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MEMORY MEME - A VIVID MEMORY
{ :; ♛ ;: } Nohr was always unpleasant this time of year.
While some of that had to do with the harsh weather - biting cold, occasional sleet and general disdain from the kingdom’s subjects at having to put up with such - it also had to do with what those within even the court were doing. As usual, Leon’s father had been… active during the spring months, and as such, a fresh batch of potential heirs came into the world. While some of the other children were thrilled - Elize, especially, seemed happy to have more little siblings - Leon, Camilla and Marx especially knew what was going to happen now. They had lived through this routine for years - lived thanks in part to their respective mothers’ sacrifices.
Naturally, as the inevitable occurred, Leon felt naught but the desire to live, survive - and for his most treasured siblings to live. He wasn’t sure what he would do if the damnable harpies that formed much of Garon’s concubine decided to slaughter them along with the newborns that couldn’t defend themselves. While he had become numb to the losses of his brothers and sisters alike due to the sheer quantity he had lost, Elize had not yet, and Leon took it upon himself to comfort the youngest of the survivors.
“Elize… it’s all right. Everything will be alright… they won’t hurt you. Myself, Camilla, Marx… we will protect ourselves and you, so that we may put an end to this accursed cycle of constant and innumerable deaths.”
And so he did, as the years went on. Yet Leon had always wondered if perhaps a fifth sibling, one younger than Elize, would have helped to round out the family. He always did want a younger brother to teach the ways of tome and sword to, much as Marx had taught him the sword before.
