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Sigil Sun
Child of the warrior.
It was as he always remembered. He was a warrior born, warrior always. But his history... he had such trouble remembering. Sigil knew that he had one mother. But his father... couldn't have been his father.

I am a dark child. Born from peices and fragments. I am a memory, I am a life... but I do not know who I am.
My name is Sigil. Sigil Sun, the Child of the warrior Requiem. My mother died before I was born. And yet, by some twist of fate, I was brought into the world. I do not understand this. How could I be alive while she is dead? Lord Kalefor says its because... I'm simply a reincarnation of her. But I don't understand how. Even though I have plenty of mother's features. I inherited her eyes, he says. They are dark, the deep tempest, colour of steel. I'm... far too slender for a boy my age. I don't have the well toned body of a fighter, yet I can best any fool that dare challenge me at the arena.
My hair is red gold. My eyes contain a tint of sea green. One of my bangs is midnight black. My hands are slender, with delicate fingers, the fingers of a thief. And my lips, Kalefor says, are the lips of a marksman. I have the bravery of a knight. And the stubbornness of a fool. I can be as regal as a king when required. And I have the kinsmanship of a wolf.
But what am I? It doesn't help, knowing these things...
Kalefor can't explain them. If he cannot, who can? My mother?

They told me that mama was insane.
Kalefor didn't believe it. He said she was a great knight. My mother, the knight! It cannot be true. Son of the Requiem... But the Requiem looks nothing like me. He's so incredibly pale, so fragile and sickly and yet... there's a powerful fire behind his blue-red eyes. Folderon Archaneon... the Requiem loved my mother. Yet there is no semblance of him in me. So why am I named Son of the Requiem? Folderon doesn't know either. But he knows I'm not his son.

Mother...
You were a common knight. And you loved a princeling. That is what I'm told. But what became of you? And why can't I search for you? They all tell me it will all be in vain.
Even Remont.
My love.
Does he know something I don't? Why won't he tell me...?
All he does is gaze sadly into my eyes and brush his lips softly against my own.
"Be brave, Sigil." He whispers. And then he is gone. Even if I chase after him, he never tells me...
And yet I love him. Remont of the unknown. Son of a priest, cast out with the devil in his body.
And yet when I hold him, there are no devils...
He loves me.
Does he keep them away from me? He's as young as I am...
But why won't he tell me about Mother?

The Shoy are no help either.
Even the one who claims to have fathered her. But... I know my name means something in Shoy. 'Son of the warrior'...
I don't want to be the son of the warrior. I want to be myself. Nobody understands that. Not even Remont.

Mother? What are you...?