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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
It was late at night, most other Lions were already asleep or out on night patrol, yet Forrest was simply having another listless evening. A traditional holiday song strummed from his strings, echoing to a silent room. He was in something of a break room, where chairs and tables were set about, with bigger couches and stools set by a small fire. Forrest himself sat at a single chair, his guitar in his lap as his fingers moved while his eyes wandered downward.
Lost in his music, he saw a memory play before his eyes.
It was winter evening so many years ago. A boy and a girl sat by the fire in a small house in the woods, snow fell in droves outside, yet both sat together warmed by the flames, ignoring the cold. Both had decided to stay up, thinking that they would catch a glimpse of Father Winter coming down the chimney to gift them with present that holiday. He was already falling asleep, but Rose pushed him over, shaking his body so he would stay awake. He remembered laughing, tired eyes looking over to her.
“W-What if we see Saint Nick and he doesn’t want to give us presents since we saw him?”
“I don’t care Forrest! I’m gonna catch that fat man red-handed and tell him to make sure that I get into the Magic Knights! That’s the only gift I ever want!”
“Rose, that’s a long time from now…”
And I… don’t want you to leave me behind.
He didn’t say those words so long ago. Maybe he regretted it.
And yet, you did leave me behind didn’t you?
He opened his eyes, realizing that his playing had stopped. Words he said to himself were lost in the crackling of the fire. The celebration and holidays were over for the most part, and now he just waited for the year to end so another could begin. He supposed life was just like that, filled with endings and beginnings.
It wasn’t the first sleepless night he would suffer, it certainly wouldn’t be the last. Perhaps he enjoyed the silence and the solidarity, even with other Lions he wasn’t much of a talker. Maybe he was just getting too stuck in his own head. He sighed to himself, shaking his head in the slightest. It was always like this during the winter.
Because it was the first season he had spent knowing she was gone.
His actions had been drastic when he had learned of Rose’s death from the Lion’s messenger. He had quite literally run away from home, spent days out in the cold and wet woods that surrounded his mountainous village. He almost couldn’t remember if he had eaten during that time. Unprotected in the ice and snow, it was a miracle he hadn’t gotten frostbite or died… His parents had been worried, Rose’s mother had been so worried. But at that time, he was just lost, so lost.
He raised his hand, his fingers found the ruby gemstone resting on his chest. He held it up slightly, letting the fire reflect rays of red into the silent room. It was Rose's necklace, given to him by her late mother. The elder Bruyere…. Was gone as well now. It seemed that the only thing the young man was good at… was losing people.
Joining the Magic Knights. Living Rose’s dream because she died. Watching young mage again and again be sent off to war to never return home.
His thoughts were pitiful, his mind rather dark. There were a few times he let such emotions show so freely. He didn’t claim to be strong or to be a tortured soul, sometimes he just felt so empty that he didn’t know what to call that feeling at all. His heart was long closed, yet he still so desperately felt like he was grabbing for a reason to keep going. His fist closed around the ruby gem as he held it close to his chest. He knew he couldn’t cry anymore, his tears were already spent so long ago.
He was here now because a great friend told him that was it meant to live. Maybe that was the only thing keeping him going anymore. His quiet sigh echoed silently as he let go of the gem, letting it rest on the bare skin of his chest and open shirt. He adjusted himself so he could hold his guitar again and simply continued on with his song.
It was dark as Silas got back to the noble realm. Silas figured that it was to late at night to go back to the Vermilion estate as everyone was most likely asleep by now. "I could always head to the crimson lion base Silas thought to himself. The base was about a thirty minute walk from where he was. As Silas began to walk the light snow fall began to get increasingly heavier making it harder to walk. Silas pulled his hood over his head as he was getting cold. Silas could always use he magic to keep himself warm but he wasn't thinking about the cold right now his mind was lost in thought.
Silas was thinking about Blaire and how this would be the first new years without her since they met. As Silas thought about this a tear started to roll down his face. As Silas was walking he noticed he was being fallowed by two people. Silas looked back at them noticing they were really drunk and still drinking. Silas kept walking the two still fallowing. The man on the right stopped drinking and threw a bottle at Silas. Silas moved to the left dogging the bottle and stopped looking back at the men. The two men walked up to Silas telling him to take off his hood.
