MASTERS

Adarsa is completely immovable on a singular front- For every action, two histories must always be written, and always to their best collective ability. [break][break]

one for the people now

People need reassurance and support. Adarsa puts forth his best self, his soft fur gleaming, earrings and collars and bracelets shimmering brightly in the light. They need the story of how he and his brother survived against all odds, despite the struggles and trials they faced. Parentless, left to care for themselves, Darcy spending most of his life in trouble- But it's a happy-ending story, one where Darcy and Adarsa turn out okay, Darcy breaking free from the bad-guys, Adarsa getting the job of his dreams. It is not quite real, not quite accurate, but it is close enough, and it supports and encourages others- If they can do it, so can you. It doesn't tell all happy things- There are the struggles he faced as a historian, the distancing between himself and his brother. But there was always something happy he could slip in- Antecedotes about late nights fueled by coffee, the time Darcy surprised him with a fancy new quill, the pride he felt as he was named First Historian. The ending that said that all of the stress had been worth it. The song-stories he tries to write, to look at the chaos and confusion of the world and make it into something liveable.[break][break]

He writes with a flowing grace, flitting between conventional songs and things he makes himself, singing the praises of their King, their fair nation, the people here. Yes, there are strange pokemon appearing, but the King and Guild Master are wise, and powerful, and compassionate. and that is what Adarsa focuses on- Letting others know that while these may be dark times, there is always a nearby light, and we all can do our part to make it shine brighter.

one for the people later

The song-stories do not tell everything. The records that are bound and kept in the halls do. They tell of how many dark, sleepless nights there were, watching Darcy slip away, unsure if his brother would return- and what state he would be in if he did. The arguments, frequent and volatile, the lack of food regularly, the way Darcy would whisper his apologies when he thought Adarsa was asleep. The records would tell of the way Adarsa wasn't helping either, spending his free time out of ht house, trying to distance himself from Darcy, and Darcy's problems, finding it an inconvenience as a child and an affront when he was older. It would even talk about Adarsa's mistakes, the way he sought out companionship in others instead of being there for his brother and his dearest friend. They are all things Adarsa would gladly forget- But they are vital parts of his history, and made him who he is now... so they are things he cannot ever let go of.[break][break]

And so nothing in history is ever forgotten- Adarsa watches it all with a keen eye, and marks it all down. The successes and failures both of King Jeannot II. Every step made along the wrongful execution. The way King Klaus has stumbled- and the way he has proven himself capable. Adarsa writes all of it down, and keeps it all close, even if he would rather not- because he knows what will happen if there is any other alternative.

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