Ixen
I tell people that I hate the sun, this isn’t true it’s just the easiest explanation. The truth is the sun hates me. It’s my oldest memory, it’s hatred glaring down at me. I don’t have any other memories of outside these sewers and tunnels, not even memories of my childhood. All I know is that my name is Ajikis Ixen and I’m a guardian of life, the little that is left. These tunnels are the home of the cities forgotten and abused and they are my charge. To the fungus that clings to the walls to the urchins and pickpockets who feed off the city’s scraps, I’m their caretaker. When the dark sun sets I take the shapes of beasts and take to the city streets disguised as a common pest, to gather food and water if I can. I never stay out too long. Less I will be left out in the open in the sun. I don’t know what will happen if I’m in the light of the sun. I don’t want to know. Even when I stare at the little sunlight that reaches the sewers, I can feel the hatred emanate from its light as if her draconic red wished nothing more for my death. As long as the dark sun sails the sky, I cannot leave the under ground, that was intel the second dawn…