How NOT to be a mother in a doomed story (Oc story)

For the People, to the People 1

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When someone heard the name of Callas, the Daunting Leadder of the Spina Di Rasula it always created some sort of effect in Fontaine.

The wicked shivered with fright

The innocents looked at them with hope

And even the wealthy families and merchants of the city were not as eagerly to dismiss his request as they would anyone else when he seemed to be one of the few people able to have a long and steady conversation with the Ludex Neuvillete.

Some people said that he was a magician

Others that he knew everything that went by in Poisson.

A strategist of the highest calibre.

A pirate turned noble in his endeavours.

However, as rumours went by he was lucky that none had gone to spread misinformation or slander. And dthat was a big surprise to be taken into consideration given how much the people of Fontaine loved their gossip and wild theories that popped from time to time in the tabloids.

Filled with nonsense more often than not..

But nonsense that people tended to believe nonetheless

However, he was sure that no one had the passing thought of him just having a liking to take a stroll out into the countryside from time to time. Especially with all the things that were set to happen tomorrow, but... what was there not to like? There air was clean, there was none of that buzzing of gears and clockwork going by like it did in Fontaine nor there seemed to be any problems in need of solving on miles around if you ignored the presence of Hilichurls at that.

But eh...details, right? Not that he had managed to find one for a while...

And lastly but no less important....no politics

The day the bushes started speaking Fontainian was the day he knew the end of times was coming. Until then, he better enjoy it as long as he could.

True, the day was actually more bothersome than normal. And perhaps wearing black and a cape in this particular weather was not the wises of choices, archon's knew why the sun had decided to shine so particularly insistent today on Fontaine. However sometimes a man had to make sacrifices to keep their style..... and who knew, perhaps a brigand with more guts than sense would try to challenge him and he could flash them with his expertise with the blade?

The ghost of a small smirk seemed to be about to warp around the edges of his lips at that thought.

But...it slowly died out.

Sighing loudly, half lid eyes gazing at the glimmering surface of the small pond of water a few meters below the slop he was sitting over, the light refracting from its surface, leaving a glimmering effect to take place on the waters.

He remembered when his father had brought him here, or more like dumped his ass down there without warning in order to tell him to learn to swim or drown, whatever came first....

Callas had cursed more in that day than anywhere else in his life

A fun memory nowadays...

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But no, he had not come here looking for games or to reminisce about the past. In fact fun was the furthest thing in his mind at the moment.