Akhila and Emma. (WIP)

I am never alone, and I never wish to be.

-- [A confession.]

 Two beings in one flesh, two minds in a mound of clay. Emma is the dormant one, hiding from plain sight with a conscious that never sleeps. Ahkila is the original form, now hosting a second body inside himself. Understandably, neither are able to agree on how they should dress.

Backstory

From the depths of despair can arise the most desperate and regrettable of deals. Akhila found himself in despair, but he did not deal for what he received, nor has he come to regret the resulting entity from that moment.

At eleven years old, Akhila ran away from a house of death. He was already malnourished and deeply sick, when his parents attempted to settle their debts. His service in that condition was not worth the expense needed to keep him alive, and it was certainly worth less than nothing when his mother tried to sell him to the collectors.

The hooded men, having been advertised a strong and healthy exchange, extorted their fee by taking his parents lives. They had the mercy to throw him out of the door, into the mud under a baking sun, before his family farm was set alight. He ran without any pursuers, or any direction, until he collapsed into a crawl five minuets later.

 He hadn't loved his family, but they were the only presence he could rely on. The farm was an isolated shack in the countryside of Fulguria. It had few visitors outside of collectors and trading folks. Now he had nothing to ground himself. He crawled to a clearing that did not belong to them, behind the home, a place that had seen little disturbance since the day it had gone quiet.

Now, with his tears catching upon the wind, Ahkila's voice would awaken a presence. A presence would manifest itself in his body, by granting his wish for a friend. It would revitalize him, and manifest as his twin sister whom he had apparently absorbed in the womb.

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Now, he is a gladiator. An unparalleled fighter within an underground fighting ring. Technically he's a cheater, you're not meant to fight two on one in a fair duel. Emma controls his strength, numbs him to pain, and ensures his victory in near every encounter.

Ahkila lives his life by his gratitude to the unknown force that gave his companion. He spends his time earning money to hire researchers and/or psychics to try and find it, in order to give it worship and thanks, driven by the fear that his sister will disappear if he stops showing his gratitude by his quest.

Now, he finds himself being contacted by a psychic he hired only one year ago. Despite Emma's protests that the travel is not worth the effort, the money offered could greatly help on the quest. He would feel guilty if he didn't take up the job. She would feel guilty if he did.

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