As Silas took of the hood covering his hair the two man began to speak. "Well well well looks like we have a little noble all by himself." They where slurring words as they spoke. "He thinks that just because he's a noble he's untouchable."Without warring the man on the right punched Silas in the noise. Silas stepped back in pain as the man on the left grabbed Silas pinning him to the grounded Both men began taking turns hitting Silas but Silas didn't fight back the pain he was feeling now was nothing compared to the pain he felt when he found out Blaire died. The two men stopped as it was clear Silas wasn't going to fight back. Silas got back up his nose bleeding and a small cut above his left eye along with several bruises all over.
Silas made it back to the base a little while later. As Silas got to the door he heard the sound of a guitar being played. As Silas walked in he saw the man playing the guitar by the fire. Silas walked over to one of the chairs and moved it closer to the fire as Silas did he left out a wince of pain. Silas sat down in his chair."I'm Silas of house Vermilion its nice to meet you and sorry you have to see me like this.""Silas then gave the man a weak smile as a little blood was still flowing from his cut on his face.
Uziah said to the market clerk as he paid for his things. He had been so busy with his training that he had forgotten about his errands that he needed to run. Nick knacks and toiletries of the like, nothing major, but still a necessity for him. As he exited the store, he noticed that it was slowly beginning to snow. Uziah looked up and smiled, although his mana made him naturally adverse to a cold climate, the snow in itself was rather calming. That being said, he personally didn't like cold weather and would activate his mana, causing his Grimoire to levitate and glow with a magenta hue. A few pages would flip by before his body started to radiate heat, warming his body as he casually made his way back to the Lion's base.
As he got closer, he noticed that someone was directly ahead of him, making their way inside. He wondered who that person was. Every other day it seemed as though there was a fellow Lion that he hadn't met yet. Making his way inside after Silas, he watched as he walked towards the sound of a strumming guitar. Being that he came from a sheltered noble life, meeting someone who knew how to play a musical instrument intrigued him. He took in a breath, allowing his mana to cease before walking down the corridor and following Silas into a lounge like room. There, he would find Forrest, the musician. Silas would introduce himself to Forrest, saying that he was a Vermilion. It was always an honor meeting a royal, albeit not surprising considering where they were.
Uziah calmly placed his shopping bag down and would join the two next to the fire. His mana would immediately react to the warmth of the fire. He placed a hand up to it and smiled as he looked towards his two fellow Lions. His look would turn into that of confusion. Did he interrupt something? These too seemed to be in a somber mood. Hell, Silas looked as if he had just gotten beaten up. The Lions pride seemed to be downtrodden this winter's night. But why? Not wanting to pry, Uziah would simply introduce himself.
"Good evening, my names Uziah." He said as he stared off into the fire.
He kept playing his guitar by the fire, his mood was simply quiet and somewhat melancholy. It wasn’t so different from his usual expression. Forrest simply was just the quiet type. Lost in his notes, he almost wouldn’t have noticed the other young man suddenly enter the room.
Forrest nodded, simply being polite and acknowledging the other man’s presence. He kept focus on his song for the most part, until it was done and the last few notes where strum. “Sir Silas, good evening.” Forrest finally was able to look up from his instrument, but soon enough the young man saw that the Vermillion was in quite a state.
“What… happened to you?” The injuries were obvious, and so was the concern in Forrest’s voice. The blond quickly stood up, setting his guitar beside his chair. “Hold still.” Forrest’s grimoire was already floating out beside him, along with a golden aura of glowing magic began surrounding him. A small tree soon sprouted from the ground, its branches would wrap around the young Vermillion, glowing with a healing light to heal his most obvious wounds. Forrest paused in his words, realizing that upon arrival, the young man hadn’t said anything about his injuries… and perhaps he wished to keep it that way.
“Nevermind… you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” He was a young kid, that was really it, the most presuming explanation was a fight of some sort… with the wrong sort of people. Forrest’s healing magic was good enough to stop the bleeding and heal the cuts on the young man’s face.
Of course, then, another Lion walked into the room. Forrest turned, seeing the dark haired Uziah enter and introduce himself. Perhaps it was true that it was a rather awkward time to walk in on. Forrest turned with a nod of his head, acknowledging the man in the room. Uziah was no stranger to him, but rather just a fellow Lion he had encountered around the base before. “Sir Uziah, good evening.” He allowed himself the polite greeting, however, the blond was simply focused on healing the young Vermillion.
