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The Crimson Lions

♕Question of the day: If you had to sacrifice one person to save a thousand, would you?♔

(3rd person POV)

It's been fifty years...

Kidding, of course, more like fifty minutes since you left the Black Bulls base.

The rain was pouring down relentlessly. Drenching your hair in its cold embrace as you flew through the forests of this magical continent.

The red glowing hue your powers cast lit up the trees you passed. Surely a strange sight for all the creatures you were passing.

You sure hope at least one of them tastes nice, because you were getting hungry.

As you kept flying low to the forest floor, as to avoid any possible broom user trying to locate you, you noticed that you didn't actually know where you wanted to go.

The Golden Dawn was an obvious no, Black Bulls is where you just came from... You don't really know the other squads... not that you'd want to either. You honestly don't want to be with anyone at all.

Maybe...

Maybe it's better if you just go.

You have your necklace. There's no use staying in a place you don't belong in. It's as Miguel said... You're not supposed to be here. You weren't supposed to be in any of these worlds. They're not for you.

But... you had promised...

You promised Asta and Noelle that you'd come back, if only for a moment... And maybe for once, you'd keep a promise.

"So say, how are you doing all this?"

A boyish voice sounded from right above you... No, not above you. On you. There's a boy standing in your wings!

You yelp at the sudden, unexpected intrusion into your personal space. Taking a harsh left to try and shake the mystery boy off your wings.

You hear him yell in surprise as he falls off your form with a firm tug of gravity. Slamming into a nearby tree. It seems he was counting on mere balance to stay on your flying form. Rather foolish of him.

"Hey! Quite sudden of you, and here I thought you were a worthy opponent!" The stranger huffs as he lands his fall with a fake grace.

No... Not a stranger, you know this boy. You'd met him in the capital. Leopold Vermillion... A proud member of the Crimson Lions.

"Opponent?" You bristle, landing not far ahead to stare at the strange boy. Your body moving into a defensive position between the forest trees.

"Yeah? A little friendly spar with a bull who crossed into the Crimson Lions' territory? You're basically offering yourself up as prey, Y/N." The boy grins.

Leopold's vermillion braid sways as he approaches you with a confidence even you can't rival.

"So, what do you say? Little duel with me? Come on." He eggs on. You can't believe you run into the very definition of energetic right after you basically left Asta behind for the time being.

"No time." You brush past the boy. Though he stubbornly latches onto your arm.

"Come on! It's basically tradition!" Leopold whines as he tugs at your arm more. His green eyes tug into a pleading look almost resembling that of a pouting kitten.