This doesn't even make any sense, Vi thought. Both of us seem to be thinking we're telling the truth, but why? The old man is stubbornly crazy, and I'm crazily stubborn. Might as well―874Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMnilRP3Kxy
Through this small, barred window I can see... it's snowing outside. Have I been here this long? Vi thought, I remember the new petals amongst flowers, and now they're already dead? Cruel. Cruel, indeed. To believe that such a beautiful sight has fallen to frost, that such as wonderful memory has been tainted by prison. Vi could barely remember the scenes of his last raid or highjack. By now, the old man has killed nearly all of the brigands and bandits that Vi called brothers and sisters.874Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPGpPM3rLM8
Oh, but the old man, Vi continued in his mind, He and I have agreed that I shouldn't die until we find who is correct in the matter of my mother's death. Still, I am perplexed. The Northeastman that follows the old man around has spoken to me a few times, in a small whisper in my mind. Of course, he actually just whispers his voice and amplifies it towards my direction, as he has told me, but that's beside the matter. He has said that we, the old man and me, are both believing ourselves correct, or at least we give off that aura or something that a Magon can detect. He also said something about me being too 'special to lose', but he wouldn't say what about or why. Strange people, the Northeasterners. I still believe them to be horrible, but that man is the only company that speaks kindly to me in this prison. The only other company is the old man, torturer, and guards. Just mind that the guards are usually a kind bunch, only they’re husks of men no loner intent on staying the oppression of Magon.874Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFGHjbwl7pW
Now that the Northeastman speaks to him, Vi constantly receives lighter kicks than before, just about the kind of kick that would take a normal man some effort, and many apologies. Dei is completely oblivious to the Northeastman's quiet talks with Vi, and seems to still be satisfied with the pain his son receives.874Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpAZohR5oxK
Huh? That old man had the guards take Deron out of the prison just now, Vi thought, and I don't think it will end well for him.874Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEU4a7Csvz0
Damn Magon! A hate for those animals runs deep in me, Vi thought, but yet there’s nothing I can do! Not even my body can move or voice a protest while they walk away, dragging my friend away. They’re... going away from the torture chamber, towards the other way. So they must be planning on killing him, then. Damn cruel fate, but a good release from this hellish prison.874Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS88OUk2Lsw
Has the fight for Nigon become a lost cause, like the guards roaming this prison? I wouldn’t want that, Vi exclaimed in his weary mind, no Nigon should want that! And where in the gods’ spirits are the Freirs?! Have they even left the world now, onto the Heavens?! We need answers! We need them!
Minutes of silent contemplation. No answer, Vi told himself, Never an answer. Are they cowards now? The loss of one war makes them cowards? Gah, damn. Asking questions won’t help now, you stupid bandit. What would help is actual thought. This prison has clouded my mind. What I need to think of are logical answers for myself. Reasoning to find a way out of this place. I have been too accepting of this prison! I’ll get out, or should I be damn otherwise.
Perhaps I should find those Westerners once I free myself? Vi pondered again, They would be helpful with directions to that Vinrea settlement. All I’ve heard is that there’s the remnants of the last Freir battle there. A good place to start. Or, wait, perhaps I could seek refuge with the Rutsk Fort Highwaymen? They’re our strongest ally, though they stay holed up and rarely raid like any traditional brigand.
Vi began his plan of action. After leaving the prison: find the Westerners, asking for directions. They have a deep religion, so if I say I’m a pilgrim, they would likely help. Afterwards, travel to Rutsk Fort and introduce myself as Vi Eslient. Many bandits know of my rebellion and my Eslient blood; the hair helps to signify that, too, as much as I wouldn’t like to say. With the highwaymen, I can aid them with crushing any Magon. Maybe make my way to Bolinwood county, where Nigon are viewed vastly different than in Eslientia due to the cultural rule, versus Eslientia’s military rule. The Fort is a large barrier between the two countries, so I have to make it there first.
Once I find my way to Bolinwood, Vi concluded, I’d find a trustworthy traveler to take me to the West. Once there, I could find the blue hair I’m looking for. The Freirs. With what’s happened to me so far and with all the horrible people I’ve encountered here, blue hair wouldn’t be so bad to see these days.
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