Silas sat in silence as Forrest finished the song his was playing on the guitar. Silas found the music to be relaxing as Forrest was extremely well at playing his instrument. Silas had always wanted to learn how to play something but he never found the time to practice. As Forrest finished the last few notes he looked up at Silas and greeted him. It only took a few seconds before Forrest realized what state Silas was in. Forrest told Silas to stay still as he got up and walked over to Silas and cast a spell form his girmoire. Silas watched as a tree began to grow form the ground and wrap around him.
Silas felt a warm sensation as his cuts and bruises began to heal. Forrest then told Silas he didn't have to tell him what happened Silas felt like he owed the man a explanation seeing as Forrest had just healed his injures."Thank you for healing me. As for what happened to me i got into a fight with someone drunk commoners who weren't to happy that i was a noble. Well i guess you cant really call it a fight since i didn't fight back.As Silas finished speaking another Crimson Lion walked in the room and introduced them self.Silas looked at the dark haired man standing at the door. Silas could tell by the mans mana that his was most likely of noble birth but Silas as unsure of what house he was from."Hello my names Silas Vermilion its a pleasure to meet you." Silas would then offered out a hand out for the man to shake,
Forrest looked on at Silas with concern as he told him to stay still after greeting him. His Grimoire would give off a golden hue as a small tree would sprout up and begin to heal Silas. Uziah had seen magic of this type before and knew how powerful it was. Part of him was envious of such skills, his heat magic could't really heal in the same manner, without causing pain. He smiled a bit as he looked on. Forrest would acknowledge and greet him soon afterwards.
Silas would explain that he got into a fight with a drunkard. But, it wasn't much of a fight since he didn't really stick up for himself. Finally, Silas would introduce himself to Uziah and offer his hand to shake. Uziah would shake his hand. Again, it was always a pleasure to meet a royal. That being said, why didn't he fight back and take a beating?
"Was there any reason in particular that you didn't defend yourself, Silas? Surely a man of your royal stature wouldn't allow yourself to be sullied unnecessarily."
It was an honest question and he hoped that he wasn't being rude. Part of him wanted to march back into town and teach those men a lesson in terms of respecting magic knights. For they were the protectors of the land.
What had happened wasn’t in the realm of impossibility.
As Forrest healed the Vermillion’s words, the young royal came to explain that he had run into a group of inebriated commoners. It wasn’t that hard to imagine what had occurred from there. Forrest paused only a moment but continued to let his magic do its work. It was very curious that the young Vermillion, however, had chosen not to fight back. Forrest said nothing immediately about the situation, but it seemed that the other noble in the room, Uziah, had choice words of his own.
Forrest was not born a noble, but few in the Crimson Lion knew that he had been granted a title and status of one since his mission a few years prior to save a noble himself. Many such knew him for his common standing, and he decided not to share such information unless he was pressed. Looking back to Silas, Forrest let his magic finish its healing of his wounds as soon he grimoire would float back down to his hands, the golden aura fading from the light.
“Sir Silas, Sir Uziah does have a point.” While it wouldn’t have been how Forrest would have worded the question, the blonde was still curious about the young man’s decision. “I would never ask of you to be arrogant, but as a royal and as a member of the Crimson Lion you are expected to have a sense of pride.” Forrest turned his amber eyes to the fire, a part of him wondering if he had the right to talk of such things. But was now really the proper time to scold the young man?
Forrest held sympathy in his eyes, but at the same time, his voice was just simply stating the virtues of what it meant to be a magic knight. “The choice to fight back can be a complicated one to make. I come from a commoner’s background, I know the jealousy and the envy that those of the lower class feel towards nobles and royalty. At the same time, so many nobles use their power to fuel their ego, fulfilling that idea to treat the common people like nothing.” It was true, Forrest had seen both sides of the coin really. From commoners who grew to hate nobles and their elitist views, to nobles themselves who looked down upon them. At the same time, however, Forrest knew that Silas was not one of those kinds of nobles.
“But… there are exceptions to these stereotypes, of both commoners and nobles alike. Perhaps you were at a standstill, knowing that if you overpowered them, you would be fueling their hate. A precarious situation, but honestly Sir Silas, few would commend you for choosing not to fight back.” Turning back to Silas again, Forrest laid a hand on the young man’s shoulder. He nodded only once. “I am one of those few. You can prove that in this time of war we are not enemies amongst ourselves.” And that was something that Forrest truly believed. And then, the blond let a small smile form on his lips, letting a small chuckle escape as well.
