words: magic, fire, friends, loss, and death
Magic: The young light-orange-haired boy sat quietly on the steps of the ruined home of sir Gareki and Madam Panne, hugging his friend and not having the heart to say a word for once, even as madam Sonia worried and cried herself. So...so much death had happened today. So much pain and suffering. And yet....and yet...none of the protection spells he'd used on any of them worked. Neither had trying to magically save his dying mother. ...He had to become a better mage. So...so...he wouldn't let this happen again.
Fire: Time passed so quickly in the bad future, and after that incident where Yarne had saved his life from kidnappers, Severa had given him a mouth-full of it for letting it happen: to which the mage retaliated that he couldn't use magic yet, so he couldn't protect himself. Severa had none of it, and smacked him across the face then, screeching that if someone she cared about had just waltzed right into a trap and died she'd never have forgive- wait, what? Someone she...? ....He swore his face was as red as his mother's hair there, as he leaned in and silenced her worries with something he'd been wanting to do for a while. A kiss to the lips. And coincidentally, as they kissed, he felt like he could do any sort of magic now. As frustrating as she was, her love seemed to ignite the fire of determination all the more so for him.
Friends: The desert sands were hot, wandering endlessly through them to the mirage city. To the one place the mage felt he was sure to find where the school of the past was, in this past time. He did wish he could ask a frined for advice. But. He had nobody right now. He had been somehow sent into the desert of the past ahead. For five years. He had no friends to ask. He was alone. Shaking and wiping away a tear from behind his glasses, he forced himself on through the scorching heat. As long as he got to that school and waited patiently, then...he could help his friends protect a good future. He wouldn't have to be alone again. And he'd wait however long he had to at the school, once he got there, so those lonely five years alone would go away.
Loss: "Yarne! Yarne! Have you seen my glasses? I've lost them again, and you know I can't even see you without them o- wait, why are you laughing at me?" The ten-year old boy scratched his head in puzzlement. "I dunno what's so funny." Of course, as smart as the child was, he failed to notice his glasses were resting right on top of the hat he was wearing, a most obvious place...and they all laughed about it more later.
Death: Walking along the school's hallways, one thing that never ceased to amaze Laurent was the ability of the place to cheat death. To bring people back. Even Yarne had technically been lucky - though they were not the parents from his time, in a way, his parents had come back to life. ...Sometimes, the mage felt melancholy. Like he wanted to walk around a corner and see his parents alive, too, but for now...seeing his friend happy was enough for him.
