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zora x nebra 🌪 pt. 1 (s)

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☛ In the Royal Capital, on a cool summer evening...

Nebra Silva, the eldest sister of the Silva family was strolling around the market. She was bored of always staying in her room, so she had decided to take a walk and get some fresh air. Before she headed out, she made sure to give her siblings Nozel and Solid a heads up so as not to worry them. As she strolled around the town, a few stalls caught her interest, so she allowed herself to stop and take a look. She was immersed, leaning in to examine a jewel shop selling diamonds, rubies, sapphires, and emeralds.

Meanwhile, a member of the Black Bulls had been up to the same business he had always been doing before officially joining his squad. This cool masked jerk had been hiding in alleyways all day, unlucky, unsuspecting royals being caught in his traps that he spent time setting up the day before. A certain royal had caught his interest, causing him to stride to the edge of the shadows of the alleyway. Upon closer examination, he noticed it resembled a certain tsundere from his squad. He smirked and decided to cause some trouble. Remaining in the shadows, he set a trap at the entrance of the alleyway, backing up to make sure he won't trigger it. "Hey, royal!" Nebra took no mind. In fact, she didn't even hear him, being so enchanted by the jewels laid out before her. Granted, she was a royal, and she probably has countless more jewels up in the Silva estate, but you could never have enough being royalty! Zora, the troublemaker he is, got irritated at the lack of a reply, "Hey! Silver trash!"

Nebra flinched and whipped her head around violently, her eyes glaring lasers into Zora's soul. "Did you mean me?" Zora smirked, chuckling as he stuck his arm out, motioning for her to get near. She marched toward his direction and whipped out her grimoire, the pages flying open. Stopping at a certain page and halting right before running into his trap, she activated her Mist Magic: Solid Mist Clones and Transient Illusion. Zora's eyes widened, then turned into a cocky smirk, having placed a trap on himself on the off chance that anyone would be able to land a spell on him. Nebra shot the Mist Spider Binding spell twice to restrain Zora, activating the trap on the first hit, her clones and herself dodging the trap in the process, and then the second activating the trap on Zora, shooting back to Nebra. The spell shot one of her clones, and Nebra took the opportunity to run alongside all of her clones to attack Zora all at once.

Overwhelmed, Zora thought to himself, "Damn! Because of expending mana the entire day messing with royals, I've reached my limit. You damn royals and your huge mana reserves!" Zora decided to surpass his limits, but he wouldn't say it out loud. He activated traps, surrounding himself, when Nebra decided to shoot the binding spell all at once, her clones and herself. "You lose, royal!" Zora cackled, watching as the binding spells reflected off of his trap magic, hitting all of Nebra's clones and herself. Nebra slammed into the ground, knocking the breath out of her. She glanced up as Zora stepped over to her and crouched beside her. "What should I do with you?" Nebra glared up at him, snarling like a wild pack animal, "You had better not lay any of your dirty fingers on me, commoner! Worst of the worst magic knights squad! You sorry excuse of a magic knight!" The first two insults hadn't affected Zora in the least. Hearing the last one, though, triggered something in him.

He grabbed Nebra's hair roughly, bringing her face to face with him. She winced, clenching her jaw. "Who are you talking about? HUH?!" Nebra kept her mouth shut, glancing down toward the ground in defeat, evidence of tears welling up. "What the hell did I do to deserve this?", she thought to herself. Zora had no remorse. He released her hair, dropping her onto the ground. She bit back a cry of pain, staring into the sky. "Say something, royal. Just so you know, I don't feel a shred of guilt for hurting bastards like you." Nebra lay there, binded in her own mist magic. She felt Zora glaring past her to hell, so she glanced up at him, challenging him. He raised a brow and kneeled beside her. "What are you getting all cocky for?" Nebra sniffled involuntarily, still keeping her gaze on him, "...what did I do to you?" Zora, still sporting that vindictive look, took his mask off and cupped her chin in his hand, "You damn royals always treat us commoners terribly, look down on us and disrespect us, so I'm handing out justice, making sure the unheard are heard, and making the blind see." Nebra scoffed at his silly reasoning, "That's ridiculous. So, what, you're a vigilante? You're just going to bully royals, even those who mind their business and strive to be great magic knights?", "None of you are even close to what a true magic knight should be! My father was killed by his own! What does that tell you about the system, the hierarchy?!"