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01/10/20 Mysterious creatures have appeared throughout the Kingdom
05/16/18 The Spring Magic Knigts Exam has came to an end!
05/16/18 Patch 2.5 has dropped!
08/01/18 The 4 year Time Skip has occured. New rules and regulations as well as events have all been put into place.
09/21/18 The Royal Knight Exams have begun
10/01/18 The 2018 Fall Harvest Festival will begin
10/19/18 The Fall Magic Knight Exams will begin
11/15/18 The Harvest Festival and Royal Knight Exams both end
11/12/18 The Magic Knight Exams have begun
12/05/18 The Yule Time Festivus has brought many events throughout the Kingdom!
02/15/19 The Grimoire Ceremony is starting all around the country.
04/08/19 The Magic Knight Exams have begun
05/20/19 The Magic Knight Exams have ended
06/01/19 The Diamond Kingdom has started thier invasion on Clover, hoping to end the war!
09/30/19 The War with Diamond has ended!
10/01/19 One Year Timeskip
Or rather, likely very early in the morning. Forrest couldn’t sleep. And there he sat by himself, looking out across to the stars and the night sky. Like usually, he had his dark coat with the patch of the Lion’s Emblem on his upper arm, however, the coat was freely laid on his back and he wasn’t actually wearing it for the moment. Further in the watchtower, he spotted a light of a watch, but otherwise most things seemed quiet at the Lion’s Den, as he liked to refer to it as.
The young man had set himself upon the rooftop of the base, his legs hanging loosely on the stone ledges. In his arms, a simple wooden guitar. This one just one of the few times he could find the time and place to be alone.
The years... they went by again and again. Seasons turned, day turned to night and night to day, and still all this time he had been without her. The guitar and the music let him remember, but sometimes even memories were the hardest to confront. His admittance was that this was supposed to her dream, and everything should have played out differently. Only if he hadn’t lost her, only if she had never died. Yes, the world was such an unfair place.
It was still pitiful to let himself still think of it right? He didn’t know the answer, but then again, maybe he did. He was there wasn’t he? A member of the Crimson Lion, a Magic Knight… him? Long ago it was an easy decision to make, but four years down the line and what had he done? Helped out a noble family? Watched as his fellow knights went out on mission after mission and then never return… just like her. He had been able to heal those that had come back, but even he couldn’t bring a dead body back to life. When someone was gone… they were gone forever. The state of affairs between Diamond and Clover only worsened by the day, but there was just so little he could do.
He always put on a smile, he tried to give encouraging words. He was the steady one, the calm one among the fiery storm that was the Crimson Lion Magic Squad. Yet deep down, he still knew what it was like to lose someone and every time a knight never came back, he was forced to relive those moments over and over again. He asked himself how and why he kept going. And then he would think back to the day a man told him that dreams never died.
That Lion was the Vice Captain of the Squad, the so-called Top Lion in the pride. Those memories, he could still smile about. His fingers plucked at the strings, hardly able to see in anything in the dark of the night, he simply knew the places of the chords by heart. He had played little in the base, often finding little downtime in the place filled with all the rambunctious Lions. He usually was an early to bed and early to rise type of person, but tonight was different.
It was the end of summer.
It was Rose's birthday.
And so he played her a song she may never have heard. His chords echoed silently in the night air. Around his neck lowly hung the ruby necklace he wore in remembrance of her. He couldn’t think of any else to do except play his guitar.
And when the song ended, he rested his hands on the wood, leaning over himself with his eyes still looking out to the trees and the stars above the horizon. He sighed silently to himself, hearing nothing but the night return to him.
“Happy birthday, Rose.”
Last Edit: Sept 20, 2018 22:11:51 GMT -5 by forrest
Blood dripped down the lion's pale knuckles. Panting and out of breath, he could barely manage to hold one eye open. Gasping for air, Ardere did not give up. He found himself just outside the base, in the trees. Relentlessly driving his fist into the bark of a tree, wooden splinters shot across the grass. His knuckles would normally be in severe pain, but the adrenaline and determination coursing through his veins prevented him from noticing how hard he was going. Punch after punch he threw, bits of blood splattering across the tree from his fingers. He had been standing there punching it all night. Even though his fists were wrapped a covered in leather, his fists could only take the impact so much. The morning sky was beautiful, some stars still visible even though the sun was preparing to rise. Filled with orange and red, the clouds slowly shifted along the winds. Dark trees surrounding the man's muscular physique, a perfect place for him to train in private. Even though it was so early, there would likely still be some lions in the training hall. Today, he needed to be alone. The Vice Captain was unyielding in his training, for in the coming days he would be put to the test in the Royal Knight exam.
