The streets glistened with the dawning sunlight, church-bells rang out from cross the hill. The morning dew was still fresh and apparent upon the streets and buildings making up Oak Town. But one thing, maybe two, was as chaotic as the devil touching foot to pavement.
One of those was Erebus, an intelligent youth, but one who was dragged right out of a life of petty crime. A true punk beginning his descent into a nightmare for the world. However, beyond reasonable doubt, he was nothing yet. Merely a face in the crowd. One so withdrawn that he might catch a few giggles from local girls, but not enough for royalty to stop and see him home merrily.
No.
He would never have that anyways... The magic-less mage. The adventurer, strategist, they called him. Names were falling onto Erebus Cassiel's plate faster than food and wine. Though to say it was a bad thing, he could not. Respect was slowly coming to him. He would reach the top of the pillar eventually.
Men with longing for power never stay bedded at the bottom. That much was honest fact, and everyone would know it someday. For now, he was to keep low profile, Grimoire Heart was all about secrecy. In addition to that, they never went by their real names. Erebus would not be a legend. Strategist would be the legend. The villain who rose above magic and defeated knights of Fiore with nothing but sheer grace and skill. Royalty would never see him home, but they'd tremble and kill themselves before he kicked open their doorways.
"On that I can solemnly swear."
The boy said, speaking to nothing in particular. Merely the voice of his ambition. He moved across the street of Fiore and sat down against a bench. It was damp, but he didn't mind. He collected the sights of the folk here. Wondering how often they dreamed... Did they dream for revenge? Envy? Were they anything like him? So many questions... Such little time.
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