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"The Twin Spears of Old"

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Garret was in the outskirts again, spears at the ready, following a twisting and what felt like ever shifting path. He wasn't sure why he was here, only that he was drawn here, and that he had to confront whatever was at the end. The forest was eerily silent, but he hadn't seen a grimm for hours. It had this feeling of tenseness, as if at any moment something would spring forth. How he longed for something as simple as battle, to face whatever there was. But he had to have patience. Whatever pulled him he would meet eventually. Haste only led to mistakes on this situation. As he continued on, the forest seemed to take more shape. Becoming less like an endless maze and something almost...familiar. Yes. He had been down this path before...he could feel it even if he could not recall it. The woods grew less foreboding, slowly thinning the further he walked. He could see what was once a well worn path on the ground before him, having slowly been eaten up and almost erased by the forest all around. After who know how long, he came to a clearing. It was almost unremarkable, except for a certain symbol. 'Where have I seen that before?...Perhaps...Dove?' He wondered to himself, pausing in his travels as he focused on it. Turning slowly to look around afterwards, mind too foggy, he would find something new in the clearing. A white winged figure. "Who goes there? Why have you drawn me here?" He would ask, though the figure would remain silent. He watched as the figure would slowly walk towards him. Not trusting it, Garret would have his spears ready in case he was to be attacked. He could not discern the motive of the person, he only knew he should not trust it. Before it could reach him however, he would hear something. His name being called, only not from the figure before him. His reality seemed to shift and fade, the figure, the forest, his spears...all turning to black.

Garret would open his eyes slowly, back in his room. There was little light to be had, indicating it must still be night out. Sighing, he would push himself up to a sitting position on his bed. 'That dream again...I need to go wherever that is to get answers. But that other voice was new. Whose was it?' He wondered to himself silently, trying to puzzle things together. He almost dismissed it as just a dream turning to nightmare when he heard it again. Calling his name, saying to listen to his voice. Only he was not dreaming anymore. Immediately, Garret's eyes would try to scan his dark room looking for signs of an intruder. The voice had been sharp, and seemed to echo and...almost seemed like it was in his mind."Who goes there?" He would ask with authority, no fear in his voice. A command to whatever may lurk in the shadows. It would then begin to ask him questions, what he most desired. What he most despised. Not trusting what was going on, and eyes still trying to find a source, he would respond. "I despise Grimm more than anything else. If you want an answer to your other question, you will answer my own questions first. Who or what are you? Why are you speaking to me?" He would speak in a confident and commanding voice. Though he knew not what was speaking to him and was unarmed, he was not going to be submissive or on the back foot in his own abode. In truth, he only answered the first question because it was simple and may make whatever spoke more forthcoming to his own questions.

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Garret would wait in a brief silence for the voice to respond, wondering if it would even do so from his own questioning. Given the unknown and sudden intrusion of it, with no source he could sense, he did not exactly trust it. He favored openness and direct meetings with others than those within the shadows. It was also why he asked for answers in return before he would fully answer the voice, to make it more equal footing rather than the voice holding all the cards. Even if it did have Garret at a disadvantage for the time being. He did not have to wait long before the voice responded, saying his name again and to listen carefully. It was the voice of calm and sureness, whoever was speaking seeming comfortable and assured all would go according to its plan. Or so Garret would assume at least. Garret still could not pin point it anywhere in his room specifically, making him wonder how it was speaking to him. 'Perhaps a semblance...or maybe something else.' He thought to himself silently, having too little to go on to be sure. It called itself the voice, claimed it was a friend to him that he was yet to know, and that it had a gift for him. Still un-trusting of it, given the nature of this meeting, in intent and if it could truly be a friend...Garret could only listen for the time being. To see what it had to offer at the very least. 'Giving me an alias when it knows my own name. Claiming to be a friend when we have not yet met. Offering me a gift without listing the cost.' He thought silently to himself, unsure if The Voice could hear his thoughts but not fearing if they were heard regardless. It was also unsettling that the voice somehow...held a warmth, but an uneasy one. What purpose it could be there, was it fabricated or no, Garret had no answer for yet.