Dripping in sweat, Ardere was not wearing his armor. In fact, most of his body was wrapped in bandages. An unzipped red jacket revealed the bruises and scars he possessed from both war and relentless training. It was imperative that he give it his all up until it was time to rest. There would be a time to sleep before the exams, but now was not that time. He had to push his body to the edge before he could recover and come back ten times stronger. The brown and red haired man wiped sweat from his brow and eyes, as it was gushing downwards, blocking his vision. Removing his fist from the tree, a massive crater had formed in it as the tree cracked and fell back into the ground. A large thud would be heard around the base, as the birds burst forth from the trees to flee from the noise. Falling into the dirt, the Kasai stared at his bloodied knuckles. Hmph. He exhaled slowly. Honestly, he was pretty beat. The man had spent several hours training. Going for runs and practicing aerial maneuvers. There was not much energy left in his body. He would have fallen into a deep sleep, if not for his enhanced sense of hearing.
Somewhere around the Crimson Lion Base, Ardere heard a soft song. It did not take him long to deduce who was playing this song, but he was surprised that his old friend was up this early. Or perhaps he had never slept at all. Today was a date that for the past few years had meant a lot to him; Rose's birthday. The Vice did not know the right words to say, but perhaps it would be good for him to say hi before bed at least. The two had quite the bond after all. So as he exited the forest with bloodied knuckles and covered in sweat, he leaped up onto one of the balconies. Standing on the railing, he peered up at the man playing his song. Hey there, friend. His smile was warm and happy, especially for a man who had been lost in bloody and intense training. His thoughts had only been of proving himself, and not letting both his squad and his Captain down. But this was more important, at least to him.
Last Edit: Sept 24, 2018 19:13:58 GMT -5 by ardere❂✾
For the time it was, Forrest really hadn’t expected anyone else to be up.
But, perhaps, he wasn’t really surprised to spot a figure coming from the forest that surrounded the base. Ardere had been training, preparing, putting his everything and more all for the Royal Knight Exams coming up so very soon. In the end, however, the blond had to give a short sigh.
“Hey there, friend.”
He heard the words coming from a bit below him, the Vice Captain had jumped onto one of the lower balconies, likely a listener to Forrest’s melody earlier. The blond simply shook his head, his smile was small, like always, a gentle one that seemed to be both relieved but melancholic at the same time.
“Don’t burn yourself out before the exams even began, Sir Ardere.” Forrest stood up on the edge of the roof, his grimoire of brown leather soon glowed a golden colored aura. In the low light of the morning, below the pair on the ground itself, the earth seemed to shift and move. A small tree sprouted within moments later, the small plant would sprout tremendously into a large tree, its branches reaching out and wrapping gently around the fire mage and his injuries. Soon the branches would glow with the same healing light, mending the rather reckless injuries that the Vica Captain had decided to inflect himself on.
Looking out to the starry sky, the guitarist sat back down on the ledge, confident that he could heal the vaguely concerning injuries of the Vice Captain without so much trouble. He had grown in his own way in the past several years, and while he certainly wasn’t the best healer in the order, he had become one of the better ones in the Crimson Lion’s squad.
Likely since it was because the mages of the Crimson Lion were never without in constant need of a healer.
Sighing to himself, Forrest ran his free hand through his locks of dark blond hair. “The sunrise will come soon. I always like the sight. The promise of a new day… Feels like sometimes it's unfair, that I get to see so many.” His words ended with a half undermined chuckle.
It feels so unfair that I get to see so many, when others never get see them again.
Perhaps that was truly what he wanted to say. He could be selfish sometimes, a quality he didn’t like to show others, yet Ardere was one of the few who truly understood him as so. In a way, Ardere had shown him that being ‘selfish’ wasn’t so bad to feel after all. It was on that whim he had decided to become a magic knight.
Because he selfishly wouldn’t let her dream die.
