|Tales of the World: Rule of Herons
Author: Mitsuki Horenake PM
Kiryll Nightroad is a young man suffering from amnesia, but blessed to be surrounded by those who willingly defend him from those who want to use his power. However, there's a new problem...and it's not from the Hunters.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Chapters: 76 - Words: 181,474 - Reviews: 101 - Favs: 33 - Follows: 19 - Updated: 12-08-11 - Published: 05-06-09 - id: 5043933
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The next few missions that they did with him allowed them to see just how much Kiryll had changed. While he used to calmly scan the area and do a lot of backflips to save his time while obliviously stating that he wouldn't have a clue what was going on (yeah, total lie there), he would now attack aggressively and with a lot of screaming and roaring. His Personas would come every single five seconds, and it was really starting to annoy the others. Kyle couldn't help but be worried during one mission when they had to exterminate a bunch of monsters in Zaphias.
"Hey, Kiryll!" He headed forward. "Are you sure you're all right?"
"Of course I'm all right." Kiryll turned back to him. "What makes you think I'm not?"
"Well…me and Stahn were talking about it for a while and…he mentioned how Persona summoning was a big pain on the body in general, so…" He turned to him. "Are you sure you're all right?"
"I'm fine. I'm the exception here." He stated. "Remember? I have the Cruxis Crystal that makes me completely immune to this."
"You used to trust me. What happened?"
Two things shocked him at that moment. One: he would never say something like that to anyone, not even to a child. Two: he remembered being with Kyle. His memory was coming back to him. That alone made Kyle let him go and allow him to continue. Sure, he almost destroyed the castle…wait, what?
In fact, his memory was the only thing that was keeping the old Kiryll alive. Nothing else was the same. He looked like he was suspecting everyone, never hesitated to jump into a battle, and apparently didn't like being with anyone unless he had a good memory of them. He never hung out with Norma despite remembering her, and that caused a bit of concern to everyone.
"Don't worry about it. Douchebag syndrome is probably common with amnesia victims." Harold laughed.
"That's true, I guess." Norma sighed. "But I have a friend who had amnesia once…and she was nice. Nothing compared to this."
"She was a woman. That's why."
Norma couldn't help but laugh at that statement, allowing Harold to laugh with her. That was true, she had other friends that were just as worried. He never talked to them like they used to, even Yuri (and they were best friends). She nodded and stood up.
"Thanks. I think I have enough in my head to know I need it cleaned up." She laughed. "I should go on a mission."
"You want me to come with?"
"I'll probably do a small one, like make or carry something." Norma answered. "I won't do anything too dangerous."
"All right." Harold leaned back. "Be careful."
She nodded as she turned and headed out of the lobby with that mentality in mind. As she passed the sleeping quarters, she heard a thud from inside one of the rooms. She turned and knocked on the door about five seconds later.
"Are you all right in there?" She called.
"Y-yeah, I'm fine." The voice answered from inside. "Thank you for being worried."
"Are you sure? Can I come in and make sure?"
She slowly opened the door and saw Aeter on his knees, his hands shaking and trying to hide it by covering himself by his wings. He had been like that ever since Kiryll started taking missions again. He would always find himself drained of energy during random moments of the day, sometimes to the point where he wouldn't be able to use his senses.
"Do you want to join a mission with me?"
"Eh? Oh, sure." Aeter stood up. "I hope that you don't mind me in this condition…"
"We're going to do something small, that's all." She answered. "I chose to create a few swords for a group of mercenaries."
"Just steel, right?"
"Yes, of course. That's all they can afford."
"All right…I've done it before." He smiled. "Just lead the way to the forging room."
Norma nodded as she watched him rise to his feet. He looked so majestic in the way that he stood, and smiled as she quietly walked in front of him. It worried her how slow he walked as she headed further down the stairs. It was like escorting an old fart into his house.
"Norma? Why are you going that way? It's that way."
"Eh? Oh, right. Thanks."
She stared at him for a few minutes before walking forward toward the room, seeing Aeter walking slowly behind her with a patient smile on his face. After a few minutes, Norma walked into the room and flipped open the crafting menu for working.
