Artist: Carrotwine - Song: Dark Side Of The Road
It was no secret that the Quincy kind was yet again on its proverbial decline. For one reason or another, the race experienced a form of near extinction at least once or twice every millennium. This time however it didn’t stem out of the genocide committed against her people, or even one they had chosen to orchestrate themselves. Instead, the race was simply dying off as other prominent race took the lead, and as ideas once thought to be tradition were replaced by ones of a much looser and unrestrictive kind. Even today, there was a certain level of negativity that surrounded the faction of the Vandenreich. Despite their efforts, the stigma of their past continued to work against them, making people feel uneasy, and casting doubt on those who fell within their ranks.
Within its leadership, Sofia had taken on the task to help seek out Quincy that had left, and those who couldn’t bring themselves to join just yet. Doing so wasn’t part of her duties however. Her job as the Sternritter Grandmaster was simply to support and advice the Executive positions and the Elect and be a powerful force for her kind to look up to. Still, the girl had to admit she performed her more bureaucratic job just as was needed, but never going above and beyond. That kind of effort was saved primarily for training, battle, and trying to convince others like her to align with their people. Why? It was simple. For someone as powerful and without fear as the prodigy, not many understood the very simple fact: she was scared. And perhaps because of all she had done and accomplished, most seemed to gloss over the fact that she was young at a mere 23 years of age.
It wasn’t a fear of death or being hurt though. The Vandenreich had a long infamous legacy of truly awful leaders who had been remembered by nothing but the chaos and death they brought upon the Earth. Worse still, from her point of view, were those leaders who’d never be remembered. The leaders that simply lived and died, without making a real change in the structure, the drive, and the perception of her people. It wasn’t a mentality that was commonly shared, but it was hers; for now. When she was a bit younger, Sofia believed she could do anything. She rose through the ranks, created useful Quincy technology, and pushed on with the drive to be the strongest of her people. She wanted to lead them into better times. She wanted to clear their names and poised them as true pillars of right in a world that was undoubtedly very wrong.
She soon would find out that words were meaningless without action. Despite her power, and the extents she had gone through to secure it, it didn’t matter. Even with everything she had done, and everything she had accomplished, in relation to the true powers in the spiritual realms, Sofia was but a speck of dust in a sunbeam. Disheartened, she felt as though her contributions would be in vain, and that she’d be remembered by nothing. Even worse still, she could be remembered as the leader that let her people go extinct. For those reasons, the Quincy slowed her advances gradually for some time. At one point she was ready to challenge the Elect for her position, and then, she wasn’t. Leading the Quincy was something she still desired, but pride and fear were too tough an opponent to best just yet. In getting stronger, and trying to convince people to join their ranks, she found what could be described as a form of momentary redemption. Perhaps the increase in numbers and ideals would cause a shift on the organization, or even herself.“He should be here any minute,”
said Sofia resting a coffee cup over the table.
Her connections and resources had lead her to the whereabouts of a Quincy that had long thought to be missing by some, and dead by others. The man known as Cyrus had a very positive reputation among the people for the work he did, and the ubiquitous nature of the power he possessed. It seemed as though his ideals weren’t all too different in nature to those of Gift. Though at least she didn’t think Cyrus had the ingrained hate for the Vandenreich, and an abhorrence for everything they stood for as the forest Quincy had. Seeing as she had made some progress with Gift, Sofia was confident she could try and reason with this man too. In a perfect world she’d hear him out as would he and agree to come help them in their struggle to rebuild what they had. Of course, the fact remained that he was largely enigmatic, and could prove a difficult variable in her attempts to reason with him. Still, an outdoor café seemed to be just the right place for such a meeting. It wasn’t overly fancy, and there was enough room and privacy at that time of day to ensure what would hopefully be a pleasant yet decisive conversation.