Ike was the first of the mercenaries to come across the carnage. Corpses, dismembered limbs and heads, gore and weaponry lied across the plains in a horrific site. He tried to stifle the urge to throw up upon seeing the view, focusing instead of looking for any survivors.
"Hello? Is anyone there?" he called out, hoping for an answer. He didn't noticed his sword arm trembling. He heard the sound of a footstep, quickly turning to the location it came from. He found no need of raising his weapon in defense at the sight of the youth.
The brunet was around fifteen or sixteen of age, wearing clothing of purple which became torn and tattered. His hair was a complete mess, his crown hanging on the side. Bruises and cuts marred the innocent look he had. Ike quickly noticed the boy was holding his stomach, where he could see that the purple fabric was turning into a crimson color. He winced as he walked on bare feet, but he did not whimpered. If the garment's fabric didn't gave the view the lad was a noble, the shoulder sack he carried did.
The young mercenary quickly reached him as the others came into view. He quickly sheathed his sword. "Let me carry you," he said, grabbing him and taking the sack to his own shoulder. Before the noble could protest, Ike had brought his arms under the knees, and lifted the youth up to carry him like a bride. "Close your eyes and rest. I will get you to Crimea Castle so you can recover."
Greil came by to Ike's side. "You've found a survivor?" The father's eyes widen. "Lord Pittheus! Why is one of Hellas' princes doing here of all places?!"
His son's brow furrowed. "I've never heard of a Prince Pittheus. Is he a concubine's son? I do recall the King of Hellas having plenty of children to rule the continent of Demeter, but never of him."
"He is the youngest of all 38 children of King Heracles. In Hellas, there is a low chance of him becoming King, and the rest of Demeter wants nothing with him. His mother was a priestess of the goddess Parthena- because of the situation in Demeter, finding him a wife would prove to be impossible."
"Oh, yes. Hellas is the only country who accepts Parthena as a goddess in Demeter. I remember now." Rhys came over to heal Pittheus' wounds. "Sad that he can't be accepted in his continent. Perhaps he came here as an escape?"
"That could be a possibility, but my concern is why he's among the people of Asgard." Greil stroke the boy's cheek. "Hellas and Asgard are sworn enemies- I doubt the Aesir would accept anyone from Pittheus' home, never mind a noble."
"Only the prince himself can answer that," Ike noted. "I'll go and get him at the castle right now- I'll see you all back there."
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"Pit. Please, for the love of Parthena, call me Pit!"
He welled up in tears, but Ike knew it was because he was pissed off. He glared at the duke, then turned to the prince. "So, you want to be called Pit? I can live with that."
The duke huffed. "As a noble of Hellas, he must be presented properly! Therefor, you must call him-" He was shut when Ike stood to his full height and grabbed him by the collar.
"Listen. I don't care about fancy shit about proper procedures or the likes. If the prince wants to be called Pit, then I'm going to call him Pit, alright? Nothing's going to stop me from treating him like he asks to be treated. I don't care if it's taboo or not, making him uncomfortable is the last thing I want to do to him. Am I clear?"
"Ye-yes, sir." The duke didn't want to anger the son of the legendary Gawain. "Crystal clear, milord Laufeyerson-Vanderhorse! If that is what you wish, then the heir of Houses Lokheim and Parmeni is allowed to treat the Hellene Prince the way he desires!"
"Thank you, I'll handle things from here," Ike noted. "If Crimea needs information, I will provide it unless Pit of Hellas asks otherwise."
The Duke bowed and left the room, closing it behind him. Ike took a deep breath, then turned to Pittheus. "Do you mind if I ask you questions right now? There are things we're confused about."
The Hellene nodded. "Can I ask one of my own? Besides that one, I mean."
"Oh, sure."
"How come you're not raised as a noble if you're of noble blood?" he wondered out loud, frowning. "You don't even seem like you're from Crimea."
"Well, technically, no. My mother and father were from Daein- the Houses of Parmeni and Lokheim, respectively. Before I was born, father decided it would be best not to live as a noble due to issues in Daein, so he went to Gallia, where I was born and raised until I was seven. Then we moved to Crimea to create the Greil Mercenaries." Ike shrugged. "Even thought it's been out that I'm a noble, I rarely use my title for anything more but to get my work move smoothly, like I just did."
"I see." Pit rubbed his neck. "Well, that answers my question. You said you had some yourself?"
"Yes. Do you mind answering them?" Ike queried.
"I wouldn't mind at all, actually."
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"I don't know."
"What do you mean, you don't know?" Ike grabbed Pit by the shoulders. "Your father is the King of Hellas!"
He shook his head. "Everything I knew was an entire lie. Not even the King- who I thought was my biological father- knew about the truth. Well, he didn't knew, but now he knows. And now he wants to kill me because he says I've sinned, and he already killed my mother and father." He almost choked up. "I ran away, and found myself in Asgard. I told them to disregard who I was and help me reach Tellius, because I knew either Ashunera or Marion could help me out. This is all my fault."
"Who is your real father?" Pit was silent, yet Ike didn't let it bother him. "If you don't want to tell me, that's okay. I thought maybe I would be able to help you with your situation if I knew more information about you."
"Ye-yes." He took a deep breath. "My father is actually the King's youngest brother. That still makes me a noble, yet..." He sighed. "All I know is that Heracles will stop at nothing to see me dead... even going to war. So I thought, if all the deities rallied together and get the Quidam organization to help me out, then I would probably be saved from Heracles."
"And you said you had another secret?"
Pit nodded. "I don't know how you'll take this one, but it's important. You see, there was a few controversies going around my birth, especially revolving my gender."
"Wait a minute, are you going to tell me you're actually a girl instead of a boy?"
"Well, no. I am biologically male, however the way my mother carried me apparently pointed to me being a female. I'm probably one of the few rare males who acts as a servant of the Goddess Parthena, because that role is exclusively only for women." He looked down. "I am the only male who can converse to the Goddess face to face when she appears for some reason. In fact, I'm the only servant she treats as if I was her own child."
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