Minfauxlia, still reeling from the violence of the visions from beyond the veil of darkness, and confounded by the appearance of this masked knight, pleads again, "Who... are you?" The knight shrugs and dismisses the question. "Who I've been doesn't matter right now." With an encouraging pump of one fist, the knight counters, "But I intend to be your mentor!" Minfauxlia gasps, taking a half step away. "My what?"
The knight shrugs, hands held wide. "The way I hear it," the knight explains, "you've been having a rough time with the Scions. The rumors about two Minfilias put people on edge. The fear you. Distrust you." Minfauxlia recoils further as the knight leans in closely, confidentially, but raising a pointed finger of defiance at the sky. "The truth is, they're just scared of what they don't understand. And so are you. You don't understand it either. Why you're here. Why you're so much stronger. Why, sometimes, you feel, out at the corners of that shiny crystal light, there's also a shadow."
Minfauxlia's bewilderment is approaching a state of panic. "How do you—" she begins, but again, her confusion renders her unable to complete her question. Instead, she pleads again, "Who *are* you?" Before the knight can answer, an urgent cry rises from the alleyways of The Brume below, "Help, please! Someone! Anyone!" Minfauxlia turns reflexively to follow the sound, but the knight impedes her with a gesture. "Hold on, there, hero," the knight adminonishes her. "Who am I? I told you. I'm your mentor. I'm going to teach you what that shadow is. And how to use it."
From somewhere unseen, the knight somehow produces a steel claymore, and offers it to Minfauxlia. "And also, how to use this," the knight says expectantly. "Here, take it," the knight commands. "Head to the inn and suit up. I'll go find whatever little damsel has got her self in distress this time. You come follow me when you're ready." With that, the knight turns to descend into The Brume. "Don't keep me waiting longer, Minfauxlia," the knight commands, almost playfully. "Not after we've finally found each other."
Who is this confident knight, very much not dead, who seems to know more about #Minfauxlia than she knows about herself? Who is this desperate raven-haired soldier screaming into her mind from an infinite darkness? And why do they both feel so disturbingly familiar?
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