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Emilia kept staring at the last message from him. Several hours had passed just fidgeting with her phone, waiting for a sign. Alas, complete silence reigned within the nearly dead circuits of the failing battery. When the brightness of the screen casting its light on her face finally gave in, she tossed the device over the edge of the rooftop. Wherever she would go in the world, the comfort of height was ever present at a slight and easy jump. In this place, Emilia could find a moment to herself and reflect on things past and to come. Somehow, he had managed to still be a craved and at the same time nauseating aspect of her life. However, this, this damned message, was so out of touch. She could not understand it, she could not understand him. The only thing she could understand was that whoever he had been to her was no more.
Was he the reason why she was here? The sleepy town of Farhaven was a humble sight just east of the much more impressive city skyline of Embergate. Before she let go of her phone for the last time, Emilia had accepted an invite—or an order, depending on who you ask—to join the third iteration of the Special Warfare and Reconnaissance Group. It was a special task force consisting of only Aeons, or, well, Guardians of the UDF. The prestige that came with it was one thing, but Emilia was more focused on the pay, which would definitely be an enormous help to her parents back home. She had seen some of the names that were lined up for the Group, and it certainly had some heavy hitters on it. Whatever the mission was, she hoped that distraction and confusion would not overwhelm her. This message was the last that Emilia would ever have to see from him, of that she was determined.
Emilia gathered her things, shouldered her rifle, and slipped off of the edge of the building. She landed on the street below with a thud that resonated nearby windows. The mission briefing for the new Group was going to be held at the UDF: Cetra East Command, south west of Farhaven. However, the meeting was not until the next day, so she had plenty of time on her hands and the Command Center was only four hours away by train. Emilia had spent the past two weeks at the far eastern front of Cetra, the east continent. It had been a cold and wet ordeal, far from something she would ever want to go back to, but the pay was good. The far eastern front is where the comet usually drops its first bombardment for the day. As it is now, the comet completes an orbit around the world twice a day, reaching the far eastern front early in the morning and about twelve hours later in the evening.
The streets of Farhaven at this time in the morning was like any other town. People were on their way to work, children on their way to school, and then there was all kinds of military presence. Emilia silently emerged from an alley. This day had decided to be cloudy with a light drizzle to set the mood, so she could hide underneath a comfortable hoodie without drawing attention. Her UDF issued cargo pants and boots would give her away as service personnel, but at least random soldiers would not instantly recognize her. It was a strange life, long standing duty to the UDF, yet walking on a thin line between famous and infamous. Emilia followed the flow of the sparse crowds, making her way towards the train station. It was near the end of the month, closing in on summer time, so a good chunk of Emilia's salary had already been transferred to her parents. All she had left now was just enough for a train ticket and breakfast.
There was a UDF checkpoint outside the main entrance to the train station. It was quite unavoidable to identify yourself before using any public transportation. As one would expect, the soldier who looked at Emilia's identification recognized her right away. "Oh, cool, Garuda—you go right on ahead," the soldier said and seemed moderately excited. "Thank you," Emilia smirked. Luckily, the man was a lot more reserved in his reaction than most. One could never tell how someone would react when meeting a known Aeon in person, truly a mixed bag of emotions both favorable and hostile. Some people absolutely despised everything about Aeons, spirits, and all the metaphysical stuff. They just wanted a normal, quiet life without the looming threat of being killed by some unstable, demigod maniac.
The train station had an expansive interior hall. A couple of vending machines were lined up along some of the walls, along with several rows of benches for waiting travelers. Emilia approached one of the four ticket booths and asked for a single adult, UDF command. The old lady behind the thick glass separating herself from the outside world did not seem to recognize Emilia at all. The ticket set Emilia back by a hundred and twenty Credits, which left her with about fifty for breakfast—she sighed and thought of the message from him again. Why was it living rent free in her head? Why was he living there at all? Emilia had not seen or heard from him in years, and then all of a sudden that message came out of the blue and completely without context. There was nothing before it, nothing after it. Emilia had a seat on one of the benches, waiting for the 07:30 train to arrive. But, the message kept looping back and around—again, again, again, and again. What did he mean by it?
There's something I've got to do, Mia.
Something I couldn't do while you and mom were around.
Get out of my head, idiot...
Quest Steps
You can meet/recognize Emilia at the train station and interact. Another option is to do this on the train, if your character also is in Farhaven. You could also be on your way to UDF: Cetra East Command from somewhere else on the local map. Other than this, there is not much direction seeing as this is a Prelude that allows people to start posting while waiting for others. The story will begin proper with Chapter 1. |
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