Kemeko

The little sprout on Kemeko's head was a promise of fortune from a friend they treasured. As a scholar, Kemeko's days were spent in the pale stone temple, chronicling the history of the great falls as fishing boats drifted below. They believed in the plant's power, in the city's enduring strength. But that belief shattered when the river swelled without warning, sending a violent wave crashing through the plaza. Kemeko was swept away, and when they awoke on the high stairs, their friend was gone. The shock of that moment never left their face. They found the azure visor in the debris and have not taken it off since. The katana they once polished for ceremony is now kept sharp, a grim tool for a world that offers no guarantees.