Long years had the Jenuchei Mannor housed the minds of kings and queen’s alike. All were destined for power, all of them succeeded eventually. BuaBua was a small land with a small community but it thrived on it’s farms as it did it’s hard working citizens. It had not always been that way, in fact, BuaBua was once said to be a cursed land of poisoned soil and ill fortune. How it had blossomed, none remain whom have the knowledge to recall. Those who served it however met it’s good grace as well as the splendor of it’s servants. “ I am titled ‘Niche Okamura 34’ the seventh wave guardian of lord Guin Nomad and subsequently Lord Mino Vilantre.” The cold metallic words of Niche had repeated themselves once more but Torano had still not truly understood. “ If you are a servant..then where is your master?” his question had only met with silence as if Niche were ashamed to answer. “ Niche cannot answer. As of 20 years from dormancy Niche was resigned terminally. Lord Vilantre had vanished and so forth my service.” The blue linings of her eyes had dimmed. “ However, void was my resignation with the return of the crown bearer of royal blood onto these grounds. Niche remains the last of seventh wave and therefore a necessity to the lord’s safety.” Her smile had almost been reassuring “ Well that’s all well and goo- wait excuse me are you saying I’m your master now?” before he had time to finish, the iron woman had taken a bow to him “ H-hey you don’t need to do that you know. I know I’m a king and everything but I don’t think I can handle servants. I’m just…looking for a way out of here.” As he sighed Niche had looked to him once more “ Though in some disrepair, Niche can help.” The flickering of her eyes were the start of Torano’s problems.
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A large wave of water had carried Torano out the front door into the valley. A great storming cloud followed spewing forth what had been an endless supply of the same water that threatened to consume anything that dare draw near “ THIS IS SO NOT WHAT I MEANT!” Torano had managed to cry out as the water soon joined with a current downhill. The sight of a fisherman had drawn Torano’s pleas “ I have you lad, none to worry!” the fisher’s pole had pulled but instead drew forth a large fish from the waters “ This truly is my lucky day!” the fisherman had squeeled in delight completely unaware Torano had only been dragged further downstream until he had vanished.