Garret would also feel his aura begin to...Humm? It seemed to happen when the Voice would speak, which was a bit worrying as well. 'Is my aura blocking something...or is he influencing it...' He thought, uncertain as to which it was. He almost felt like trying to activate his aura, to test if doing so would repel him or if he had lost control. But he would hold the urge for now, curious to see what was to come first. Information would be important for him to make a final decision with the intruder. As it would again ask what he most desired, Garret would ponder a moment. Thoughts he did try to shield to a degree, focusing only on the feeling they evoked and trying not too focus on them too much. While not knowing the voices full capabilities, he felt he should at least try to not reason out too much that could be seen as a weakness to exploit. Or a vulnerability. Thoughts of deserts, grimm, battle, honor, and some people would briefly flash in his mind. It was a question he had not thought of too often, were he honest with himself. He knew his duty, his life purpose, and that was what guided him. But if it was truly what he most desired, he was unsure. After a long pause, the loner would speak. He was not the type to crave riches or authority or ruler-ship. "You honored my request, so I shall fulfill my end of it. I most desire an end to the grimm. A way to rid the world of them, or at the least the power to destroy them." He would say confidently yet slowly, feeling no reason to add more to it. While he had an obligation to reclaim Vacuo, it was not what he most desired. Grimm had been what had taken those dear to him in the past, and still threatened to in the future. Grimm were the reason he was here now. They were his eternal enemy, and he most desired to slay them all truthfully. It was one of the things he and his employer shared in common, a unifying goal. Why he always tried to hunt alone in the outskirts. He wanted to be the one to enact revenge on grimm.

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The voice said Garret had noble goals, and promised to deliver him grimm to slay. Even warning him it would not be easy. 'Curious.' He thought to himself. Truthfully, he had been expecting some kind of trade. Being offered power or something. But to merely be delivered grimm to enact his revenge and nothing else...He wasn't sure if he could call it trust, but he was slightly more inclined to believe the voice would help him in his goal. It also happened to fit with his own belief that his skill was the best way to do things, to fight honorably. And die as such if necessary. The voice was somehow switching from ear to ear, as if it was in the room walking around him, but Garret was leaning to it not being in the room. Though he still kept his senses alert just in case. 'It can sound from everywhere and nowhere at all...so why sound as if he is circling me...' He briefly pondered to himself though dismissed the thought for later. He had to focus on the now, as he still knew too little of the voice. It would promise to deliver grimm to him, not all at once,starting off with those in Vale. While still un-trusting, a faint hope arose in the warrior. 'If I can carve a path through the grimm...Open the way...I can fulfill my promise as well.' He silently thought to himself. The voice seemed to then begin to face, the all-encompassing hum dying down a bit. He wanted to question the entity more but...as he felt the sensation dim and leave through his aura he only remained silent. Too many uncertainties, too little information gleamed. He could've tried to do so...but he needed time to gather his own thoughts first. In particular how it almost felt like an electrical current leaving him, and he was left in silence. Garret sat on his bed for a long time, lost in his own thoughts to try and figure out the entity that started this meeting. His meeting with Aurtrox also coming to mind, how if anything strange occurred to let him know. But Garret knew not if this was related to that. And was unsure if he should mention this or not, as he had not been asked to be silent in regard to the Voice nor in what they spoke of. "All that is left is to wait and see." He would say quietly into the silence of his dark room with a sigh.

Before he went to sleep though, he let his thoughts linger on other things as well. His recurring dream for one, with that familiar symbol. "I may need to speak with dove in the morn as well." He would say to himself, not eager to involve another in this duel he was dreaming of even if it was her. But knowing he needed to find the place first and understand this dream as well. His thoughts would then drift to him being asked what he most desired...having been surprised himself it was not Vacuo. Nobility and power meant little to the wanderer. Honor, avenging those lost for his own life, repaying the debts he had incurred...protecting those he cared for and the innocents. That was what drove him. And at the heart of it all, the opposition and the one who took much away from him, was the grimm. He had no illusions that all people were good and that eliminating all grimm would lead to peace; the tribe being a prime example. But the grimm was the greatest threat, and the most personal, for the warrior. Even if it did not end all evil, it would be enough for him. His hands had unconsciously clenched into fists at the thought of grimm, which he only now released with a sigh. "With time...this world shall be free." He vowed to himself. He would will himself back to sleep for the night, knowing staying up any longer would do neither him nor anyone else any good.

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