Grian Oneshots

65 ~ Don't Forget 1/2

Grian wished he could start over, so that's what he did. Except, he didn't have a plan for what he would do if the truth ever came out about him.

...

Grian sat in the field of flowers, with no clear feeling other than peace. It was familiar, yet he couldn't name where he was. Purple hyacinths and forget-me-not's spread out for miles around him.

He had a flower crown of hyacinths in his fluffy blonde hair, while his sweater was replaced with a bigger one that was held on by straps on his shoulders. A white tank top rested underneath the sweater, and light purple sweats rested on his legs. His sweater was a Crimson red, and a golden chain locket rested around his neck. The sweater was long enough to cover his hands, and then a few inches. The white sandals on his feet added a few inches to his height.

A black and white sword rested against a blue and red one, both leaned up against the only tree. The black and white sword was more of a katana, the blue and red one a broad sword. A locket much like the one around his neck was wrapped around the hilt of the broad sword.

The tree itself had purple and white leaves, while its bark was a very very light purple, some might mistake it for a hew of pink. A heart was carved into the tree, with a symbol reason and carving inside: T+X.

He couldn't help but smile as he looked at the old carving. They had made it when they were kids.

Grian stood up, and walked towards the tree. A soft smile resting upon his lips, and a slight want of going back to then rested on his heart. As he reached the tree, it was much larger than when he would've thought.

His hand slipped up, the sweater sleeve falling down to his wrist, revealing five bracelets. The first was a thick red, the second a simple one with a green gem. The third being black with moons and stars, while the fourth was thick with blue and red stripes. The last one was a thick dark purple with a simple insignia. The Watcher symbol, a rectangle but the top left and bottom right corners were changed to dots.

His gaze shifted back to the craving, as his fingers grazed over it. It was a much simpler time back then. No wars, no doubt, no fear plaguing the land.

Footsteps from his left caused him to look over at the man approaching. His smile returned to a more happy one as his previous thoughts were left behind.

The man had black hair and dark brown eyes. He wore a blue tshirt, with black jeans and combat boots. His swords sheath rested on his hip, along with the small pouch he kept some candy in at all times.

"I was wondering where you went." He said, walking to the shorter.

"I'm sorry, I just can't help but reminisce." Grian said softly, looking back towards the heart.

The man chuckled at the unneeded apology, but looked at the heart as well.

"We were just kids back then..." the man's voice trailed off.

"If only we'd known the horrors you would cause." His voice returned, though anger and frustration in his voice.

Grian looked back at the man, fear spreading as he looked at the wounded man who blamed him for what had happened.

A large gash laid across the man's chest as he leaned against his sword for support. His face was bruised, with small cuts across it from wading through the dense trees. His leg was bent at an ungodly angle, with his shoulder sagging on one side.

Grian teared up as he backed away from him. He could feel the blood dripping down his face as well as his arms. His swords tip was shattered, and the sword itself covered in blood.