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Kazanari Anya dreams of the sun.
“When you’re older,” grandfather says. “If you prove yourself worthy.”
“Yes, grandfather,” she says seriously. “I will do my best.”
The story she knows goes like this.
The King betrayed the Fangire. With his half human brother. Bishop and Rook were killed. Many things happened, and the proud, normal Fangire were forced to either follow the new laws or die.
Obviously, this was not a popular opinion.
This is why she has no parents. Her mother was human. Her father did not survive against her grandfather.
This is why she has Kensoa.
The strange Kivats mostly sided with the wrong side. Kensoa is a robotic copy purchased from an organization known as Foundation X.
This is why she must become the blade. She has the strength to do it, and she has little other worth. Being a hybrid. She should be dead. A new Queen will come to kill her, if she doesn’t first kill Kiva and the weak King.
This is all she knows.
But…
In her dreams, she can fly. The same wings on Kensoa. Wide and black and sharp, they help her reach for a bright yellow sun with a desperate hand. Dark hair whips around her instead of her tight ponytail, and she’s coming close.
The sun is warm and bright. Grandfather says she can’t look right at it, but she wants to.
Kensoa brings her sun toys.
Little things, he sneaks in and out and brings back a little toy that dances and sings about being the sun until it breaks. He brings her a soft plush with menacing blue eyes and protrusions like fire. She doesn’t know what it is, so she calls it Sun.
He cares about her.
“Why?” She asks. “I’m just a sword…”
“Or,” Kensoa says. “You could be a sentinel. A protector.”
“But…”
“Neither of us should exist, but we do,” Kensoa says. “They made a mistake, Anya-Chan. I’m not loyal to the Kazanari name or even Fangirekind. I’m loyal to you. And whatever you choose.”
Anya smiles. She understands most of what he says. That’s usually all she can manage.
She is a child, after all.
“Thank you,” she says. Kensoa smiles back at her.
“I’ll bring you the sun for real, one day,” he says. “I promise.”
Anya believes him.
Grandfather sees her toys. He doesn’t take them, but her training is beginning in earnest.
It’s harder to dream, now.
(She dreams anyways. Above the earth, between the sun and the moon, she is flying.
She is infinite.)
The man is shiny. Bright red with blue eyes like her plushie. Like Sun.
Then he turns to a human form. She can smell it, vaguely.
Different.
But…
“What are you doing here?” She asks. The man raises his arm and is about to say something when—
“It’s okay,” says Kensoa. “I brought him here. He says he’s the Sun.”
Anya nods.
“Okay,” she says. “I’m called Kazanari Anaya, who are you?”
“Grandmother said this…”
The Sun is named Tendou Souji, and he starts coming every day. The Sun is strange. He gives strange quotes, but grandfather never notices him.
“Some creatures, the sun won’t shine for,” the Sun says. Anya nods. That would track for her grandfather. His is not a Sunny power.
“I wish I could go away from him,” she says. “But my duty…”
“If your environment doesn’t help you grow, how could you ever know duty?” the Sun asks. Anya looks down.
“I dunno,” she says.
“You could come with me,” the Sun says. “And make the choice from there.”
Anya’s eyes widen.
“Really?” She asks. “But then, Grandfather will come after Sun-San… he says I can’t see the sun until I’m stronger.”
“I can take him,” the Sun replies. “Regardless, Grandma said this, ‘People become stronger through adventures’. It’s your choice.”
Anya thinks about it for only a moment. She trust the Sun.
“Okay.”
The sun is bright and hurts her eyes. She hurries her face in the Sun’s chest.
“You’ll get used to it,” he says.
“I know,” she replies.
She knows she made the right choice.