Horns and a Coffin

Bright blue eyes glowed in the dark as the red headed teen stared back at the dark knight; despite the fact that he looked quite frightening as he stood above him, the red head kept his same unfazed expression. Kronsire just stared at him for a brief moment before taking a few steps back from him. The red head just watched in silence as the solitude giant suddenly stopped again, but this time he did something unsuspected… he had actually waved acknowledging him. A big smile suddenly appeared on the red heads face; it may not have been much, but for Victory it was a huge step. Despite his past, he really liked Kronsire and his really strange pals; he didn’t think that one should be based on what they’ve done in the past, but of what they do now and seeing as though he was joining the coalition he couldn’t have been that bad.

As Kronsire prepared himself to leave, he locked up his coffin tight before lifting it up. Victory was now a few feet away with his hands shoved in his pockets; he didn’t really want to go his separate ways after just recently meeting Kronsire, but he had to get back before dawn. The giant then looked back at the red head again and this time nodded towards him causing the teens smile to only widen. It was quite dark, but the red heads face was very visuable. “We’ll meet again soon!” he said as Kronsire turned to walk away. “I promise, the next time I’ll treat all of you to something!” the boy was really happy that he had met the dark knight; though he wasn’t the average character he still enjoyed meeting him. Waving good bye as the Knight walked away, the red head suddenly had this soft dread like feeling chilling up his spine. The boy paused as he looked at the sky; his blue eyes seemed as though they were almost white. He wasn’t sure what he was feeling at that time, but he did had this sudden feeling like something bad was going to happen. Grabbing his backpack and putting it back over his shoulder, he began to make his way north towards his original destination.

Little did the red headed elf have any idea that it was the first and the last time he would ever see his friend again; for not long after Kronsire dies a saddened death. Two weeks after Kronsires death Victory returns to this very spot. The wind blows as the rain fell; they never could recover his friend’s body and that fact bothered him even more as he walked towards the same tree he was under. Falling onto his knee’s the red head held unusual flowers in his hands. “Adams needle, for a friend in need… Allspice, compassion… Asphodel, Regret… Pink Carnation, I will never forget you… … Lotus, mystery and truths that were revealed… Marjoram: Comfort and Consolation… Dark pink rose, thank you… Sweet pea, departure… Cyclamen, goodbyes… forget me not, for I will never forget you…” he said as he placed each distinctive flower under the tree. Thunder rumbled in the distant, but the red headed teen paid no heed as he sat there emotionless. Tears slightly treckled down his cheeks as he whispered his last words. “Goodbye, my dear friend.”

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