His amber eyes turned downward, fingers reached to below his shirt. He pulled out the ruby gemstone he wore, the color red shined in the starry night. “I received a letter from my parents yesterday. The Missus Bruyere died a few days ago.” The man decided to inform his Vice Captain of the rather grave news, of course, referring to Roses’ mother, the woman who had long ago sent Forrest on the journey to retrieve the very necklace he wore. “Now that her mother is gone, I’m probably one of the few people left who really remember her, Rose.” His fingers wrapped around the gem, and he soon went to gripping it a little too firmly in his palm. Tight knuckled, he set a more stoic expression on his face. Certainly, even before his time in the Knights, Forrest truly had never been an outwardly emotional kind of man. He understood emotions quite well, and he felt them to a genuine degree, yet there was a truth about him he often didn’t share to even his most trusted friends.
Deep down, he was still, very angry.
For years, he had put all his efforts against Diamond, and he still had no face to her killer.
But, what would he even do the man that took her life?
Scream? Cry? Yell? Still be so angry? Did he believe in justice enough to give that man what he deserved? Was that even the right kind of justice?
Maybe he was scared to admit that it could be.
He breathed out again, his fingers slowly unclenched, though they still remained rather shaky. He looked to the brunette, his amber eyes showing all the words he still needed to say.
I'll rest when I'm dead. Ardere snickered to himself ever so slightly. It was just a joke, but he truly was a reckless man at times. He understood the importance of rest and recovery, but it was hard to rest when so much hinged on the missions they would take on in the coming months. There was not a doubt in the Kasai's head that he would end up on the Royal Knights squad, but how the rest turned out he did not know. Too much lay in the young knights of the Order's hands, but they had not given up just yet. Fortunately he had people like Forrest to rely, a healing hand when it was needed. He did not need to be healed from his training injuries, but the man was far too caring to hear any objections. This much the Vice Captain know. Their relationship had evolved over the years, blossoming into a friendship unexpected but true. He was perhaps the one man that the fire mage did not give any crap to, which was an important factor in its own right. Wasn't really needed, but thanks anyways old friend. Looking around at the morning sky, the sun would soon be upon them. Yet the two men stood here, still awake. Leaping up to the roof where the plant mage was, the brown and red haired man popped a squat near him.
It may seem unfair at times, but when I look up at the sun I see all the faces of those looking down at me. And I look up to them for it is a new day, and I must live it like it is my last. There is no time to dawdle. You and I have legacies to uphold, but they only weigh you down if you let them. Rather, we should be letting them uplift us. I like to think that my father and my grandparents, and those we lost on the battlefield are carrying me forward. Not just carrying, pushing me forward to keep going and accomplish my goals. Once you stop feeling the weight and start feeling the forward momentum, things seem much lighter and the world seems less dark. When you look up at the sun, you must not waste the day you have because it has been given to you by those who have given everything for you. Staring up at the sun, Ardere's eyes were intent for a moment as if he was looking at something in the distance. It was almost as if he could see someone standing out there, staring back at him. Perhaps it was some sort of goal in the sky above, but that was for the fire mage to know and no one else.
Smiling, he rubbed the back of his neck and quickly turned to face his friend. Sorry about that. Got a bit intense there! Nodding to the young blonde, he gave a bright smile again. Many would say they are sorry for your loss, but I am thankful you are still here with me after it all. I don't know what I'd do without you, my friend. We've been through a lot together over the course of the war, but I feel that things will come to a close here. I can't tell you it will be for the better or for the worse, but big moves are being made. And all that matters is we do the most with this time we are given, and give it everything we have. If we do that, then I'm sure even if we lose we can say it was a life worth living. But I do intend to win, mind you. Taking another deep breath, Ardere turned back to the sky for a moment. If there is anything I can do for you, just let me know. If we need to go on a crusade, then I will follow you to the end of the Earth. But if all you need is someone to listen or a shoulder to lean on, you know I'm always here.
Forrest was able to laugh at the words. But then, he ended his chuckles with a short sigh. “I heal bodies, not corpses, my friend.” He played along with the joke, but at the same time, it was a rather morbid realization from the healer himself. Yes, he could use his magic to heal even the worst of wounds, but nothing yet allowed him… to save someone when they were already gone.
Perhaps the blond was simply one to worry, one to think of things in the worst ways. He wasn’t exactly in the best state of mind considering the circumstances and the day. Everything had its awful tinge of cynicism to it. Despite his constant efforts to smile, to stay positive, to be that anchor that so many saw him as in such a time of uncertainty, deep down inside, sometimes it was true he felt like he was just falling apart.
Regardless, the pride of the Lions took the healing without so much fuss. Forrest gave a small smile, shaking his head at the man’s words. It didn’t really matter of what Ardere would have said, nothing really would have stopped the blond from using the spell to heal his friend’s wounds. Of course then Forrest seemed to go off on a tangent of his own. His gentle voice seemed to carry weight of words he didn’t know how heavy, but he was glad to have a true friend to listen to them.
