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Zephyr Bladehart

[??? POV]

It has been 2 months since I have arrived in this village. Zen, or the Old Man decided to adopt me into his family.

"Bro.." A child that was shorter than me called out. I was currently reading in the library. It was all useless books, almost every book in the library was a story of about Heroes.

"Bell, what's wrong?" I looked at the child. Bell Cranel, the Old Man's grandson. He had white hair and red eyes, an appearance similar to a certain white rabbit that passed by my mind. I don't where that image came from, but it reminded me of Bell.

"Grandpa is calling for you." He spoke with a cute voice, I instinctively knew. Bell would be a lady killer in the future.

I got up, and put the book I was reading back into it's shelf. I started walking throughout the house towards the backdoor.

As I reached the farm the Old Man was operating I engraved the view into my mind, the village was beautiful after all.

"What's the problem Old Man?" I asked Zen, the Old Man stopped looking at his crops and instead focused on me.

"Oh, brat. I need your help, you know how Bell's birthday is tomorrow? I need you to go the forest. Hunt a boar or two, or a rabbit... Rabbit stew sounds delicious right now.." The Old Man muttered.

"Hunting again?" I didn't really like hunting. I'd much rather read or swing a stick.

"Don't be so quick to reject, Brat. If you manage to bring back 2 boars and some rabbits then I'll have the Caretakers husband to craft you up a sword." He smirked at me.

"You knew?" I asked him with a slightly surprised expression. "Of course, It would take a full to not notice." He said.

"I see." My face returned into being blank.

"So, will you do it?" He asked me.

"Deal." I shook his hand.

———[3rd Person POV]———

A young boy with blue was jumping around trees in a forest. Presumably out to get food.

He continued jumping around until he reached a lake. There he saw a family of boars drinking water and chilling.

He stopped on top of a tree branch and went silent.

He focused on his hand, an ethereal, azure bow forming on his hands. He formed 2 arrows and prepared to take down the two large boars in the pack.

He focused, and pulled the burning blue string. He released it, the two arrows going separate ways.

Both arrows hit the heads of each Boar, blowing a hole on their heads.

He had just recently discovered this ability of his, he could manifest an aura of energy into whatever he wanted. He first discovered it when he was swinging a stick.

He focused on the stick and a blue aura suddenly surrounded it, forming a sword shaped aura. He trained with it for a couple of weeks, making form into different shapes and forms.

The young man continued hunting, now looking for rabbits. He found them just across the river in a patch of grass.

The rabbits were snow white, with red eyes. They looked cute, but he knew that these rabbits liked to attack people.

As he formed a bow again he thought. 'They kind of look like Bell.' before proceeding to blow a hole across their skulls.

———[Scene Change]———

A young boy with blue hair could be seen dragging around two boars in his right hand, and holding a bunch of rabbits in his other.

"Oh, Zen's grandson. Good job on the hunt." Paul, the Caretakers wife and the village smith patted him on the shoulder with a smile.

"Thank you." He thanked the man and continued on his way.

The villagers all witnessed the spectacle of a young boy that looked no less than 7 years old dragging around Boars that weighed at least 330 pounds each (150 KG).

He reached Zen's farm and delivered the goods.

"Hey, Old Man. I'm home." The young kid spoke with a blank tone. The first to greet him was a kid younger than him.

"Bro! Your back." Bell went hugged him with a happy expression.

"Yup, I'm home Bell." He let go of the boars to pat him.

"Oh, Brat welcome back, nice work." Zen walked towards the two. "Heh, you're getting strong. At this rate you'll get all the ladies."

"Pervy Old man.." He muttered out. "You better keep your promise." He huffed and went to take a bath.

"Don't worry about that. I always keep my promises." Zen said. [A/N: That's a lie.]

A young boy with blue hair could be seen taking a bath. He submerged himself in the wooden bathtub, the worn wood groaning under his weight. "Ah, that feels nice," he muttered with a blissful expression, the grime of the day washing away.

He relaxed for a bit, letting the heat soothe his tired muscles. Yet, even in this moment of peace, a disquiet gnawed at him. As if on cue, an ethereal sword formed in his hand, shimmering with an otherworldly light. "Just what am I? Who am I?" he muttered once again, the question a constant refrain in his fragmented mind.

He didn't remember his past, only fleeting images and a sense of purpose.

"The dungeon city of Orario huh..." he murmured. A spark flickered in his blue eyes. "I wonder, is the truth I seek there...?" The weight of the unknown settled on him, heavy yet strangely exhilarating. Perhaps, in that labyrinthine city of monsters and magic, he would finally find the missing pieces of himself.

———[Scene Change]———

After his bath, the boy with blue hair padded barefoot to the dinner table. Zen, was spooning a steaming stew into bowls. The aroma of rabbit stew – Zen's specialty after a successful hunt – filled the air. Bell, Zen's real grandson, with his mop of white hair slid into the seat opposite the blue-haired boy.

"Hey bro," Bell asked him, his voice laced with curiosity, "why don't you have a name?"

The boy dipped his head, a frown creasing his brow. "I forgot my name," he mumbled.

Zen boomed with laughter, a warm rumble that filled the room. "Well then," he said, setting a bowl in front of the boy, "it seems we need to remedy that situation."

Zen placed another bowl in front of Bell and sat down, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Since you have a mysterious past and love swords," he continued, spooning stew onto his own plate, "then what about Zephyr Bladehart? I think it suits you."

"Zephyr Bladehart, huh.." The young man murmured, turning the name over in his mouth like a curious pebble. It felt strange, yet...fitting. A spark of hope ignited within him. Maybe, with a name, his past wouldn't seem quite so lost.

"It sounds good," he finally said, a genuine smile spreading across his face. "Well then, it seems I'll be Zephyr from now on."

Bell thumped his fist on the table, his eyes gleaming with delight. "Umu, Zephyr-aniki!" he declared, using the honorific term for an older brother. A warmth bloomed in Zephyr's chest. Perhaps, in this small, ramshackle home, he had finally found something precious – a family, and a name to call his own.

———[Chapter End]———

A/N: I'll try and add some content from Memoria Freese unto my novel. But seeing as how the game has ended service I'll have to go to YouTube to do extensive research.

Should I save the Astrea Familia? I'm kind of conflicted on that part since if I do. Ryu's character will need to change, she spent 5 pain staking years trying to hunt down Evilus because they killed her Familia. Bell is 5 years old now and I plan to make my MC two years older than Bell. So I have plenty of time to exploit it. But then again, Ryu's whole character revolved around the Massacre of the Astrea Familia. So I'm conflicted.