Tuesday of Blood and Fire
Told yall, I kinda wanna write the Parents reaction.
Before the crumbling remains of what once was a highlight of cloverian architecture, terrified people huddled together.
There was a stench in the air, of singed flesh, burning hair and just fear in the face of the inferno that swallowed the huge stone builing they had called their home and workplace whole.
Everywhere people cried, asked for healers, sent for magic knights to get the fire under control.
Everyone was loud, but them.
They stood still like statures, taking in the mess, in what either was silent awe or fury.
No one dared to approach them, in case it was the latter, but all eyes were on them. They were the ones that had the most power in this situation, and the best chance to end this before maybe the whole capital would fall to the flames fueled by juvenile hot headedness.
Suddenly two consecutive whacking sounds echoed over to them, the trademark sound of people getting hit in the face, and the flames flared up for a second. That caused the charred skeletton of what was left from the roof to crumble and level the building even more, and one could see the two people jerked back.
The property damage was now, quite literally, through the roof, and it was clear to everyone with a little sense of Carpenter skills, that the house was unsaveable and had to be rebuild from scratch.
The current head of the Vermillions paled at the sum they had lost today.
His wife had issues bringing her eyebrows under control, which twitched furiously.
“What, in the kings name, is going on here? Is this a terrorist attack?”
The tone was forcedly calm, hinting at the sure death of the perpetrators. Or at least at a punishment that would have one wish they were dead.
A brave servant took it upon himself to answer his Lords question.
“Y-your highness, its your children, I’m afraid.”
He was met with two pair of eyes, circled in red and sharpened by fury. He couldn’t help but buckle under their intenseness.
“They- They started fighting and things got out of control.”
With that he ended his report and quickly shuffled off back to the safety of the crowd.
Just in time, as it seemed, because just when he reached the outskirts of the people, the mistress of the now ruined house seemed to have finally lost her temper.
“MEREOLEONA VERMILLION! FUEGOLEON VERMILLION! COME HERE RIGHT NOOOOOW!”
Powerful Mana erupted over the Place, everyone cowered in fear of the beast that just had been unleashed, even the flames got smaller.
Soon they extinguished completely, leaving behind the black burnt ruins. The dark background gave a view on what one could have confused with two remaining fires, but what was actually the heads of now rapidly paling teenagers.
Fuegoleon couldn’t remember seeing his mother ever this furious, and a voice in the back of his head told him to run, if he wants to survive.
Even Mereoleona, who was ever so carefree and unafraid, had a feeling that to all this fire soon their blood would be added and felt slightly uneasy.
Lord Vermillion felt a Migraine incoming. He pinched the bridge of his Nose, and muttered more to himself than to anyone in particular
The events of that day and the results that followed already spread throughout the city. People were laughing, shaking their heads, or showed fear in the face of a future with such hotheaded People at their top.
And it would stay in the minds of Clover as the Tuesday of Blood and Flames for a long, long time.
And for Fuegoleon and Mereoleona, it would be the day they learned where exactly they got their beastly sides from.
Also, just how badly it can hurt to disappoint your mother.