Ardere always had that impossible kind of perseverance to him, the spirit, the passion, the pride, and… the truth. Forrest couldn’t help but smile at the man’s speech, he generally was good at giving them. He was simply right, the brunette always was in such matters of the heart. Forrest stayed silent, watching with amber eyes as the other man seemed to be looking off into the distance, to something, someone who was so far out of reach.
Forrest knew he wasn’t the only person to have lost someone before.
Perhaps the two were taking themselves too seriously, there was such a thing as letting the situation become too heavy. Forrest was able to share a chuckle at the man’s admittance that maybe such a thing between them was happening. “And here I was thinking I was supposed to be the serious one.” He gave a shrug of his shoulders, not knowing if such things really mattered anyway. He listened further to what the man had to say, realizing that if it wasn’t for the brunette himself, his life really wouldn’t be where it was at that day. Winning the war seemed like nothing but an ideal to Forrest, yet another unreachable, almost so faraway thing. Yet, not long ago, the idea of conflict had felt so much the same. Forrest’s amber eyes looked off into that distant sunrise, watching the colors of the early morning become what was a beginning of another day.
The final words from the brunette were… curious ones, if the blond truly had to place them. He wondered what the brunette meant at first. After all, the two were truly great friends, he wasn’t sure why Ardere had to repeat such seemingly basic premises of what friends should be, and should do for one another.
But then, a simple conclusion came to his mind.
Forrest looked back tot he brunette, his amber eyes finding the same crimson eyes he had grown to know so well.
“Sir Ardere… as my friend, I would like for you to promise me one thing.” He paused in his words, letting his request sink into the man he had deemed his greatest brother. “In the past four years, this war… It has changed me in more ways than I can count. Every time we lose another Knight, every time I see a starving refugee forced from their home, every time I see a child without a parent… something in me just breaks. It’s the same feeling I had when I lost Rose. I thought that being a Knight, that helping, that healing, that continuing her dream could take that feeling away but it’s still there, wherever I turn.”
The man turned away, putting his hand to his head, running fingers through strands of dirty blond hair. “I’ve learned to live with that feeling. I don’t know what else to do. I guess I’m just a pitiful person. Everything I do, it just feels so small. I know this conflict needs to end, that this war needs to be won, and I find myself willing to do anything to make that happen.” The finality of the last statement seemed to settle in. He was a young man, barely past twenty years old, yet Forrest spoke like he was a man who had lived a lifetime of pain.
And in so many ways, he had.
“If I do something, if I become someone that I’m not… Ardere, I need for you to be the one to stop me.”
Ardere cut Forrest off in the middle of his last sentence. Don't worry. Placing his hands behind his head leisurely, the lion let out a soft breath. Crimson eyes wandering the endless scenery and off into the sky, they found themselves fixed on what was left of the night's twinkling stars. You don't need to ask me to do that, because we're ending this war soon. We can't stand by any longer and allow Diamond to ravage our land. You're not the only one this war has changed, old friend. It has changed us all in one way or another. You may been cut and bruised, but deep down you'll always be the sweet and caring man I call my friend. Leaning back against the stone of the Lion's fortress, he felt the cold through his jacket. It was a cool morning, with the soon to be grey sky looming above. The stars were barely visible, but that did not mean they were not there. The same applied to the hope in Clover Kingdom. Just because it was hard to see did not mean it was gone. I have this to remind me of war's toll. Trailing pale fingers to the scar across his left eye, he let out another sigh. You're not pitiful. We've all lost something, but we keep going. The fact that you have the strength to stand with me and the rest of this squad confirms that. And now even if the night may seem to dark, soon the day will come. I can't tell you when, but it will come. And that feeling you have in your heart, it may not disappear but at least it will lessen. Unfortunately you and I will forever have to carry the weight of others, but after a while you forget the weight is there. Your body adapts and becomes stronger, and you will continue to get stronger Forrest. Trust in that. And even if you fall and stumble a bit, I will always be there to pick you back up. That I swear to you.
