The smaller Nepalese male, parted from the East Indian Company to start off a new life. As he left the cruel past missions behind. Hiding his identity to ensure an escape.

The scimitar in hand, remembering the roots of his past.

Naib had long forgotten what true peace even was, after blood had stained his very hands from countless missions. Resenting war and the practice all together.

Spiraling from the images of his fallen compatriots haunting him.

The light in this nightmare was his mother’s face.

Mine…

⠀⠀l⠀◟ † ◞ ⠀l

・゜🫀 ゜・ׂ ⩇⩇:⩇⩇ ׅ _ 💨

ᴀ ᴍᴇʀᴄᴇɴᴀʀʏ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ. ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀʟʟɪᴇꜱ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴀ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴀᴛ ꜱᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴀʟ.

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I’ve tried many times and here you are still standing.

I genuinely pray for your downfall everyday.