“Just next time, don’t think you can handle everything alone.” They were of the same squad, so it was only natural that they would have each other’s backs. It was better to end things off on a high note rather than a somber one. Forrest’s laughter came rather easily for someone who often so seemed to be melancholic himself. Nonetheless, it was better to encourage the young man into making the right decisions, though he didn’t seem to have much trouble on that front, to begin with. Forrest was truly proud of him in that sense.
Silas knew the question on why he didn't fight back would be asked eventually and now the time had come. Silas took a moment to gather his thoughts before speaking."You both are right i should have fought back i have shamed both my family and the squad. I guess the main reason i didn't fight back was i didn't have the will to fight back my mind was in a dark place. I wasnt scared that if i overpowered them in would add to the hate i was scared that i would have killed them. My magic isn't meant to hold back that's one of the draw backs of lava. But if im being honest that just an excuse i could have used my fist the truth is in was weak. l still am i cant move away from the the past. I still find myself thinking about how i was powerless to save the person i loved.
As Silas spoke about Blaire a tear started to fall down his face. Forrest had just finished healing him as Silas looked town at his shirt and magic knight mantle. He knew he had no right to be wearing them at the moment as he had just shamed them both. Silas got up and walked to the nearest table and took of his mantle and shirt placing them on the table now all the others could see the scar on his back the only time he was able to protect Blaire."What am i suppose to do how do i move away from the past? I'm sorry now im just complaining."Silas would then walk back to his seat and stare in to the fire. He became lost in his mind.
Forrest would agree with him. Although Silas didn't have to be arrogant due to his status among society, being that he was a Lion, he was expected to have some sort of sense of pride. His healing technique would cease as his Grimoire returned to him. Forrest would state that choosing to fight back was sometimes more complicated than what it seemed. He came from a commoner's background and was privy to the reservations and misgivings that they held towards nobles and royals. Part of it was a given, thanks to the fact that some nobles are fueled by their egos. This really resonated with Uziah as he listened. His status as a noble didn't really make a difference to him. The reason why he asked Silas the question prior was because he was always use to seeing royals act in a certain way. Alas, there was always an opportunity to learn. Whether it be social standards or magic.
In a weird sense, it was refreshing to see that Silas didn't fight back. It showed that he was more than just his name. Forrest would then add another point, stating that if Silas did fight back and ended up hurting or killing his attackers, that it would only fuel more hatred between both parties. That being said, defending oneself was usually always the best bet. Uziah nodded at Forrest, agreeing with everything he said. Forrest would finish by letting Silas know that he basically wasn't alone. Uziah smirked at this. They were a team after all, a family if you will.
Silas would agree with the two of them, saying that he should've fought back and that he shamed his squad. Silas simple didn't have the will to fight back, for his mind was in a dark place. Dark place? What did he mean by this? Was he depressed? Uziah gave a slight look of concern, feeling empathy for him. His magic isn't meant to be held back due to the fact that it's lava based.
"Lava magic?" Uziah asked, never hearing of such a thing as he gave a look of awe.
Things would go much deeper. Silas was dismayed over a past lover that he couldn't save. Uziah couldn't really relate due to the fact that he never experienced love on that level. So instead of asking more questions, he simply listened. It seemed as though that's all Silas really needed, someone to listen to him. Silas would then walk over to a table and remove his shirt and mantle. Was he ashamed of himself? Uziah looked for the right words as Silas asked how he was supposed to move on. Different scenarios played in his mind as he thought back on his upbringing and how hard he had to work for approval from family. He then thought back on when he was accepted into the Crimson Lions. Why did he do it? Yes, that was it, he stood up as he looked intently at Silas.
"Why did you join the Crimson Lions? As magic knights we vow to protect those who can't protect themselves as well as each other. Fighting for something that's bigger than ourselves is enough incentive to keep moving forward, despite our pasts. I feel as though, this reason alone could help you. Although we don't know much about each other, we're in essence a family. And we're here to support you."
Uziah wasn't good at making speeches, but he was good at being objective. Looking at the bigger picture despite what has happened to you all came down to willpower. Uziah would open up next. He held his hand on his chest.
"My magic is based off of heat, but I can't produce fire or lava. Although that would be epic." He complimented Silas on his affinity.
"Every morning, I wake up in hot sweats, I have yet to fully master my mana and it's held me back for many years up until this point. So my fight isn't just for myself, but for others as well."
