Solo Broken Reflections

[Savio]

1st of Fall, 513AV

Savio stepped outside of the school and into the crisp air of twilight. The stars above twinkled and sparkled, as though they danced for their beloved Leth who was starting to rise from his daytime slumber. The young acrobat shivered slightly and was glad that he had decided to wear his thicker, long sleeved green tunic over his thin shirt. The dusk was quiet except for the sound of crickets and the occasional sound that came from the Aperture. He knew that the school grounds were somewhat safe from most of the beasts of the aperture; thanks to the glyphs on the walls that surround the school.

The acrobat then easily scaled the side of the building, pulling himself on top of the roof so that he could get a better look at the night sky. He half expected to see Ximal up here, but he was not. Savio had seen the man up here before in the early mornings or in the evenings before it got too dark, perhaps to meditate or to relax. His absence was felt strongly in the school. More so after the Aperture incident not too long ago. Ximal never came back to the school, and what had happened to his two students had been in vain.

Savio sighed as he sat down on the chilled tiles, resting his arms on his bent knees. Today had been the first day of the season. It was hard to believe that Savio had spent a whole season away from home. Many things had happened to him since he exited those protective stone walls of Syliras. He had been bullied, chased, wounded, bruised, scarred, scared, and pushed to his breaking point many times. Yet he had also learned many things and made many new friends and acquaintances. He wasn’t entirely the same person he was at the beginning of the season. He had changed, and perhaps matured a little. He had endured.

Now, he sat upon the roof of the place he currently called home. He couldn’t help but go over the events of this summer. He had entered the city in hopes of finding Ximal, to train and become stronger. The task had proved to rather difficult, since Ximal eluded him time and time again. He had also gotten his first job outside of working for his family, and had become quite good at it. On that thought, I need to pick up my seasonal wages from the Bureau when I finish my routes for the day. Savio mused silently to himself.

Savio then thought back to all of the other events of the season; meeting Seryk, running from Žarko, and then that thing at the Warfields… Savio shivered at the memory of that. And then he was finally able to meet Ximal and train at is school after passing the man’s test. He made friends with his fellow student and met the other teachers of the school, Revy and Bones. The following days were all filled with hard training and bruises but he was stronger because of it. He had a hunger for the perfection of his abilities that he could not sate.

[Savio]

Savio was roused from his meditations when he felt as though he was not alone. He looked around curious as to who had joined him to see no one. A nervous chuckle escaped his lips and he turned his head back…

To find a woman sitting right next to him.

Savio nearly jumped out his skin was he scrambled back away from the purple clad woman with a shout of surprise. She was looking over the school; her expression was unreadable because she was completely covered from head to toe in purple robes. Savio stared wide eyed up at her, unsure of what to do or say. He had heard of something like her… What was she called? The violet woman? The fuchsia girl? The Lady in Purple… Savio gulped as he inched away from her even more. She turned to head to look at him, or at least, he thought she was looking at him. A chill went down his spine that had nothing to do with the cool air.

She just sat there, silently staring until Savio heard a loud sound of in the distance. His head jerked in that direction, but when he looked back… She was gone. The young acrobat gulped before clambering down from the roof and rushed into the school. He was going to inform the teachers of what he saw, and he was going to barricade himself in his room and pretend it was just a horrible nightmare.

And he was never EVER going to set food outside when it was dark ever again. Ever…

[Balderdash]

Delicious rewards! Happy days and jubilation!

Skill	XP Awarded
Meditation	3
Philosophy	4

Lores: Nyka’s A Regular Wringer, Syliras Isn’t All That Amazing Really, Sweet Delicious Memories, Close Encounters Of The Purple Kind, She Comes With A Message

Items and Consequences: Savio now fears the night.



D'awww... It was all sort of sweet... Then it went to hell. Fun fun fun!

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