Monsters, Demons, and Death

The lightborn coughs in the dark empty room, knowing his vision would remain unclear even in the bright hours of Hikari’s watch. For his eyes are bleary from the aching pain in his chest and endless coughs in his throat. His head is drummed by this curse of a plague that has stricken his village and killed all but him. He waits for someone to come but knows no one will, for his home is far to the north of the Sol Navis, capital of light, and too far to the east for aid from the other villages, lying just inside the border of the accursed Devil’s Hideout. But they wouldn’t help if they knew of the sickness in any case. The only people to come here are the forsaken children when food is scarce or abominable creatures that come from a pair of lightborn and another. Few survive for long as the foxes with too many eyes are ever watching for the vulnerable.