Vyce and Cirissa MoonCrest

~ Origins ~

The Nightmare and The Dream

The Nightmare

“I guess we can start with the nightmare.” Taking a breath he began the tale, “I don’t know if you’ve ever heard the tale of the Nightmare of the Steppes. A little over 300 years ago, a boy and his sister were born to what was at the time the Vont tribe. They trained as warriors and when they came of age they went out to bring glory and lands to their people. In the beginning they lost more than they won but together they always managed to survive and grow stronger. After five summers they were unstoppable. No clan could stand up to their combined might.” He smiled ruefully at this his hand raising a making a fist before he continued, “But they grew too far too fast. The Vont started to see the brother and sister as a threat. If they were that powerful what use did they have of the tribe. They could start their own. So the leaders cut a deal with some of the other clans and as the siblings slept they ambushed them.” His voice grew soft as he continued, “The sister was killed but the brother survived the assassination attempt. But he’d been robbed. All the good stole from him. Ripped from his life. So like any proud Xaela, he went to war. He went to war with everyone. Killed everyone. Countless tribes crushed by his sword and rage. He kept no lands for himself. He took no prisoners or prizes. He would appear attack and not leave until an entire clan was destroyed. This is how the Nightmare was born.”

The Dream

She instead smiled and started her own side of the story. “The Dream. There was a daughter of Menphina and Oschon, who in her capacity as a demigod, travel the world of Eorzea as a Warrior of Light. Ridding the world of evil and bringing happiness or help to those in need. When the Nightmare lost control, she was hired by the leaders of the remaining Au’ra tribes to hunt down and destroy him. She found him easily enough, tangling up in a heated battle. They fought for hours, possibly days who can remember now. Each trying to best the other. As their movements started to slow from exhaustion, he came to find himself pinned under the glorious beautiful daughter. As her eyes met his, breathing heavily, her sword pressed to his chest over his heart, she hesitated. ‘I have decided to spare you. You will instead travel with me. Repaying Eorzea for your crimes.’ She released him, stepping back and standing at the ready. He looked back at her with red dark almost dead looking eyes and nodded. ‘If that if what my life is worth to you, so be it. It is forfeit to you anyway.’ From that day forward they were never apart. Traveling all over Eorzea doing good and right. Over time a friendship form.... and then a love to rival the ages. She reformed him. Helped him to become the man he is today. Quite literally saved him. She gave up her divinity to make him immortal with her.”

Fighting Scenes - Vulipsa Abyss

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