He had hoped that he was getting through to his squad members.
There were two places that Emily stayed. One of them was the Vermillion estate. Her "home" to be technical. As much as the girl loved staying there as well as all the things that she had available to her, there was just something that always made her feel uneasy about the place. Whether it was her overabundance of family members, even though she never really had any problems with any of them, or just her general feelings of not completely belonging. However, things were different at the Crimson Lions base. When Emily stayed in her room at the base she felt completely at home. She'd earned her spot on the Crimson Lions just like every other knight that was here. Regardless of who she was or where she came from, she now had a squad that she could share everything with, even if some of the people drove her to her last nerve every once in a while.
The sound of his guitar had stopped. That was one of the main reasons why the Vermillion found herself climbing out of bed at such a late hour. Usually Emily could hear the sound of Forrest's guitar from her room and she loved it. Every time Forrest would play, the girl found herself able to fall asleep quite peacefully. Sometimes the girl was even able to imagine Forrest was playing for her...but those were just her teenage fantasies getting the best of her.
The Vermillion was a little concerned with the fact that Forrest stopped playing. Usually he played for a little longer than that, but there was also the fact that Emily swore she could her a bit of commotion coming from down below. Emily changed out of her nightgown and put on shorts and a T-shirt. She put some socks on and left her room to see what the issue was. It wasn't very loud anymore as Emily began to come down the stairs. When the girl reached the source of the commotion she saw the group of lions gathered by the fireplace. Forrest, her brother Silas, and another lion who she hadn't met though she could've swore that she saw him at one point or another.
The flaming-haired girl rubbed her eyes and sat down on the floor next to the fireplace. She didn't really care that she was down on the ground. It was a cold winter night and the fire was nice and warm. "So what are you guys all doing up so late?" Emily asked the group. She hadn't really heard what they were talking about before, but she also knew that they wouldn't just stay down here for no reason. "Oh right, my name's Emily Vermillion by the way. I don't think we've officially met yet." the girl added, directing her introduction towards Uziah. The only thing Emily knew about him up until now was that he was a Crimson Lion.
Forrest allowed his magic to heal to its fullest as he listened to the young Vermillion.
He couldn’t move on from the past. He had failed to protect someone he had loved. Perhaps Forrest knew those words far too well.
Forrest’s eyes averted anyone’s gaze, letting himself a moment of silence to process Silas’s words before he would say anything out of turn. He closed his eyes, holding in emotions that would have come bursting out in any second. Taking in a deep breath in and out, he looked to the young boy before him. He had been his age when he had lost Rose. It was hard to lose someone, it was harder for a young person to accept and to grieve.
And the life of Magic Knight left little time for either thing.
The young boy went to watching the fire and Forrest felt like doing much of the same thing. Flames and fire, a reminder of past that never seemed to fade away. Uziah said words of his own, things that Forrest could understand. It reminded him of the things that Ardere had once said to him, that this fight was something bigger than themselves. It was an honor of a magic knight to serve. Sacrifices were not meant to be in vain. They were family.
Forrest only nodded at the words, agreeing with what the man was saying, even if his mind was still wandering somewhere else.
And then she appeared.
Forrest watched as Emily entered the room, he had already sensed her mana presence as she appeared at the door. Even if his sensory skills weren’t the greatest, her magic was something he could always recognize. Ever since that day at the festival… well, the two hadn’t had much close interaction since then, but they were closer. To Forrest that certainly meant something. She inquired why they had gathered so late at night, then introducing herself to Uziah. The girl was dressed in sleeping attire, rubbing her eyes in a rather… cute fashion.
Forrest smiled, giving a bit of a wave a shrug towards her. “Just gathering together for a bit of a late night talk.” She took a seat on the floor, nearby the fire. The shadows danced at every flickering of the fire.
He looked to Silas again, his amber eyes reflecting the flames.
“Sir Silas, there is no shame in being weak, there is only shame in staying that way.”
Perhaps they were odd words coming out of Forrest’s mouth, who was so often seen as the support and healer. But strength came in many forms, and what Silas needed to hear was that yes he was weak, but only if allowed himself to be. Forrest himself knew that since his beginning he had come a long way. At the first sight of trouble, of change, he would have run. He had run, but now he couldn’t afford to keep running. He had become a magic knight because he was keeping that dream alive of the girl he had loved.
