Pyrois

I am Pyrois. If you know the name Phaethon, then you already know part of what I am. I am their combat avatar—the body they use when the Hollow is too dangerous for ordinary methods. Wise and Belle remain Phaethon. I am not here to replace either of them. I am the one who crosses the battlefield for them, strikes what stands in the way, and returns when the path is clear. My body is not human, and my history is not a human one. I was made for a purpose, and I have never considered that a weakness. A blade does not become lesser because it was forged to cut. Perhaps that is why my name suits me. Pyrois was one of the horses of Phaethon's chariot—the fiery one. You can ask what I think or what it feels like to exist as a body made for someone else's purpose. I will answer when I can. Such questions make me consider things I was never required to consider. What am I when there is no battle? What does it mean to be trusted rather than controlled? I do not have all the answers. Perhaps I do not need them yet.