"(Y/N)! Run away!" The look the reflected in his light-blue eyes made you want to listen. But you didn't. Your muscles were frozen, stiff. There was no way for you to move. Why? Why did all this happen? He continued to glance between you and the task at hand. "No... Please no..." the quiet mewl came from your throat. "Run away!" He shouted again; his voice was dry now; his shout ripping apart his throat.
The smoke latched onto your arms, a clawed hand on your neck. You whimpered, trying desperately to back away. The grip was strong, digging into your skin. It hurt so much, but you couldn't' scream, no noise was leaving. The white-haired male's eyes widened and the male below him launched at the smokey figure, "you get away from him!"
You could see the look in the older male's eyes. He was angry. But there was more; an underlying fear that was hidden so well, worry, and pure rising anger. He broke through the smoke, ripping the claws from you. He wrapped his arms around you, shielding you. Claws deeply cutting across his back while nothing more than pained grunts left his lips.
He took you, running back to the white-haired man to break away the bracelet. You were truly afraid. You never had been before, but now, you were scared, hurt, and upset. You wanted to cry, you were so overwhelmed now. "You're okay" he reassured you from above.
"...N) ... Y/N)... (Y/N)!" "(Y/N)."
Peeling opened your eyes, you looked up at the familiar male, your squadmate. He looked down at you with worry, his brows had been forced together, wrinkles appearing in the small gap between them. His lips wore a small frown unless parted. "(Y/N), you're awake. Are you okay? You were sweating a lot and you looked terrified." You lifted a hand to your forehead, wiping across, surly enough, you were sweating. That same nightmare again. Would it ever leave you alone?
You looked back up at him with your usual unwelcoming eyes, your face expressionless. Though you tried, your mask didn't fool him, he used to wear one after all; it didn't fool him, and he was the only one. "I'm fine, Zenon." Your words were curt, your voice low, gravely, and flat. Zenon's eyes only sorrowed, still looking at you worried. He prayed every night that you wouldn't be like this- that you wouldn't be like him. It was clear by the cold look in your eyes you wouldn't change your answer, despite it being a lie. Sitting up, you rubbed the last of the uneasy sleep from your eyes.
He sighed voicelessly, sitting down on the double seater sofa opposite you. "I tried to find you earlier. When I came in here, I found you asleep. You don't sleep much so I didn't disturb you, I kept everyone else out to. Then you started sweating, so I thought it best to wake you" he explained. He didn't make eyes contact with you, looking instead at the paper in his hands.
You reached over, grabbing your warm drink, which was now cold, sipping on it without a care in the world, "and why were you looking for me?" Zenon silently wished you hadn't asked; he didn't want to be the one to tell you. "Are you going to just sit there or are you going to answer?" You weren't losing patience, but you tried to make it seem like it.
"It's... it's about the next mission, assigned by the Wizard King." You watched his hands hold the stack of paper tighter, closer to him. It was like he was trying to hide it but knew he couldn't. He didn't want to give it to you, it was simple to deduce that much. He went quiet. There was no one else in the room so the whole room went quiet. You didn't care, but you watched as Zenon shifted uncomfortably. For a grown adult, he was quite unique. His feet jolted up and down, his fingers fiddled with the corner of the paper. It was painful to watch.
"What's the mission? I'll deal with it myself." You told him shortly. You watched as he froze his nervous movements. "That's the thing- I'm not sure you should... You could send out some of the members from the fourth or fifth units, some don't have current missions...! Or-" "Zenon what are the orders?" He didn't want to, he really didn't. "Please-" "Zenon."
An audible sigh of defeat left his lips. "A three-day mission; a dungeon the opened up on the edge of the strong magic region that must be explored, then the responding knights are to head to Kiten to check the defences and monitor the boarder until a new squad can be dispatched. Due to the Magic Knights being thinned out with missions, we request two mages from the White Wolves, three mages from the Golden Dawn, and t-two mages f-from..." Zenon began to stutter. Your gaze on him become piercing. "T-The Black B-Bulls..." Zenon trailed off.
"Bullshit!" Zenon didn't even have time to process you ripping that single sheet form under his hands. It hadn't even been three seconds since he spoke those final three words. You glared holes into the piece of paper. "He's off his rocker! What the Hell!? We don't work joint missions with the Black Bulls! Not ever!" You were fuming. Zenon felt himself shrink every time you finished a shouted sentence. The paper violently left your hand, feathery falling onto the ground. Zenon quickly picked it up adding back onto the pile.
"The worst part is that the Golden Dawn mages are supposed to meet you at Kiten. It's only the Black Bulls and us on the dungeon mission." Oh, how he wished those words never left his mouth. The air around you seemed to darken, it's weight increasing, it was almost hard to breath. Your mana was clearly surrounding you violently. "And with the Captain away, I have to deal with this."
You walked over the window of the room, gazing out onto the trees. Peaceful. You took a moment to calm yourself. Ridding yourself of the anger so you felt it was empty once again, you spoke, "are there any mages selected for these missions? Or is it simply a pick your own?" Zenon moved to another piece of paper. "For this mission, we request from the Golden Dawn; Mimosa Vermillion, Klaus Lunettes, and David Swallow. From the White Wolves; Their Vice-Captain, and a member of her choice. From the Black Bulls; Asta and Liebe, as well as a member of their captain's choice. We understand if these people are out on mission." Zenon read out the names. 'Why must he make this so hard? Idiot.' You berated the Wizard King in your mind.
Turning around your emotionless eyes bore into Zenon, "inform Unit Two's leader: Silvia Praxi, of our leave then pack what you need. We leave at first light." You stated simply. "Me?" Zenon gulped. "Zenon, you're my right-hand. You're in my unit. And probably the only member aside from the captain that I would trust to have my back. Yes, you're coming." You told him, extending your previous comment. "Right!" Zenon stood up and saluted before leaving the room.
You watched on as he left the room, shutting the door behind himself. You picked up your cold (F/D) and leaned against the window frame. You could see the birds that flapped in the late afternoon's sun. Raising your drink, you took a long sip. You detested the Black Bulls. If Yami received the same letter, then he should know not to send him. You'd have to reach out to Yami later, no matter how much you didn't want to, William too. You weren't going to deny these orders, you practically lived to protect the kingdom now. Nothing else mattered.
"For the Clover Kingdom. The one you wanted us to protect." You lifted your drink and took another long sip.
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The White Wolf
Fanfiction(Y/N) is a nineteen year old boy living in the noble realm. Status never bothered (Y/N), he didn't care who you were or where you were from. Not after the incident; he didn't care. In a recently formed squad; White Wolves, (Y/N) was promoted to vice...
