My Beginning After the End Downfall

Little Brother

Virion Leywin (Clone One)

I was walking the halls of the castle, now the only one from my family here, everyone else was out in the field. I didn't really care about that though; I knew I was going to Zestier in about a day or two.

I might be a clone, but I still wanted to do something, I get bored just like any other person, I am also eleven, almost twelve, so I'll admit, my attention span is very, very bad. It didn't matter if I was a clone, I still had the traits of the real me.

I didn't know where I was going, but I wanted to do something, I could spar, which would be the first thing I chose to do, but I can't use mana. I appeared back in the hallway my room was in, and standing there in the middle was Lance Bairon.

My interest peeked, finally, something interesting happening today. "Lance Bairon, may I ask what you are doing outside of Arthur's room?" I spoke as I walked closer to him, drawing his attention, and he faced me, standing up right.

"You are the real one, right?" I looked at him confused. "The real Lance Virion, you aren't one of his clones, are you?" I shook my head, then he spoke some more. "Then why aren't you using mana?"

"Why do you care?" I replied back. "Is there something I can do for you?" I asked again, trying to change the subject, I didn't want to make Lance Bairon upset, I respected him, well, I won't go that far, I would never bow to him, but you know what I mean.

"Yes, actually." Lance Bairon said, and he was staring down at me since he was so much taller. "I would like to see you fight; I want to know just how far behind I am in strength." I see, it was a good idea, it was, I don't blame him for asking, but I sadly could not spar.

"Sorry, I'll have to pass." I told him with a smile. "I am a little tired right now, and just want to lay down." I lied, but it was a reasonable lie. "Maybe some other time, Lance Bairon."

"Virion, there is no need for you to use Lance every time you speak my name." Lance Bairon said, he was being nice for some reason. "I thought you loved fighting; Commander Virion said it would be good practice for the both of us."

I shrugged, and then spoke. "I am sorry, not today, Bairon." I repeated. "I have no need for it right now." To be honest, Lance Bairon didn't need training to get stronger, he couldn't, he needed to remove the limiter in his core.

"But Virion, I do, I see that you are on a whole different level than us Lances, and you are eleven, not even at your peek of strength." I nodded at him calling me strong. "I need to see what I can do to catch up to you, so please spar with me."

"Sorry, Bairon, I can't." I went to open my door, and head into my room, but he spoke again.

"Are you still mad at me?" I released the handle to the door and turned back to him confused. Why would I be mad at him?

"What?" I asked, squinting my eyes.

"Are you still mad at me for locking up your brother? For taking my little brother's side without looking at the bigger picture." Lance Bairon thinks I am mad about that, damn, that shit was like three years ago.

"Bairon, I don't give a flying shit about that, what are you talking about? When have I ever shown that I was mad at you?" I asked him, somewhat annoyed he was guilt tripping me to spar with him.

"You aren't?" I shook my head sarcastically. "Then why won't you spar? I thought you were dying to fight at all times, at least from what I am told." The Lance, the mighty Lance Bairon, was just looking at me, still speaking with usual serious tone.

"First, you do know that I am crazy, right?" I asked him, and since he nodded his head, I was taking that as a yes. "Then you know that the fact I am always dying to fight is because of that, so you pushing me to spar, isn't the best idea."