The Past forgotten, a friendship anew.

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It was a cold night. The men were traveling quickly covering the land and the ocean between the North and the Imperial continent quickly. Many had their dragons with them, others were too young to have them, A lone figure on chocobo back was before the columns of Dragoons.

Skurai looked back at his men and nodded to them ordering that camp be set near the forest edge. He was almost home, greif stricken from losing Mairi mysteriously he decided returning home was best for him, after falling in love with Camilla and her uneasiness for it made him seek this solace. That is when it happened.... There wasn't even any time to count how many there were.

The Dragons were first to alarm the Dragoons, roaring and breathing lances of fire into the air to destory the arrows from the opposing archers. Skurai having been rudely awoken had thrown his tent aside using his magical abilities gifted to him as a Lunarian. He had no more time to get into his traveling clothes because the moment he cast his tent aside... they were upon the Dragoons.

There was no telling how many swordsmen, pikemen or other dragoons were there, it was simply Chaos. Skurai valiantly stepped up taking a handful of his two hundred dragoons leading them in an organized fashion while others who were not lucky enough to join their leader fell to the massive numbers. Thanks to Skurai's actions many of his men were able to avenge their brothers in arms.

Mid way into this slaughter a banner was seen flicking in the wind, Elliot Highwind's men found him, the key General of the Loyalists and the Espers... found, but who had told the 'traitor' emperor's men of his travels? Skurai didn't know but he had a more pressing matter... surviving. Arrows, blades of all kinds and magic flared and decorated the night sky. The Moon was high that night, Skurai felt sure being a Lunar Knight as it were that victory for he and his men was assured from Luna's brilliance.

It was not so... Skurai's men were falling faster than they could kill their assailants. The unit of swordsmen were obliterated easily, their pikemen demoralized and running from their leader and half their numbers falling. But Skurai's men never faltered. They were his soldiers, his friends... his brothers and sisters, but he in his own eyes was failing them. More than he could save with his white magic were dying, Soon arrows and lances from dragoons other than his own were finding their marks on him.

It was day break now, weapons, blood and bodies decorated the once pure white snow. Around Skurai stood the remnants of the opposing army, many had their weapons burried in the lunarian, blood draining from him the life and fight leaving his eyes and soon his body. His life flashed before his eyes at this moment, Hades greeted him, as did Odin and Bahamut. His deeds for the Espers earning him a deal of respect, and his loyalty to dragons and their kin.

It was at this moment Skurai never stopped his fight, though they were all welcoming him home, back to Mother Gaia, he refused straining his soul to remain in his body, to keep his failing heart beating even as he was left to die.

Whether by the work of Luna, or the work of Gaia herself, Skurai was saved, A lone Viera came across the carnage that was once Skurai's most shining moment and brought him away from it to live once more. Though the price he pays to continue his life is the loss of his past. With out his memories, his skills soon were forgotten, his love, his sorrow, the pain he felt because of Elliot. A man made anew, though still residing in the same shell he'd been in since his birth Thirty years earlier. So continues this lunarian's story, and by Gaia... may it continue until the end of his days a thousand years from even now.

Where it starts is from his meeting and travels with this Viera, Sharnia. Since that day she saved him, it's been ten years. Their travels led them to Highwind Point, though mostly by Skurai's strange pull to go there, claiming a familiar magic calls to him, what or who this magic is the Pair will find out, hopefully they'll get their answers and soon do what it is they are here for, As for Skurai's agenda, that is finding his past, his place in the north, and whether or not he'll wish for his old life.


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