DWARFEN TONGUE: NAVÏÆLÉT -VĘR- FIRŲS.

***On Planet Gieă, In the Outskirts of the Continent 'Eclipse of the Oceans', In a small house on top of a lonely and silent hill.

     It has been a bloody and adrenaline filled night for Navi and the aftermaths of the rough combination is a numb body and a buzzing brain.

     Five bodies to dispose, blood in the air, on the walls, furniture and on the grounds as well as battle damages everywhere.

     Navi couldn't rest in such a bloody atmosphere so he had to tidy up.

     *SHOVEL*.*THROW*..*SHOVEL*.*THROW*...

     Under the moonlight, in a shadowy corner at the base of the small hill, Navi can be seen with a shovel in his hand as he digs up and throws away dirt continuously to make a broad hole.

     Slightly wet sand has mixed with the blood on his white battle suit thus making him look completely filthy and clean at the same time but he didn't mind as he continues the tedious process without rest.

     The small rocks at the bottom of the hill are making digging difficult yet Navi has never entertained the idea of burying those people on the same land he had buried his mother, -they are not worthy-.

     *SHOVEL*.*THROW*..

     With one final shovel to the ground, Navi raises his body up high as he inspects his work that had taken him hours to complete. A single rough rectangular hole, four feet deep and seven feet wide.

     Navi nods silently then throws his shovel out of the hole before pulling himself out. He stabs his shovel into the pile of dirt he has accumulated from digging then he does a short hikes back up to his house.

     The five bloody bodies were inside the house and Navi takes a look at them and the accessories they had on with an examining gaze.

     Light and almost ignorable slices of wood shaped as a vest. They obviously wore this type of pathetic armour because of the type of work they do where they would need to sometimes make a crazy run for their lives. Anything heavier would have weighed them down and drained their stamina two times faster.

     Navi didn't need the worthless armour vests so he takes interest in their weapons instead. The massive spiked shield from the big guy he rammed into the wall is completely legit and undamaged so he just had to loosen the bloody straps before pulling it off.

     The dual throwing axes from the half-dwarf was quite the loot and the dual short cutlass from the yellow skinned beast-kin wasn't the best kind but that didn't reduce its lethality.

     The girl he killed outside surprisingly had a throwing kit of small, light and lethal knives apart from the cutlass she wielded for defence. Thinking about  it now, she was too sloppy with the cutlass for it to have been her main weapon.

     Navi calmly takes the entire kit off her back and he finds six rounds for throwing in it. As for Troy, the only thing he had on him was a short crescent curved dagger and surprisingly, a Nutrient pack.

     Navi almost chuckled in relieve at the sight of the unopened Nutrient pack. He quickly tears it open before drinking up all of its contents cause for a brief moment, the cheap Nutrient pack seemed more valuable that the rest of the loot he had gathered.

     He had barely eaten anything in the last twenty-four hours and adding that to the Martial and manual task he has engaged in for hours, a Nutrient pack becomes salvation.

     With a low sigh of content escaping his lips, Navi pulls two dead bodies and his own numb one out of the house and down the hill to put them where they would become one with the world.

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***Five days later..

***On Planet Gieă, In the Outskirts of the Continent 'Eclipse of the Oceans', In a small house on top of a lonely and silent hill.

     Everything is back to normal in both the inside and outside vicinity of Navi's home and the only evidence left of the bloodbath that had taken place being Navi's still slightly exhausted eyes as he hasn't dared to sleep at all because of his 'condition'.

     When he departed from the Academy, he has planned on sleeping through the pain and getting more information from the memory-like dreams but things definitely didn't go as planned as a completely crazy night awaited him.

     From maturing his virgin sword to a fight of and for his life that helps him in landing his first five kills. Burying the bodies left him a numb as wood the next morning and after that, cleaning up the dried blood in the house took up the rest of that entire day.

     He has cleared up a wooden cabinet and neatly locked up all his lethal 'loot' in it then he had to fix the damaged walls and furniture and that took another two more days to complete.

     Right now, he only has one more day before returning to the very tedious academy but still, he's determined to go through one more session of his dreams as he wouldn't get a better chance.

     While fighting those people that invaded his home, Navi had felt a strange affinity with every single movement of his blade weather it be under the moonlight or in the complete darkness.

     He has never practiced with his sword before, infact the first time he lifted it- it had felt a bit too heavy for him despite his inhumane strenght but still, he was able to weird the weapon at a level that surprised even himself and this made him to narrow down all that has been happening to him to a single point he has been doubting.

     Was he truly the person in those dreams?.

     He has gotten way past the point of asking himself if those dreams are a fragment of an alternate reality and now he is at the point where he's beginning to accept that Ikita Shi might be the same person as Îgorus Navïælét -Vęr- Firųs.

     Sitting on the rope swing hanging off the lonely tree outside, Navi has a book in his hands as he  revises all that he knows from his cold dreams of Ikita Shi.

*Ikita Shi looks exactly like him with pale skin and ink black hair but the only difference is his cold purple eyes.

**Ikita was raised by a cold and ruthless woman and she has him on a chokehold and trains him ruthlessly from the scene he saw when Ikita was just ten years old!.

*In another scene Navi had seen, Ikita is about Eighteen and he is carrying out missions for the Cold and ruthless woman with a -'her'- as a bargaining chip.

     Navi looks down at all the information he has written down in his book before slightly smacking his lips as he feels that something is off with the information he has gathered. It holds facts alone but the emotions he felt from Ikita Shi during each of these episodes tells a completely different story.

     In the first episode of the memory-like dreams, when he saw Ikita in that bloody room he felt every bit of emotions from that child that's even younger than him.

     Anger, Calmness, loneliness and a bit of care towards the woman holding him captive. Navi could still remember the sharp disgust Ikita Shi felt towards himself about that so called feeling of care.

     When he dived into the episode where Ikita is older, all he felt throughout the memory-dream was a strange calm. It wasn't the type of calm that keeps you calculated, it was something else,.. something deeper. And behind that layer of calm, Ikita was constantly trying to suppress something, something Navi couldn't quite understand.

     When Ikita was forced to make a choice he obviously didn't want to make, he exploded with rage for some seconds then.. he went back to cold calm but the walls hiding that last unknown emotions had deep cracks in it as Ikita hurriedly walked out of that room.

     Ikita was obviously trying to protect someone at the cost of even himself but the urge to protect didn't at all come from deep love but rather obligation.

     Navi can already paint a picture for all this but at the same time, it all seemed very blurry. There were a lot of 'Why's' scattered all over and answers would only come-by by dreaming and getting hurt some more.

     Just like that voice said, 'Sufferings is only a means to salvation.'. Thinking about that cold voice and the supernatural's that come with it, Navi's confusion deepens further.

     The appearance of these memory dreams already makes no sense but the powerful voice makes even less sense as it keeps asking him the odd question with seemingly no answer, 'What truly is balance?'.

     The urge to discover the rest of the riddle and to provide answers to this seemingly impossible question makes each and every bit of pain that comes with every spoken word oddly worthwhile.

     Navi looks towards setting sun over the distant great walls with calmness and a flash of determination in his eyes as he thinks about the various layers of so called impossible that he plans to execute or die trying and then he remembers his name but in the dwarfen tongue this time..

     Navïælét -Vęr- Firųs(Dwarfen tongue)..

     Navi tilts his head upwards as if talking to the very sky and everything above it as he interprets his name in dwarfen tongue to plain English,..

     'Bear Witness.'.