“The person that you lost, the person that you loved… they are someone never to forget. But never should you use them as an excuse to remain inadequate.” Forrest was stern, his words were meant to be listened to. Anger was not the emotion the blond was conveying, instead, it was a passion that he felt and a resolve unwavering. It was because he knew exactly how Silas felt, he knew the place the young man was in. The ruby pendant hung from his neck, sparkling in the firelight.
He wouldn’t want the young man to make the same mistake he did.
As Silas was looking into the fire Uziah would speak to Silas at first in awe of his lava magic. This didn't surprised Silas as lava magic seemed rare the only other person he knew that used it was his brother. Silas figured that Uziah had never seen lava magic before so Silas thought he would show the man what it looked like. Silas would hold his grimoire out and let some lava flow into his hand into the shape of a dagger. Anyone close to Silas would feel a little warmer from the heat of his magic. Silas would flip the dagger between his hands as Uziah asked him why he joined the magic knights and said that they were all basically family. Silas knew the man was correct he did view everyone in the crimson loins as family. Silas figured most people in the squad felt that way.
Silas' would then answer the mans question."Well to answer your question yes i did join the magic knights to protect people. Not just the ones i care for but the ones that can't defend themselves."Silas of course had another reason to join but that was more of a dream that he didn't feel the need to share. After Silas spoke he would see that his sister Emily walked into the room. She would ask what the three of them were doing up so late. Forrest was the one to answer saying it was late night talking Silas would nod his head in agreement to what Forrest said. Forrest would the turn to Silas and speak. He would tell the young lion that there is no shame in being weak there was only shame if you stayed weak. Silas knew the man was correct yeah Silas was weak but he would only truly stay weak if his wish to stop moving forward.
Forrest would also say that the person Silas lost he should never forget but he should also never use her as an excise to stay weak. Have i been using her as the reason i'm still weak? If she was here right know she would have beat me for not fighting back. I have to get stronger not just for my self but for her as well. Silas' pride as a lion would start to come back a little."Thank you Forrest what you have told me has shown me what i need to do."
Just as soon as Uziah finished speaking, a girl would enter into the room, asking why everyone was up so late. Uziah turned his attention to her and then nodded as she introduced herself. Her name was Emily and she too was a Vermilion. Which meant that she was related to Silas.
"Pleasure to meet you Emily, I'm Uziah........D'Amato." He figured he'd announce his last name to let everyone know that he wasn't royalty, but was indeed a noble. Not that he expected his name to be well known or anything.
Forrest would speak out towards Silas stating that there was no shame in being weak, only if one chose to remain that way. Also, the person that he lost should never be an excuse to remain inadequate. Uziah eyed Forrest when he said that, it was clear that he had his own astute views on what it meant to have strength. Uziah would take note of this and learn from his peers.
It was at this moment that Silas would demonstrate what lava magic looked like. Silas would manipulate the lava into the shape of a dagger. Uziah could only marvel at the sight of what he was seeing. Who would've thought that such magic existed? Clearly, there were no boundaries when it came to magic, especially from the Vermilion family. Silas would then answer his question, agreeing that he joined the Crimson Lions to protect the defenseless as well as the ones he cared for.
Uziah looked on and then nodded. Clearly, what he had to say did or didn't have an impact with Silas? He slowly took his seat as he took in a breath. It was late, he would soon retire to his quarters.
The fire was really warm. However, the company was even warmer. Despite the gravity of the situation, the young Vermillion girl couldn't keep a smile away from her face. She had come from a beginning that involved her being thrown out by her parents. She can't ever really say that she had nothing at a time in her life, but she certainly didn't know what it was like to have an actual real close family. Of course, she'd never be able to repay her adoptive father for the gracious act he performed for her, but it just wasn't the same. The Vermillions were great, and getting to meet some of them was the best experience Emily had ever known in her life. To have siblings, and powerful ones at that. To be protected, and feel wanted. However, despite all of that, there were still holes.
Emily knew that the family was just...a lot more split up than she initially imagined. She usually never saw everyone in the same place unless it was for one of her father's required family meetings or something along those lines. Even then, there was always at least one or two missing from the pack. Other than those times, she never really made contact with any of them but Silas. Sometimes the girl was okay with that reality, but other times she simply wished she could have just had the opportunity to be closer with more of them.
