Ever since Umasi lost her original body, the new form she now possess, only share a few resemblance to her older self. Sylve knew her since childhood, always acted as her protector, stood against her bullies and made her feel loved. They helped eachothers for all the years they stayed together, faced every obstacles as a unbreakable bond.


When they succeeded taking over the city of Sorkon, she acted as her advisor and would defend her if any usurper would rise against them. Sylve thought the hardest was over and their life would be perfect from now one, only for reality to shatter everything apart.



The new Umasi gives little to no attention to her, she's not needed to protect , not needed to advise and not needed being in the same room as her. She tried to be part of the council hoping of being of help there as well, but none really paid attention to her feedback either.



With no purpose in life, she left the cold land of Sorkon, seeking the city of outcast. At first she simply worked as a bodyguard for people visiting Durianossa, but even then she lacked any thrill. Thus when the leader of the city asked for volunteer to secure a convoy heading to the eastern city of Dal-Komor, she was the first to stepped forward.



The leader was grateful as she seemed distressed mentally, hoping to make an alliance with the east for supplies. Sylve did not question why they needed the help of a city that despised them, but desperate time comes with desperate measure.



While the heat of the desert is harsh for someone used to the northern cold, the nights brings a pleasant nostalgic feeling. The only thing she kept as a memento of her old life is her markings and a plush of Umasi made before everything went wrong, a faint hope her old friend would come back, ask for her to return home.

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