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high up in the heavens,
and will outlive.
â Parents slaughtered before his eyes
Caim was born into the royal family of the small country of Caerleon. His father, King Gaap was loved by the people for his open nature; but when Caim was 18, tragedy occurred. In the midst of their pleasant harmony, the black dragon attacked the Gaap family. Caim's parents were slaughtered before his eyes. Having lost their exalted king, Caerleon could no longer keep up the appearance of a nation, and it was not long before the country collapsed.
â Close friend Inuart and younger sister Furiae
Inuart, son of a noble named Ibris, as both a close friend and a rival in fencing, was closely associated with the family. However, Inuart and his sister Furiae fell in love, and after the two became engaged, the relationship between the three began to sour. Hidden within Furiae's heart, her changing feelings pained Inuart. The pure white thread the three had spun now twisted, would soon be dyed in blood.
â Gaining an unparalleled sword technique
Caim's father, Gaap, was known as one of a long line of sword masters descended from the royal family. Having shown extraordinary ability with the sword at a young age, he trained under his father's guidance, and quickly mastered his swordsmanship abilities. But, after his father's death and the mark's appearance on Furiae, for the now isolated Caim, it was as if some dark and evil karma had lodged itself in his sword. With that strict fighting style, relentlessly slaughtering his opponents, he was exactly like a demon of battle. His smile was reflected on the surface of the bloody sword.
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When did the gears first deviate from their course..?
It was not something Caim could ask himself. Surrounded by his strict yet caring father, his kind mother, and his sweet and lovely younger sister, he lead a happy life in those days. His childhood friend and swordfighting rival, Inuart, eventually became his brother-in-law. Someday he would succeed his father in governance of the kingdom of Caerleon, and he'd appoint Inuart onto his staff--he held dreams such as this.
However, for the Caim of today, there is nothing.
In retrospect, the incident that occurred the day before that terrible tragedy could very well have been an omen. During their usual sword practice, Inuart accidentally managed to injure Caim. Fortunately it was a shallow wound, and Caim laughed it off as his friend's enthusiasm for their training.
But Furiae did not. She scolded Inuart with a surprisingly threatening attitude, and the defeated Inuart, with an unpleasant look on his face, took his leave of the place. Although glad, Furiae's brother was inwardly troubled. Well, maybe I should talk with her about it later-- So thinking, Caim led his younger sister - who was so worried it seemed she would burst into tears any moment - back into the castle. However, the complex look he'd seen in Inuart's eyes as he left, was something that the Caim of this moment had no reason to understand.
And the next day, the tragedy occurred.
That spectacle was something he would probably never be able to forget. His father's body being slowly crunched between the ugly teeth of the black dragon that had suddenly attacked the castle, his mother's body easily pierced by its gigantic claws-- all of this happened in the blink of an eye. Having accomplished its goal, the black dragon glanced at Caim and his sister, before calmly flying away from that place.
Caim howled. And he continued to raise his voice as he howled to the point his lungs would surely give out. How long he stayed like this is unknown. Suddenly coming back to himself, Caim saw by his side, overwhelmed with surprise and despair, Furiae was standing in a daze, having forgotten how to scream or to cry. Caim pulled her into an embrace. He noticed then that Furiae was trembling all over, and hugged her even tighter--
Six years have passed since then. His family, friends, and home, they no longer exist. Caim has nothing now but daily combat. With unaffected determination, he kills his opponents. The thrill of battle helps him forget reality. Now, "revenge" has for Caim become an excuse with which to kill his opponents. Anger flows throw his body. And always, his heart is empty as the void.
A canary having no spiritSex: Male
of sharing will kill time
â His close friend since childhood, Caim
His father Ibris, coming and going from the country of Caerleon, had gained great trust from King Gaap. As his son, Inuart had the privilege of being brought up from childhood as if he and Caim were brothers, to the extent that he even had sword training under Gaap himself. However, when it came to inherent skill, he was not once able to beat Caim with a sword. He made friends with Caim's sister Furiae as well, and before they knew it the two had fallen in love.
â His former fiancee, Furiae
Once the king learned that they'd fallen in love, the two became engaged. But from that moment on, the bonds of their friendship began to fray. Inuart desired to monopolize Furiae for himself, while Furiae, who adored her brother, refused to be parted from Caim. After Gaap's death, when she chose on her own volition to leave on a journey with Caim, Inuart's sense of loss became stronger than ever before.
â The harpist known for his beautiful voice
Inuart's swordsmanship was no match for Caim's, but there was one thing he could be proud of. The facility with which he performed on his harp, and his singing. His songs were soothing to hear, charming Furiae's heart. However, when it seemed Caim and Furiae had fallen into poverty with Gaap's death, instead of songs and the like, he began to wish for power with which to support the two. Before he knew it, that thought began to weigh on him deep down inside.
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In the moonlight shining through the window of his room, a solitary young man was lost in thought. The young man, with his lean and well-trained body, good looks and longish red hair, was a great man who could certainly arrest the eyes of all the women he passed by in town. However, contrary to his awe-inspiring, manly appearance, his thoughts were sunk into a dark depression.
He wanted to go back to that time. Caim treated him with affection, without an atom of regard for the difference in social statuses. And Furiae was always beside the two, smiling softly at the two. Hampered by the weight of his furiously beating heart, he stumbled over his words countless times in an attempt to confess his love, and when Furiae responded with a blush, he felt as if he had risen to heaven. Everything shone in those days.
However - something began to change after that horrific tragedy. With Caim having closed off his heart after his parents were killed before his eyes, Furiae worried over her brother, to the point that whenever she and Inuart were together her mind was in another place entirely.. Inuart, in order to be helpful to them where he could, helped his father Ibris - who had taken over administrative duties - in his work. Despite this, a year after Gaap's death, Ibris died of illness. The three people he had left behind in adversity thus decided to leave the country.
The grief at the loss of his father was great, but within Inuart's heart was the secretively joyful thought "This way I can finally be together with Furiae" - but his expectations failed when the hard reality was thrust before him. Rather than being Inuart's fiancee, Furiae chose to stay with her brother Caim. While he accepted this with apparent calmness, Inuart was inwardly shaken and discouraged to an immeasurable degree. "Why must she choose Caim over me!" Inuart's heart was filled with whirling jealousy, and as he cursed himself for his inability to support them, he sat alone in the now-empty palace, playing his harp. Having lost Furiae whom he'd loved, the man had nothing left to his name but his songs. And, immediately afterwards, when the "mark" appeared on Furiae, his fiancee went somewhere his hands could never reach. Inuart's dreams of a brilliant future had been lost for all eternity.
Several years after that. In this disturbed age, Inuart spent his days fighting as a member of the Union Army. The sword skills he'd once forged together with Caim now served more useful than ever in this environment. However, his heart was constantly troubled by his thoughts. "If I had even more power, then Furiae would-- I wish for power!"
A dog's howl could be heard from somewhere, snapping the young man out of his thoughts. Inuart slowly raised his body from the bed, taking his harp from where it lay against the wall, and quietly began to play. That melancholy tune did not cease until dawn.