Once again Kohaku had changed his appearances before going into town. And it wasn’t until Nelanna had joined him this time that she noticed how big of a difference it made. Before, people stared at his tall ears and nine tails, watching with judging eyes and commenting on his clothing choices. It seemed that foxes such as him didn’t have a very good reputation among normal people. They were tricksters, masters of deceit and illusions. He would belong in the Spirit Realm far more than here. But now that he made himself look more like an average human, one without tails, ears and a kimono, he caught much less attention. Though Nelanna did not share the feelings of the townsfolk, she felt sorry for her familiar.
The two walked out of a small cafe, their bellies full and satisfied. Kohaku had said they would go to the bookstore next, explaining that he was searching for a book on herbs that would help Nelanna improve her remedies. She was grateful for his knowledge, and once again she wondered just how far back it goes. He always has advice to give with wisdom in each and every suggestion. Only recently had he finally opened up to her about some of his past, giving her every heartbreaking detail on his lover’s death and why he hated the Faes so severely. A curse was to blame, it was the roots of his pain and anger. It is what made him so disapproving of Cecil, considering it was his father, Oberon, who killed Kohaku’s lover.
Hearing his story answered many of her questions, but she’s become even more fearful of asking anything more on the matter. It took a lot to get him to tell her what he did, and she didn’t want to make him relive anymore tragedy.
She followed him down the streets with the silence of a mouse, her hands clasped behind her back. Suddenly a woman ran through the streets wildly and attack a random citizen. Nelanna was stunned at first, trying to make sense of what was going on. But by the time she reached the woman, a man had already beaten her there. He spoke something she couldn’t understand and abruptly embraced the woman. Then she fell unconscious. He proceeded to remove something from around her neck, then…what was it he was doing? She watched with confusion, almost to the point of bewilderment, until some unseen force knocked her back onto the ground.
“Nelanna, are you alright?” Kohaku asked, crouching next to her and offering her a helping hand. “Yes, I am quite alright,” she assured him, accepting his help and getting back to her feet. But the strange man wasn’t done. He proceeded to raise the item he took from the girl, a locket, and accused someone of selling her a possessed object. Her eyes widened, the pieces suddenly coming together. She gazed around, searching for anyone that might speak up. But no one did; everyone was quiet. Furrowing her brow, she approached the man. “Excuse me, how may I assist you?” She asked, using a tone that indicated she would not accept refusal. She was Champion of Zanar, a protector of the weak and punishes those in the wrong. If someone is selling things possessed, she would not stand for it.