Tightening his fist, he shook a bit. Letting out a heavy breath, he tried to calm his nerves a bit. His eyes had been full of so much determination and strength, he had forgotten that it was time to rest a bit. The Royal Knight exams would soon be upon him, and he had to be ready mentally not just physically. Why don't we go for a walk? Always calms me down. Aside from punching trees until my hands bleed of course. Nervously chuckling to himself, he hopped down from the ledge and onto the ground. Dusting his jacket off a bit, Ardere stretched his arms. Groaning as he stretched, his muscles were screaming. The training session he had performed earlier had taken quite a bit out of him, but the cool down of the walk would help a bit. The vice captain had to be careful that he didn't burn himself out before the exam, otherwise he wouldn't be able to show everyone what he was made of.
Last Edit: Oct 15, 2018 19:12:07 GMT -5 by ardere❂✾
Despite the assurance that came from his friend, Forrest still has his reservations about himself. He was glad though, that at least one of was that way. The two were quite opposites. Forrest was quiet and thoughtful, Ardere the brash and direct Lion. The blond only sighed, wondering why he needed to be so concerned when he had a friend such as the brunette.
“Sir Ardere…” The blond had to smile, sighing to himself once again. He ran fingers through his fair hair yet again, his amber eyes averting to the ground. “Thank you… I’m not sure what I would do without you.” It was just a fact, if the Forrest truly had never met the man, then his life would have been a very different one. Ardere had been there when he was lost, and yet again, the brunette was giving him a conscience, a sense of direction in the crazy world they lived in. Forrest couldn’t thank him enough for all that he’d done. Simple words couldn’t convey the bond the two now shared.
“Why don't we go for a walk?”
The man seemed to go ahead without really waiting for a response. Forrest simply had to shake his head at the man’s eagerness, but also let out another soft, short chuckle. He watched Ardere jump down from the roof’s edge, but the blond himself just stood up gently. He reached out for a glowing tree branch that he made grow out towards him. He stepped out onto an awaiting branch, and then made the tree take him down to the ground to his awaiting friend. Dusting off his palms, the golden tree receded down to a sprout and then to nothing at all.
“There are better ways of betting down than jumping off buildings…” The blond had to tease at his fellow Lion’s acrobatics, really at their almost unnecessary dramatic flair. Nonetheless, it was all in good fun.
And so the two would begin their walk, making their way around to the woods that surrounded the Crimson Lion’s base. The soft crunching of leaves and grass echoed beneath their feet and Forrest had a chance to take a deep breath of the fresh morning air. He adjusted the strap to his guitar case once again, before placing his hands in his coat pockets to relax. “The Royal Knights Exam huh? Well… the other Lions and I will certainly be cheering you on, Sir Ardere.” Forrest brought up what the Vice Captain was obviously training for. It wasn’t something that Forrest himself was obviously taking a part of, but he was proud that his friend was putting everything on the line for such an event. “Though, I doubt we’ll have much to worry about…”
But where's the fun in that? Ardere responded as he leaped off the roof and onto the soft earth. The ground was still a bit moist from the humidity, enough to get some mud on his boots. The fire mage did not mind a little bit of dirt and blood, considering his hands were covered in it. When he was beaten, dirtied, and bruised he felt accomplished. It made him feel like he had done something with his day. It was going to take a lot of training if he wanted to be a Royal Knight and some day take on the leaders of Diamond. He did not know the exact details of the mission, but he knew what he had suggested to the captains and what Lysander had said. He had one of the most unique relationships with his captain and was perhaps one of the only vices who knew nearly everything his superior did. The two were close, closer than they should be, but they had a connection that had lasted nearly a decade. It was not unlike the uniqueness that he shared with Forrest. He had made a lot of friends in the Crimson Lions, and he wanted to protect them. The red head had spent decades protecting them, but now it was his turn to protect them all. They just needed a bit of faith in him. He could do it.
Smiling slightly to himself, Ardere walked slowly alongside Forrest. The breeze was nice despite the humidity. The Capital being so close to the ocean was unsurprisingly warm. It was not yet the depths of Fall, but it soon would be. I wonder how the winter will be this year. It seemed like a random comment at first, but he was not just implying how the weather would be. He knew that if the invasion continued, by winter they would be in the common region. This meant that the battlefield would expose both nobles and commoners alike to danger. If they did not take the war to them soon, then Clover would be in the most peril it had been in since the time of demons. We've got a lot of work to do here Forrest. When I'm away, I'm going to need you to look after them. Lysander has too much on his mind to be around all the time. It's up to you and the others to keep the squad together. I won't be long, but I don't know how dangerous my mission will be. Letting out a heavy breath, he trailed his fingertips across the rough bark of the oak trees around them. Caressing the dark brown bark, he felt the roughness across his hands. Stopping for a moment, he could hear the birds chirping above. It was to be morning. Think you can do that for me? I hate to ask, but I have to take this seriously. If we want to be in a time of peace again, it's going to take a lot of work. I know you've got a lot of your mind as well, but a distraction will help. Folding his toned arms, the brown hair across his back fluttered in the breeze. We've got a good family here, don't we?
