Disciples and Deadly Things

KILLIAN

Northwind, a world always at war. Killian had only lived through one war, when he was very young, and he had been safely locked away in the capital throughout it all. He had seen the repercussions, but they were lightly taken, as was everything in the eyes of a child. It wasn't until the recent war, the one that he had escaped, that he truly felt the pains of it. Everything was strained, everyone was darker, even the days weren't as bright in wake of the carnage that played out on the battlefields. Kiki had only been around for the beginning months of that war and already he could see the horrors of it. He couldn't imagine living in a world where war was routine, it would've driven the sunbeam boy mad.

Kiki's eyebrows raised at the talk of portals to another land, a land away from the warfare. And in this world everyone was expected to procreate, hence the need for her midwife skills. It was an odd notion to him, the idea of being sent to a world with the intent being to populate. But it seemed that her Northwind was pretty desperate at the time, and he couldn't really know the whole situation anyway.

Phoebe went on to explain the class system, in all its resplendent rigidity. This, he was familiar with finding it a much similar situation to that of Regne du Jour. The poor stayed poor, and the rich and powerful stayed rich and powerful. Unless of course you were Killian, and then the rules didn't apply. He was born common, but thrust into a higher position due to his godly endowment. While most never had anything against him personally - being the heir of Soleil - his mother had been given grief by the nobles and the reign, who had permitted her to stay with him in the capital rather reluctantly. That she wasn't of noble blood, that she couldn't understand the noble life, that it wasn't courtly to have a commoner walking the great halls with the patrons of the sun, blah blah bull shit that Killian had spited with many of the other ridiculous things he'd been taught.

He'd never listened to their rules, of what was right for him and what was wrong. His mother's advice had always been more steady and sound, and despite the many efforts from the reign to acquaint him with other nobles and integrate him into that society, all of Kiki's friends had been of the same "low blood" that they said his mother shared. "It was like that on my world too, I wasn't supposed to meet with the "commoners"," he said with air quotes, "they'd say it wasn't regal of me or something else just as pretentious. I hated that system, it's one of the thing I appreciate about this world actually. It doesn't really have a class system does it," he said, his hand slipping over the edge of the blanket and pulling absently at the grass.

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