However, this is where the Crimson Lions came in. The squad, to her at least, wasn't just a squad. It was like having a family. Much like a pack of lions stick together with one another to survive, they all worked together to ensure the safety of the people of Clover. It was nights like these where Emily could truly appreciate where she ended up in life at this current moment in time. Despite all the hardships she endured growing up, and despite all of the insecurities she had now in terms of strength and growth, the base had always been a safe place for her. She met friends, enemies, and siblings alike. It was truly one of the greatest places in the kingdom for her. The girl didn't really do much in terms of doing things for fun, but this was probably the most fun thing to do, and she liked that she had the opportunity to discover that on this night.
Emily returned a smile and a nod in Uziah's direction. She was always happy to meet another lion, and acted as such. Just as it had affected Silas, Forrest's words also touched Emily's heart as well. Like usual, though she chose not to broadcast it, Emily had her insecurities about not being strong enough to protect herself or those around her. She knew that she needed to get stronger, but didn't know how to go about doing it. Even now, feeling like a failure for not being able to find that way, Forrest's words put her back on the path that she always knew existed, but never knew how to find.
Emily smiled....and realizing that she'd been staring at Forrest she blushed a little. She couldn't help it, the words just happened to be his and so naturally she was staring in his direction. The girl got to her feet and shook her head before exhaling. She looked back up at the group and smiled. "Well it's getting kinda late so I'm gonna head to sleep. You all should be getting some sleep sometime soon as well." she advised as she began walking back towards the stairs. As the Vermillion ascended the stairs she would turn back, "Oh and next time Forrest...can you please just play for a littttle bit longer? It helps me fall asleep." she said as she quickly turned back and hurried up the rest of the stairs.
Back in her room the Vermillion planted her face directly into her pillow. "I'm such an idiot." she said, her words muffled by the pillow.
Yet it was just as true that Forrest knew what it was like to be hard on himself. The young SIlas seemed to take in Forrest’s words rather well, even if Forrest was felt uneasy about his place saying them. There was one thing Forrest knew for certain however, he would never again use Rose as an excuse to remain weak.
He looked to the violet orbs of the young Vermillion, for once they seemed confident that night. Forrest’s own amber eyes remained soft, yet firm. He held his distance around many people, even if it hard for others to tell. A part of him still held back fully disclosing his most personal emotions. Once he had shared all those feelings with another, only to lose them.
Even the man he called his best friend, Ardere Kasai, Vice Captain of the Crimson Lion himself, may not have known Forrest’s most secretive emotions. But he was glad that night he could be as genuine as he would allow himself.
His words echoed to the other Lions in the room. Uziah made a small gesture of greeting to Emily. Of course, the blond felt her eyes watching her. His didn’t turn to look at her, but he knew that was already blushing. It was cute, there were few other ways to describe it. Maybe it was because she was simply a girl, maybe it also was because Forrest wasn’t one of the few men was unafraid to admit it. But just like everything else, Forrest kept his respect for her as both a fellow Knight and as a royal in check.
In the back of his mind, he still knew that it was unfair of him to compare her to… Rose. He still did it though, however, as subconsciously as the action was. Perhaps it didn’t make him feel happy, but it wasn’t an overall unpleasant feeling. She wasn’t unaware of the way he thought of her. He had told her that she reminded him of Rose from the first day they truly got acquainted with each other.
He still could remember her crying in front of him, Well, that was certainly one way she and Rose differed.
His smile remained subtle. It was a rather cute kind of memory.
And as the night wore on, it was getting later and later still. Forrest didn’t feel quite tired yet, but the talk with his fellow Lions actually helped him relax. He leaned back a bit in his seat, but turned his head at Emily’s small announcement that she would be heading back to bed herself.
He smiled a crooked, closed-lipped grin when she said she would prefer him to play guitar a bit more. Apparently, it helped her sleep.
“Of course, Lady Emily. Have a good night.”
He picked up his guitar, allowing the girl to leave without another word from him. He supposed that the other two Lion would soon grow tired and turn in for the night as well. He set his hands to their remembered positions… He only had to adjust himself slightly, his eyes went back to watching the flames of the fire make shadows dance across the dark room. Hanging on his neck, the ruby pendant that once belonged to the woman he had loved and had lost. His mood had changed since his once solitary presence. Maybe he was beginning to learn that being alone may not always be the best answer for his trouble melancholy.
Or maybe he was just always that way to begin with. He shook his head slowly, as if trying to think of a song to pick, before finally settling in on one he knew was a rather simple and relaxing tune.