“Do you remember when we first met?“
The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring {Sentence Starters}
“Of course...” His voice falters for a moment, gaze flickering to Laxus in silent surprise at the topic before he continues, “It was the day I first joined the guild.”
Despite the years that had passed since that day Freed can remember it clearly, from the warm smile quirking the Master’s lips when the boy had requested to join the guild, to the brawl that had erupted through the halls minutes later. At the time the actions had startled the rune mage, but even that astonishing fight didn’t stand out in his memories as much as the grumpy blonde boy sitting alone at a table.
Dodging the flying tables and shouts. the master led him to the boy that appeared to be only a few years older than Freed himself, neither seeming fazed in the slightest by the chaos occurring around them.
His first impression of the lightning mage had been lackluster, Freed’s polite greeting virtually brushed off by the dragon slayer, yet it was still him that Makarov had requested to watch over his grandson that day. At the time the request had seemed impossible, with Laxus’ apparent lack of initiative to make friends, yet now here they sat, at their usual table in the bustling guild that they had once attempted to overtake only to now vow to protect with their lives.
“I recall believing you to be in a poor mood,” Freed hums, his expression drawing into a slight grin, “It wasn’t long after that Bixlow and Evergreen joined and we took up the title of the Thunder Legion. We’ve grown considerably since then, haven’t we?”