The creaking of the doors slowly opening echoed loudly through the church, almost heard by those desecrating the Holy Place. Quickly, he grabbed the arm of the woman and scurried out from the church and onto the streets. He watched as riots built and torches were set aflame, great, this was going to be a mess. He wasn’t exactly quite sure on what was happening, all he knew was he had to make things right. He was a member of Fairy-Tail, a man whom aspired to be the strongest and have an unbreakable will. Not to be tempted by fear, never to be ensnared by its lustful binds to do bad deeds. He wished to be an idol, a figure to be looked up to, a protector, a shield. He wanted to be all of Fiore’s hero, but what exactly would that cost? Quickly, he pulled the woman along with him as the Nun stumbled and struggled to keep up with his speed. The two watched in the corners of their eyes as the streets were pillaged and ruined, he was supposed to do something, he needed to, but the protection of this woman was much more important than a few inanimate objects. He began to follow down the same path he had previous taken the family down the other day, escorting the woman to a safer haven than what exactly this was. Eventually they made it to the alley, rushing through and finding their way through the labyrinth of filth.
Finally, they made it to the docks. The entire group of the church were pilled into a ship, aiming to take them away, somewhere safe. Caspian smiled, letting go of the woman and nodding. She gazed up at Caspian, before smiling softly, placing her soft palm over his cheek. There she planted her forehead against Caspian’s, slowly pulling back. There, Caspian spoke, uttering words that he would never believe he would care to admit. “Sister, I am not scared of God. Nor is he scared of me. I believe there is a time where I have forsaken him and still am because I intend to take his title and occupation. No matter what, I wish to be the strongest. The wisest. A healer. Protector. The unmoving. Caspian Kaldwin, a…God” He muttered under his breath, given a shocked expression from the woman who looked at the boy with pity. No words left her mouth, as the Pastor slowly came out from the docks. Handing Caspian a fat pouch of coins for their safe escort through the city, the man practically gagged as he felt choked up. What exactly was happening? As the Pastor thanked Kaldwin, he waltzed his way back to the ship awaiting departure. The Nun smiled, petting Caspian’s hands before she began to head towards the ship. However just before she left, she turned, laughing at the fire mage. “You don’t have to be a God to protect us all Caspian. You are but a man and cannot do it all alone. You are a good boy. However, this idolisation of being so strong to be a god is unhealthy. Find help, find other hobbies… Please, before it’s too late…your mother would be proud.” She uttered, before leaving the mage behind on the docks. Giving Caspian a wake-up call. He needed something else.
WC: 830