Jix Moros - Dutiful Father Before Loyal Soldier
Slain during the final battle of Utsushiyo's turbulent civil war, Jix Moro's corpse had not dissipated into the light as the norm considered, superstitions of a holy entity being present built around the phenomena. When news of his death reached his home country of Fesaria, the entire nation mourned over the loss. A monumental muse was erected in the honor of Jix's Legions within the capital city, while the Partisan, his signature and unique weapon as the only one left in known existence, was returned to the kingdom where it was deemed a national treasure and held in safekeeping. He was given a proper burial by his son, Simeon Moros, and fellow rebels that survived the bloody conflict. His tombstone and burial site, located upon a hill overlooking the Palace of Utsushiyo and withstanding the test of time, stands to this day.
I'm sorry, but I've got to go now.
No, you have to stay here.
It's a secret.
I can't say... I don't know too much myself...
I won't be gone for long, I'll come back very soon, for sure.
This had been a twenty-three year old Solace's side of the conversation with Simeon, who was truly nine years old but twelve physically, five weeks prior to beginning the long journey to Darba, as the illustrious woman in his dream had instructed him to go. It seemed skeptical, but there was something about her voice that captivated and convinced him otherwise. He had hated tearful farewells and departures, one of which specifically came to mind had been the one with Cella three years ago after vowing to visit now and then. That had been the first time he'd truly cried for a long time.
As Solace pressed further down the trail, he noticed the shadow of a figure that was several steps ahead of him. He could see a loose scabbard of a katana hang to the left of the figure's side, which meant that it was a swordsman. He was always open for competition, especially against other swordsmen. Perfect, by why is he just standing there? He increased the speed of his steps until he was lightly jogging, now only standing a few steps away.
"You are Solace Velox, the Zephyr?" The swordsman muffled behind an intricate mask, his appearance vaguely reminding Solace of something, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. The air around him felt tense and constricted, as if entangled in some sort of gravitational field.
"Yeah. That's me." Solace nodded, resting his left hand atop the hilt of his sword and prepared in the instance of an ambush. Assassins had came for his head many times and ambushes had become commonplace, so he was always alert and ready for such. But the swordsman only ah'd in amusement. "You know who I am?"
"You are more regionally famous than you think you are. Many know of the Branded Hero of the unsung rebellion." The masked swordsman laughed, suddenly brandishing his sword. It looked more or less like an ordinary katana, but looks were deceiving. "May I have a test of skill, to gauge your progress down the path of swordsmanship?"
"I won't go easy on you." Solace replied, taking a few steps back but nonetheless eager to accept. He never said no to a duel. "If it's a duel you want, it's a duel you'll-
Solace barely had the time to finish producing the last words of his sentence before the swordsman charged at him with full speed. Luckily he had been able to brandish his sword just as quickly, but damn, he was fast... wait a moment. Blood sprayed from several directions of his body, causing Solace to coil in pain and fall to his knees. His sword escaped his grip and landed at his side, the blade partially chipped and showered in his blood as he heard the swordsman laugh again. Around him, he saw that his blood had arced and formed some sort of symbol. Painful grunts and wheezes were the only thing that he could make. As much as Solace tried, he could not will his body to continue operating. With a mouth full of more blood, he collapsed on top of the symbol and as he fell unconscious from his wounds, he saw the silhouette of a person running towards him. But right before his eyes were closed shut, he felt as if the deeper portion of his memory was unlocked like a key to a door.
Hahaha... go easy on me, Amatsu Mikaboshi? I beg to differ, Solace.
I must commend you, though.
Practically saved your life by deflecting a good deal of my slash...
But I am sure that your darkness will be of good use nonetheless.
Goodbye, Son of None.
(I will now proceed to post Solace's updated character sheet for Part III. This post is an event that occurs just before the next part will start, but will be further explained in the Part III portion of his biography.)