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“Perhaps she will never remember who I am…!” The corrupted moxyn’s voice echoed in her nightmares, again, and again, and again. Even as she tightly hugged the Lunewyrm plushie that Pantalaimon gifted her in her sleep. Even when the Spearbie that Athens gifted her would nudge her cheek to comfort her when she jolted awake. Troia wanted to drift into dreamless, quiet sleep, but she could never stop bein...

Troia and Pantalaimon stood over Athen’s medical cot. They were at an infirmary in Moonreach for xyns requiring emergency care; and, days ago, they had traveled with a small group of Knights to search and rescue missing or corrupted Xyns that could be saved and brought to Moonreach once Moonreach’s barrier was erected. Athens was found corrupted in Wingfell, where she last sent Troia away with a Moonsearch spell; and after a near-gruesome battle against Troi...

Troia could not sleep well for several nights after Yuhi’s defeat. As she tossed and turned in the cot she was allotted within the Royal Knights barracks, the corrupted moxyn’s voice and masked face haunted her, again and again, in her nightmares:  “Perhaps she will never remember who I am…!“  Those words hadn’t stopped haunting her. ...

They had lost. Troia, Versailles, and the other knights surrounded Yuhi, utterly defeated. Their queen had fallen in battle; she lay on the ground, convulsing in pain and gnashing her fangs as the gash on her leg sparked and hissed with an unknown magic, the likes of which even veteran Lullay Knights haven't seen before. The corrupted moxyn faced them, looming over Yuhi, and the strangely possessed Corruption Beasts e...

Troia stared at her reflection in the vanity mirror of her room within her mother’s noblexyn manor. Only the faint moonlight from the window subtly lit the mirror image of her masked face, together with the warmth of an ornate candelabra sitting atop the vanity’s tabletop. The dulled gold of her mask glinted in the light; but its expression remained unmoving. For a brief moment, a memory, painful and unwanted, fla...

Pantalaimon and Troia faced each other in a small clearing in a training ground of Wingfell, surrounded by streams, moss-covered rocks and trees laden with orange, red and gold leaves rustling gently in the breeze. Troia and numerous other knights-in-training had been sent to Wingfell to receive training from the local masters of martial arts in the area; and, of course, Pantalaimon insisted that they specifically accompany Troia, as usual- and no matter how har...

“Come, Troia- it’s a bit too quiet around here- let’s play tag! I bet you can’t catch me!” Pantalaimon play bowed and grinned, eagerly wagging their winged tail in Troia’s direction. Pantalaimon’s two Ophistles, Hermes and Mercury, flicked their tongues out at her as if to invite her too. “Don’t try my patience,” Troia said, flatly, and lowered her ears as if to pin them down- but it was typical fo...