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- chapter 4 - ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
▍FALLEN LEAVES IN AUTUMN . . .
You were walking through the quiet city streets of Inazuma, only to travel straight ahead into the forest. This quiet moment would have brought you peace if it were only to be with yourself and not a stranger you abhor.
The indigo-haired boy who walked beside you with bored eyes had done nothing more but bothered you with his presence. You considered taking on a walk with him as your mother suggested while she rested in her bed for the day but you couldn't help but feel worried about her well-being.
As you kept walking deeper within the forest, you felt the wind's touch on both sides of your face as if it was cupping your cheeks but you quickly brushed it off, assuming it was just a mere thought. Suddenly, the fandango boy pulled you by your shoulder, stopping you in your tracks.
You turned to look at him only to see him staring at a sunbathed rock placed at the center of the forest surrounded by its trees. You were clearly confused.
You decided to release your arm from his grip with a harsh pull and walked towards the rock. You started to feel hesitant and wary with every step you took towards it.
Once you were finally a few inches near the rock, you saw what seemed to be two strands of white hair sticking out like an Athena. With that, you quickly tried to see what was laying on the warm rock only to find nothing.
'Was I hallucinating?' You wondered.
Confused and unaware, a gust of wind blew from behind you and as you turned your head around, you were met by dark crimson red eyes staring right back at yours as a sword was ready to slash you by the throat only to be stopped by a sudden outburst of electro, pushing the figure back whilst stabbing its sword into the ground to resist the powerful force.
As you coughed out from the dusty air, your sight cleared to see the indigo boy standing in front of you with an unfazed expression.
'Wh-what? Did he...' Hesitant in disbelief that the boy might have been one of the most powerful people you have ever seen. Perhaps almost even withstanding the strength of an archon.
Your eyes averted to the figure. His hair was platinum blonde, apart from a single orange-red streak on his right. He slowly looked up, a determined and unreadable expression upon his face as he saw the boy in front of you.
You noticed that his eyes had a hue of yellow within those crimson red eyes of his and if it weren't for his hostile first encounter with you, you would have mistaken him as an angel who couldn't even hurt a fly.
"The wind tells me that an inquired overcast was just a mile away." The crimson-eyed boy said as he stood up, pulling out his sword from the ground and spinning it in his hand before taking a stance.
