Years before the events of Black Clover a kid was found in an abandoned house. Alistar Novachrono is the adopted son of the current wizard king. Will the moon's shadow swallow it's light?
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"Hah!", a light blue slash comes down on the ground as a red blur shoots up from the ground. The red blur rams into the figure in the sky before they both come crashing down to the ground.
"Ow...", the blonde mutters slowly getting up and groaning in slight pain.
"You're getting better", Fuegoleon praises pulling the boy up to his feet.
"You're just saying that", Alistar said brushing off the dirt and loose grass.
"You never change even after all these years. I remember when you were just a runt", Fuegoleon joked ruffling his hair. Alistar pushed his hand off fixing his hair.
"Please stop teasing me", Alistar said embarrassed.
"Alistar!", Alistar turned to see Marx calling him over.
"Thank you for the training session Feugoleon. I'll see you again at the magic knight ceremony", Alistar said leaving the training grounds.
"I'll see you then", Feugoleon responded watching the teenager run off to Marx.
"Marx, is there something you need me for?", Alistar asked fixing his cloak. He wore a dark navy blue cloak with a gold edge and a clasp with a crescent moon. Underneath he wore a blue-gray tunic with a black belt around his waist. On the belt sits an attachable grimoire holder. He re-tied his mid-length light blonde hair into a high ponytail.
"I wanted to ask you to investigate Revchi Salik", Marx explained handing him a file.
"He was the magic knight expelled not that long ago right?", Alistar confirmed flipping through the pages.
"Correct. Eyewitnesses have seen him stealing grimoires from the outer villages, last encounter had him heading north towards Hage", Marx explains more in-depth.
"Aren't grimoires made only to obey their chosen master? What good is a grimoire without a master?", Alistar questioned.
"Collectors and fanatics I assume", Marx answered.
"I'll leave soon then", Alistar returned the files to Marx.
"When you capture him call in and we'll have any knights nearby come to retrieve him", Marx instructed him.
"Understood", Alistar responded. He left the castle walking out to the training rounds before opening his grimoire. "Mockingjay's reverie", he cast. White feathers started appearing around before forming two light blue wings sprouting from his back attaching to his shoulder blades.
"Take flight", launching into the sky was a feeling Alistar loved more than anything—the freedom of the skies and the air around. The city faded into the forest and plains.
"I should get there before sunset. Maybe I'll see those two again", he comments to himself as he continues to fly north.
