"Ophyca, where are you?" Father Micah, around his 90's now, shouted out of the back of the church. He knew that's where the boy was, it's where Ophyca went to get some peace for the day. To sister Indrie's grave. Father Micah hadn't known the Sister, he was only twelve himself when the sister had died almost 80 years ago. But the boy, Ophyca...he never aged. And he always watched that grave, as well as the church and the town it was in. It had been named several things over the years, but now, it was known as Flora.
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"And...well, that's about it." Ophyca said with finality. He had been talking to the grave site for a little over an hour, just his thoughts, and his remembrances of his time with the sister. It was his way of coping with it, his immortality and how he hated to say goodbye. During one of his rampages when he was at full strength, Ophica, known as Ashraim then, was stopped dead in his tracks by the teenage Indrie. It wasn't her beauty or anything like that: he just viewed her as insignificant. But she wasn't...oh no. She was the most significant person in his life. Cause the moment he laughed at her please and turned around, letting his guard down, Indrie used an ancient sealing spell that branded itself on his back permanently. It was painful, and when he finally turned to Indrie, his rage was unfathomable, but something was odd. She was...taller than him, now? The spell had worked, she had sealed up most of his powers, and had left him in a child-like state. Well...except for the horn. And the small amount of wind magic he could produce. She took care of him after that and...well, that was just too painful to get into. Mortals had it easy, they have but moments, and their grief is very brief. For immortals...grief lasted lifetimes.
"I'll see you tomorrow morning, Sister." Ophyca said cheerfully, a big grin on his face. "I've got errands to do, but I'll be back soon!" Ophyca was perched on Indrie's solitary gravestone. Where the wording on the grave stone should have been worn, it wasn't: the grave was pristine. That's what Ophyca did, mostly. Just take care of the grave and keep the church and town safe. Ophyca hopped off the stone after hearing Father Micah shout out of the back of the church. "Coming father!" He squeaked, and scampering towards the church door. "I know you have errands to run, old friend! I don't want you to be late to town!" The father laughed. Father Micah had known Ophyca from his childhood, and while Ophyca remained ageless, Micah had taken over the church upon Indrie's passing. "I know, I know. Just doing my daily rounds in the garden!" he chimed with a cheerful smile. His pointed ears and foot-long horn poking out of his forehead made him quite odd to the populace of Flora, who obviously didn't know his real identity. But, everyone knows of him, and the townspeople like him well enough. "I'll be off now, though. Don't wait up for me if I'm late!" And with that, Ophyca grabbed his satchel and headed into town at a dead sprint through a field, Father Micah waving and smiling after him....
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Upon entering the town, their seemed to be many things going on. He waved at the few shopkeepers he knew well, picking up the necessary supplies he required and continued through the town. His pack filled with his required items and trinkets, he made his last stop in an alleyway. "Ivan...where are you? I know you're here!" Ophyca said with a laugh using his horn and poking around. "Ahhh! Cut it out!" a male voice said, and Ivan's magical concealment spell was broken. He was holding his knee, a middle aged, rough looking man. A cliche' eye patch to boot. "You know you're eye isn't missing, right?
"Shut it, twerp."
"It won't get you women, Ivan!"
"I said, SHUT IT!" Ivan shouted, shifting his eyes back and forth. "But...I have it..."
Ophyca's eyes lit up brightly. "You mean...you found her locket?" Ivan nodded slowly, handing it to Ophyca, the small, silver, diamond shaped trinket flashing in the sun. "On the house. You're a good customer." Ivan nodded to the Ophyca before disappearing. Not being able to contain his glee, Ophyca threw the necklace around his small neck, tucking the locket beneath his shirt as he traveled through town. He had gotten a good haul today. Ophyca was a collector of sorts: He liked old human objects. Ages ago, Indrie had lost a locket on one of her journey's, and Ivan had found it for him. Ophyca was passing by some well-to-do eatery in town, when he saw that there was someone pulling a lot of attention from the local ladies. "Must be a popular noble or something. Time to have a look-see!" He said and with a jump, bright green energy flew around him, his horn giving off a dim green glow as he controlled the air around him, using it floating above the ground to see who was making a commotion. He landed on top of a street lamp, balancing on the tip of the object using his air manipulation as he gazed into the middle of the crowd. "So, that's who's got the ladies swooning, huh?" Ophyca laughed a bit as he looked on at the guy in the see of women. He couldn't place it, but there was something odd about this guy...
