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Cecil raised his eyebrows at her, "Kind of hard not to."

[CrimsonMoon]

She just smiles up at him and shrugs,"... I'm... Tired..."

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"If I let you sleep, are you going to die on me?" He asked warily.

[CrimsonMoon]

" If I do, just ask a Necro to wake me up again," She laughs softly, Mars yawns and curls up,"... Want to know the legend of the Varja as a bed time story...?"

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Cecil laughed, "A bedtime story? I haven't heard one of those since I was a boy."

[CrimsonMoon]

" It might be scary to a human... But it's life to us... Settle down, listen, close your eyes," she muses softly

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Cecil closed his eyes and settled his hands over his stomach, "Okay, shoot. I'm listening."

[CrimsonMoon]

Mars nods and rests her head on her hands," The Varja are a group of warriors of my people who are basically myths. The Varja means 'Thunder bolt of Shiva', the weapon of our Goddess of Destructions," She breathes softly and murmurs

" There is the Varja of Life, the Varja of Death, the Varja of Decay, the Varja of Growth, the Varja of Limbo and the King of Varja... The King masters all of the warriors," She leans her head back and murmurs," They only appear when the time of life or death is upon the world. They decide whether Intelligent Beasts should survive or to let the primal ones take over again..."

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"So, they're like gods?" He asked.

[CrimsonMoon]

" No... Mortals," She rubs her face in her hands," So if they decide the world dies, they die too. But the Varja are very solitary... Because when they were chosen out of billions of other creatures, the other creatures grew so jealous that they tried to kill the Varja... So they all fle in different directions..."

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"Huh, that seems like a big responsibility," He muttered.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Seems like it," she nods fainty and tosses the rock back into the river,"... My patrol was out ere so we could find the King... We need him..."

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"Oh? Why do you need him?" He questioned.

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"Oh? Why do you need him?" He questioned.

[CrimsonMoon]

"... Because we're just suddenly dropping dead," She whispers softly," It's like a disease that us centaurs get and within hours we just... Drop dead..."

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"Just like that?" He cocked his head, "No symptoms or anything?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" The only way we know that we have it is that..." She trails off and shudders, unable to finish

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He glanced at her, wondering why she stopped, "And what would having the King do?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" He'd be anle to tell us what's up... This disease just came out of nowhere... It's crazy," she murmurs and buries her face into her hands

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"The King knows all about this disease?" He frowned.