March 10th, Year 110
The Darkling sighed as his gaze drifted towards the sea, leaning against the wall of an alley. The air was crisp, causing the water to move and turn into waves as it neared the shore. Despite still being quite new here, the Darkling found that just looking at the sea calmed him.
Pandora was...interesting. It was quite different from Ravka, there was no denying that. The cities, the towns, the people—they were all different. Back in his own world, he’d traveled in his youth; moving from place to place with his mother, never staying in one place for too long because of who they were.
As time went by, the world changed. Technology advanced, war raged between the nations—ironically, it was the treatment of Grisha that had not. They were still treated as abnormalities; even though Ravka has the Grisha as the Second Army to help in the war, they were still treated like servants. If the King wanted to throw a party, he’d still order Grisha to make it as theatrically impressive as possible.
It was disgusting how that foolish man was still on the throne. The Darkling had vowed a long time ago that he’d change the world: to make Ravka and the other countries accept the Grisha as their equals. For there to be no more wars—for the world to be unified.
But now, with being stuck here, his goal would be difficult to achieve.
His train of thought was disrupted when he heard something. While Cascade Bay’s port was bustling, the Darkling’s eyes narrowed when he saw the glint of knives in the light, as well as a voice telling to step away in the alleyway.
Though he normally wouldn’t interfere; if someone was being mugged, that was their own fault—he was hesitant to leave this alone since these individuals could very well come for him. Better to clean up this mess before it created a problem for him.
He saw two people cornering a young man with white hair when he walked further in the alley, the Darkling contemplated for a moment if he should just kill these thieves. One swipe of the Cut and it’d be over...but then he’d have to deal with the bodies.
With a flick of his wrist, the alleyway was engulfed by darkness.