How had he ended up here in his current situation? Walking along the outskirts of an unknown forest with a little girl wrapped up in his arms, asleep upon his chest was not ever a picture that Calvyn had put himself in. He was the discarded son of a lord, a lord who had been overtaken with rage and become a monster of his own making. A lord who he and his brother had been forced to kill. He was a young man who had lost everything. The woman he was supposed to wed had loved another and he had let her go to her happiness. The land he had owned he had given up to his brother, allowing him to have control of the estate again. His long hair had been cut, the green ribbon now work around his wrist instead. The woman that he had actually felt himself falling for, he had run off out of fear and for honor's sake.

He had nothing and he was nothing. Just a broken man with a shattered and scarred heart. Until he came upon little Gracelynn that is. They had both loved the same woman, but in different ways. Faeyra was a force that had played a role in their lives, a role that had impacted them each deeply. For him, she was the one who got away. The woman who had slowly begun to make him feel again, to make him want more out of life. Yet, he had run her off out of his fear. For Gracelynn, Faeyra had been a mother figure, someone the little child had clung to with all the love in her heart. Faeyra had given her hope and the ability to have a family.

The storm had come soon after he had given up his land and his betrothed. It had brought fear to the land as people began to disappear and vanish from the very world itself. Faeyra had been one of those people. He had searched high and low, traversed all of Rev for the purple haired woman. With all his searching, time, and effort, he thought for sure that he would stumble across her and be able to tell her everything. To apologize for sending her away and explain why.

He never found her though. Instead, he had found Gracelynn, crying on the beach as she searched and searched for her Fay-Fay. They had both spend their time searching for the same woman and that was exactly how they had ended up in Shaman. When the sand gave way and they began to fall, Calvyn had wrapped the little girl up in his embrace, bracing them both for the impact he was sure would come.

They had woken up wrapped together in a field of soft grass, lost and unsure. Eventually they had figured out where they were and after he had attempted to try and comfort the little one (a failed attempt since Gracelynn ended up becoming more of a comfort to him), they had started to figure out this new life. He had accepted responsibility for the 5 year old girl, promising himself that he would not allow her to grow into the dark she devil that most women became. He supposed he didn't have to worry much about that though. Gracie had a good head upon her shoulders. She had been through too much at her young age and had been forced to grow up too fast. She was everything in the world that was pure and innocent even after all the horrors and fears she had been plagued with.

He turns green eyes down to look at the sleeping face that is pushed up against his shoulder, tiny arms wrapped around his neck in a loose and sleepy grip. He never thought that he could feel this way about a tiny human. Children were something that he had always been told were better in the background, rarely seen and never heard. Gracie had proven this all wrong. She was a light in a dark world and the fiercely protective love he had begun to feel for her scared him.

Calvyn was so lost within his thoughts, he didn't even see the woman in front of him until after he ran right into her. He muttered a quick and genuine apology before starting to scurry off down the path.

Gracelynn was jolted awake as their bodies collided with that of the woman, sleepy eyes opening as Cal-Cal began to walk away. She looked over his shoulder at the woman they had run into and instantly she was wide away, squirming in his grasp as she tried to get his attention and get down. "CAL-CAL! STOP! THAT'S FAY-FAY!" She cried out as she pushed against his chest.

"Shhh you are just waking up, Gracie. It can't be Faeyra." His words were gentle as he placed a hand gently upon her cheek. The determination in her eyes and her insistancy was enought to make him turn around though and when he did, he instantly froze in his place, his arms slowly dropping to let Gracelynn sink to the ground. "Faeyra...is it....is it really you?"

As soon as her little feet hit the ground, Gracie took off running towards the purple haired woman, tears flowing freely from amber eyes. "FAY-FAY! It's me!" Came the cries from little pink lips.