Teenagers make dumb decisions

Ember couldn't stand the tension in the castle anymore. She couldn't stand just sitting around and butting heads with her father over their interpretations of their family's ideals and the tenets of the Hallows. Neither side was going to back down, and for as much as Artorias felt she was in the wrong, Ember felt just as strongly towards her sire. She'd already destroyed untold amounts of training dummies to vent her frustrations, but the friction wasn't getting better on its own. So Ember decided it was high time for her to make her own decisions and opinions—and that decision was to go see these so-called "monsters" for herself.

It didn't take much to bring her plans to fruition. All it required was a convincing lie to her mother about going out camping in Auster's wilds for a bit to clear her head and get some space. Sure, it wasn't entirely a lie, but it wasn't the whole truth either. If she told her mother where she was actually going she would've been stopped immediately, and gods only knew what her father would say if he heard! So she opted to just not tell Artorias a thing and instead began packing as quickly as she could. All she needed was enough to get her through the colder winter up north for a few days. Her black wool cloak, her sword, and her companions. Everything else she could scavenge or hunt for. She wasn't some child that couldn't care for herself anymore. Besides, if Talyssa could do it, surely she could too.

Ember had just finished slinging Ravenedge across her back and tying her cloak around her neck to conceal it, looking at herself in the mirror for one final check. She wasn't going to be gone long, but she wanted to be gone before her father caught wind of her runaway and tried to stop her. Her plan was simple—go north, spy on the Syndicate from a safe distance for a bit, glean whatever intel she could to make an informed decision about these enemies of her family, then return home. Simple. With a final nod to her reflection, Ember headed out of her room with her companions in tow and trotted down the stairs, headed for the front door.

"Ember Carpathius" | "Carpathian"