Atys. She also learned hunting, talent which she was naturally gifted like others members of her family.

The Syndicates jealously guarded this new, frail and curious sister. She still had many questions and her elders answered them with great patience and attention. They hoped that her state would be permanent. What a surprise they had had when the prediction was made. The guild leader had dreamt this disturbing vision a few days before, the one in which a known enemy would take the colors of their clan. Who would have thought she would be the guardian of the gates of Fair Haven herself? Drezar spoke of this dream to Virg, Seralee and Bucshotz. They had all said it must be just a strange dream with a realistic outlook. However, this thought disturbed the guild leader long enough to concentrate raids in Tryker territory at least for a while.

It was when Virg locked eyes with a Cybele he had stunned earlier he realized that the dream was not random. He could see the fear in the face of the Guardian, something that had never occurred. The young homina was looking nervously around her with a total lack of understanding written on her face. He had hitten the back of her head so hard she had fainted. She was now lost, alone in the lion's mouth and Virg realized it...

He called Bucshotz and both Tryker followed the amnesiac who had fled the battle. She had decided that the situation was too dangerous for her and that it was better to slip away. They had no trouble finding the poor homine wandering alone on the beach. Virg asked Bucshotz to trust him and let him talk to her.

-Bucshotz: This may be a trap.
-Virg: No, believe me ... I know what I saw.

Virg understood Cybele was not her usual self. If he could only influence her a bit ... he might be able to take advantage of this situation. He spent a long time talking to her and what she told him confirmed what he thought. She couldn’t remember anything from her past. Even her speech was a bit odd. She had forgotten everything: Trykers, religions, nations, his family and even her own name...

Bucshotz left Virg and Cybele to bring news the others. Drezar's eyes widened upon hearing it and he ordered his soldiers to remain silent, waiting to find the facts by himself. Virg brought the Tryker who now wore his marauder armor and had her weapons in hand.

-Virg: Look ... I know it's difficult ... but you have to trust me ... The Syndicates are your family and we have to fight today to defend our cause to all ... Will you lend me your strength? We all need you. Then we will have the time to teach you your past and everything you need to know.

Cyble nodded and followed this homin with a sweet and reassuring voice.

-Virg: Are you afraid?

The trykette nodded and the marauder smiled tenderly to her.

-Virg: Almost the whole clan met today, we will protect you and we will be victorious. You'll never be alone anymore...

Cybele advanced timidly, fully plated, weapons in hand. On seeing her, Seralee smirked: Grizabella…where were you my sweet child...

-Cybèle: Griza ... bella? How awful ... I didn’t even remember my own name ...

Jazzy, who had lost sight of his life partner since the beginning of the fight tried to reason her. The hostile and alien being who was inside his Cybele broke his heart and he tried to understand what could have happened to her. The young homina didn’t recognize him, neither he nor the others. Still, he refused to take is weapon and hurt his love; quietly Grizabella let herself become possessed by pure adrenaline.

Grizabella rushed forth and pierced Jazzy's armor.

#2 [en] 

Grizabella closed the guild hall's doors, her ears keen to the sounds from outside. Nothing unusual happened. She sat, her back to the door.

The marauding Fyros had certainly lost his head. Either that, or he was testing her. No traitor was stupid enough to reveal his guilt that way... or was there one? Nonetheless, the tired, sincere eyes of the Fyros were easy to bring back to her mind. She wasn't under the impression he was lying, but such words were... disquieting.

Nizyros : Instead of killing everything in sight, we should get help from the neutrals so we can overcome the Powers. As long as I live, you won't hurt Pom!

-Grizabella : The years have made you crazy, leader of the Forces Obscures.

-Nizyros : The years have turned me into a realist... you don't know it yet. You just came by.


He kept on talking, even bringing into question the legitimacy of the pink haired rebel among them. She had kept her blood cold all along, but that was too much.


-Nizyros : I say the truth. Sorry for my bluntness, but I'm getting old.

-Grizabella : You're obviously old. You verge onto senility.

-Nizyros : You don't even know why you became a marauder!

The Tryker wasn't listening anymore. She was calm again and was intent on making him lose his temper. She came close to him, sliding an arm around his waist, a hand in his hair, and whispered : Your ramblings will kill you, old Fyros...
She smiled and kissed him on the forehead.

-Grizabella : You can't stop me. Accept it.

The homin scowled and answered : Don't forget who I am!
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