Last Edit: Oct 24, 2018 0:55:49 GMT -5 by ardere❂✾
It was simply Ardere being himself. Forrest only smiled, saying little else in return as he calmly used his trees to get down from the roof. “I suppose that just means I’m the not-fun one?” Forrest teased the brunette with a casual question, not really expecting an answer as they began their walk together. Their talk was nice, seemed to be filled with more small things than things at large. It was nice simply just to talk, rather than worry about the bigger issues. At least, Forrest just enjoyed the man’s company, no matter what they happened to talk about.
The brisk feeling of the morning was coming along, though Forrest was just a bit tired have a night where he hadn’t really slept at all. He was nearly surprised he wasn’t yawning so much now, but he supposed that he was just a light sleeper to begin with.
Though, Ardere’s comments did bring the blond to attention. It was hard to think of the Lion’s Vice Captain being absent… but if he really was to take part in the Royal Knights, then yes, that was to be his priority then. A dangerous mission… seemed to be the only thing the brunette was rather good at. Forrest rested his hands in his pockets, looking around at the trees with leaves that were beginning to turn. Winter. It wasn’t his favorite season. He had to think of his family back home in the common region.
Ardere paused in his words, taking a moment to stop in their walk together. Forrest turned, looking to the tree the man set his hand on. Amber eyes wandered again, his ears listening to the simple request he received from his friend. Forrest let out a small smile, nodding his head only once.
“You need not worry my friend. The Lions… they are my family, I’d do anything in my power to watch over them and to protect them.”
Forrest nodded, looking over to the same tree that Ardere leaned again. The bark began to glow with a faint golden aura before a small tree branch extended out from the trunk. The tiny branch reached out, growing a few leaves of green before creating a small bud and light colored flower. “But if you could do one more thing for me… Please, watch over yourself Sir Ardere. You’re strong, I trust enough to protect us and defeat the enemy and return home.”
His last few words were said with sincerity.
He knew too much of the feeling of saying farewell… only to never see that Knight again. He wanted to trust Ardere, to believe that the Knight would return. After so many years, the blond had felt he had finally opened his heart to another. He wasn’t sure what would happen if he lost the man he called his greatest friend.
Giving Forrest a light punch on the arm, a chuckled erupted from Ardere's mouth at his comment about being the "not fun" one. Of course it does! Laughing to himself a bit, the fire mage stood in front of the man he called a close friend. The two had a lot on their shoulders this year, but it was soon coming to a close. If the Royal Knights succeeded, then perhaps they could bring this war to a close and return to the peace they had for so long. Some would say they were spoiled, but the Kasai thought that was an arrogant thing to think. Peace was their right. They were forced to live in a war, not forced to live in peace. They deserved a chance to raise their families and be happy. The Clover Kingdom had made many mistakes, but they no longer fought for territory or for greed and power. That was all Diamond fought for now, and that was why they would lose.
The Vice Captain took a deep breath, his muscles strained for a moment as his grips tightened. That much I can do. He would not be that knight who went off to war and never came back. From now on, he broke the cycle. I've seen too many of our friends and family not come home, yet every time I make it back. I must be alive for some reason, and I feel like this is it. So I swear to you and the rest of the Crimson Lions, that the one thing I can promise is that I will come home. I will not be the one who is but a distant memory. I will stand in front of you here and now and forever until we die at the right time, on our own terms instead of those Diamond bastards. Rearing his fist back, he drove it straight through the bark of a nearby tree. The wooden structure was shattered, as wooden splinters shattered outwards and into the dirt. The brunette panted for a moment before removing his bloodied fist from the bark, leaving a rather large hole in the trunk.
Sorry. It's hard to hold all of that in. I'll be sure to let it out on the right people. But as for now, I need to finish this training so I can rest and prepare. I plan on securing my spot in the Royal Knights, so this may be the last time I see you for a few weeks. I will return on friend. That much you can count on. Walking over to the blonde, he embraced the man in a hug for a moment before walking off into the trees. There was much work to be done.
Last Edit: Nov 1, 2018 22:48:36 GMT -5 by ardere❂✾