"Can you get that furnace over there working?"
"Yes, of course."
Norma started fixing up the menu to make enough swords, happy that the mechanical geniuses have made something that crafting newcomers such as…Aeter? That's when she realized that the furnace needed a code in order to boot up in the first place.
"Aeter, do you need any he-"
She turned her head and realized that the furnace was already working, and Aeter was staring at her, waiting for her to input the command. Norma blinked for a few minutes before deciding to start it up anyway. And she wondered why people want them to do simple jobs.
"Are you always working like this?"
"No." She answered. "I just needed a break from all the big jobs I've been taking."
"You've been fighting a lot, haven't you?"
"That's my job. That's all our job, really."
"You don't look like one who'd fight. You look more like one a fighter would go to."
"To sell something."
"Are you saying that I look like a merchant?"
"Is that so bad? They make the world go round."
"Please. You're talking about our government."
"Well, most of the kings these days aren't that bad." Aeter blinked. "Most of them."
"Yeah, I guess that's true. You've heard of the huge rush of people looking for the Prince of Sylvarant, right?"
"I've only heard some rumors, like the Star Order is desperate to get a hold of him." He answered. "They never said why, though."
"It's best you don't get completely involved right now. Being that you don't have a Cruxis Crystal, trying to find him will just add too much stress on you."
"…if you insist…"
"Speaking of which, how are you still alive?"
"Your Cruxis Crystal. You don't have one. I've seen some of the herons here lose crystals and get close to dying almost five minutes in." Norma glared. "Unless you're not a real heron at all."
"I'm a heron, really."
"But you're not dying of…whatever kills herons. Unless the Vanguard did something to you, there's no way you can be a heron. What's your story?"
"You don't need to know that now."
"Because it's completely uninteresting."
"Yes, it must be interesting!"
Aeter was about to laugh when he suddenly started screaming in pain. Norma froze as he dropped to his knees, the wings on his back shrinking and the aura in the room tensing as if there was too much mana in the room. Five seconds later, the aura quickly dissipated and ran dry, almost as if it never existed in the first place. She looked back to him.
"Are you all right…?"
"…yeah. I must've passed out…" He stood up. "Sorry about that…"
Norma was about to react when she saw that the machine was done. She decided that he was able to drop the subject now…but not soon enough.
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"You didn't have to go all out, Kiryll. The guy practically fell in defeat when you showed up."
"I'm sorry, Stahn. But I can't help myself. I'm leaking with mana, remember?"
The three of them looked at Kiryll as he walked into the ship, staring at Yuri and Arche for a minute before remembering that he was hungry and headed toward the kitchen to grab something to eat. The group then continued to stare at each other in confusion.
"Kiryll's changed a lot since his reappearance." Stahn blinked. "Do you think Guede has something to do with this?"
"I say it's something more like Zachriel's doing." Arche looked at him. "He's the Descender. He can do whatever he wants on people."
"But Guede's the Persona of Emotions, remember?" Stahn pointed out. "Emotions can change a guy."
"His personality is so drastic. He's rasher, headstrong, and even a little crazy." Yuri folded his arms. "Someone's behind this, and I know for sure that it's not just one person."
"Not just one…?" Stahn blinked.
"I saw Kiryll's eyes before he battled Guede." Yuri looked at him. "He remembered everything. He had all his memories."
"But he doesn't remember them now…" Arche pointed out. "Remember the memory loss?"
"Whatever it is, it means that someone wants to make sure that Kiryll doesn't remember anything." Yuri shook his head. "If I had to venture a guess, I would say that it would have to do with his true powers as a heron."
"True powers…" Stahn tilted his head. "As a Wild Card?"
"More than that. That fight with Guede, where this whole thing started, the Descender told me something…the reason why he wouldn't let the barrier go and let us fight him."
"What did he say?"
"He said that if I knew how dangerous Kiryll really was, I would've let him die up there." Yuri folded his arms. "Zachriel's protecting something."
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