Maroon Veils

But during all this, Flint had overlooked one statement, "I know where you will be, so don't try to hide." he understood that as a lie, not a warning. By the time Flint arrived at the orphanage, Cash was already cornered, he was scared senseless, the building was bloody, and the corpses were decorated with roses of all colors. Thorns of the roses were piercing through all the kids, adults, and elders as Cash was injured and sobbing helplessly, "Cash!" Flint belted as he flung his bag over to somewhere on his right. He ran over to help Cash escape, Flint quickly created a towering wall between Cash and Slate, separating the danger, but Slate reacted speedily and raised his hand.

Blood spilled all over, Flint was standing there, shaken to the core, he looked down while gasping for air and his already pale face paled even more. There was a lush green thorn piercing through his abdomen, he could feel the other tiny thorns sticking out of various parts of his body, he spat out blood as he raised both of his arms with the little strength he had left in him, another towering wall was made, cutting the thorn off in the middle. He fell to the ground, his mind went blank, and he forgot what he was doing. Suddenly, he had an urge to scream at the top of his lungs, and in such a state, your mind doesn't know what's an urge and a reaction.

He screamed while his eyes were flooded with tears of blood, he cried while he choked on his blood, he silently called for help while he could feel his body being termed as "rotting" by the little insects that stuck to his torn skin, exposed muscles, and spilling blood. At that second, Flint invented a new form of magic, "Madness Driven". He stood up with newfound strength and a clenched jaw, he proceeded to Slate, who was stuck to his place, frozen with confusion. Slate flinched as he snapped back to reality, he backed away into the stone wall behind him, made by Flint earlier, "Stay away from me!" Slate yelled.

Slate released more thorns, he summoned poisoned blossoms, but Flint's step didn't falter, he kept proceeding forward, threatening Slate with his mere steps. Cash peeked out of the wall obstructing his view of the fight, as he looked outside, he saw insanity in Flint's usually calm eyes. Those warm sky-blue eyes that showed comfort and calmness, were now cold and icy silver eyes showing nothing but rage and craze, Cash's eyes widened a little more than before every time he saw the blood spilling out Flint's abdomen, his sobbing stopped, but now he felt that whatever was happening now, was his fault. But Flint was still fighting with all he had and even more than that.

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"And that's what happened." Flint concluded sheepishly, blushing from embarrassment.

"So you invented the magic style?" Claudius asked excitedly, Flint nodded with a slight smirk, "I call bullsh**!" Cash yelled, "How do I not remember!" Cash added with a growl to his voice. Flint shook his head and chuckled, he brought his hand up to Cash's head and ruffled his hair, Cash leaned away from his touch, everyone was watching and he couldn't let his soft spot show after all. Cash's face was turned into a scowl as all the other members, including Claudius, laughed heartily, this moment was a moment of nostalgia for Claudius. Family, love, friends, happiness…

He witnessed them but denied them, we all know how we were when we were kids, stubborn, daring, rulers of our world. Claudius was the same, he didn't understand why he had to work for his father.

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