The flames of Fiore.

Attack of Fairy Tale pt.1

1203 , 11th of March.
Burning Thorn guildhall , Magnolia.

Cain sat on a stool in master Cyrowe's office , staring at the framed picture of a group of people standing in front of the guildhall. In the middle was an man of roughly fifty , standing to his left was what Cain presumed to be a younger Cyrowe. To the right of the main group in the picture was what seemed to be a seven year old Sam being chased by Azeal , who was aiming to through a rotten looking fruit at Sam. Sam was running towards a woman who appeared to be in her twenties and laughing at the children's antics. Her hair was light brown , straight , and went all the way to her waist. Her brown eyes seemed warm and her arms were outstretched to catch Sam before Azeal could throw the fruit. She was very beautiful. Cains attention was broken when he heard two sets of footsteps creeping up the staircase , they were light , but he could hear them all the same. He glanced around the room to take in his surrounding. There was a surprising lack of stuff. there was a large window in the right wall , a bookcase in the far left corner and a filing cabinet in the right. In front of him was an overly large , solid wood desk with the chair to match. To his left stood another stool , just like his. Cain was studying the rose carvings on the legs of the desk when the door creaked open. In stepped master Cyrowe , wearing a buttoned up , dark green coat that scrapped against the floor with earrings to match its color , and , for some reason , Sam , who was wearing and orange , thin strapped singlet and light blue skinny jeans. Cain became confused. He knew the master would be interviewing him to see if she wanted him in her guild , but did Sam need to be here too? why? When he voiced these thoughts the guild master only sighed. "Because dear" She said while making her way to the large desk , with the assistance of her cane. "You aren't the most fourth coming with information about yourself. All we know is Your not in a guild at the moment , your sixteen , you have not encountered civilization before due to your upbringing by your father , and you were in town hunting for his murderers. That , and you are extremely powerful , do you see my problem?" she said whilst lowering herself into her chair. Despite this explanation , Cain still had no idea why Sam was here. As Sam sat in the stool next to him , Sam explained. "We need to know more about you , and your refusal to co-operate leaves us with a difficult situation. So the master has asked me to help with." Cain looked at am then at master Cyrowe , then back again. He did this for a few seconds waiting for them to continue. "Oookay." he said , still really confused. The master chuckled at his confusion. "We just need you to relax , you won't have to do a thing." At hearing this , Cain immediately tensed up , feeling that he may have to defend himself , but from what he did not know. Sam put her hand on his shoulder , closed her eyes and relaxed. Immediately , Cain felt something pressing against him , but he couldn't see what it was. Confused , he looked to Cyrowe for an explanation. "It's alright , just relax and let things happen , everything's under control." She had a concerned look on her face though. Looking back at Sam , he nodded and closed his eyes , becoming more at ease. However , he immediately regretted this. He was swamped by memories and flashback , bits of his past flooded his mind. Days where he trained , monsters his father made him fight , the day he got his scar that ran from his mouth to his left ear fighting a bull like monster , then defeating it. Learning all the most powerful spells his father could teach him. His father , Thanatos. The great death dragon. The magic he taught , an ancient , powerful magic. "My god.. Your a DEATH DRAGON SLAYER!?" The voice shouted in his head , but it wasn't a voice , it was a thought. And it wasn't his thought. He immediately started struggling , but his body wouldn't move , he was frozen still , stuck. Helpless. He knew what was going on , and he was pissed. Rage and anger started boiling up and he started to gather magical energy around his body. "SAM! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" he roared in his mind. He projected his rage of the intrusion across the connection. He felt the connection be severed almost instantly. He opened his eyes and felt even more regret. Sam was in the corner of the room , next to the door crying , master Cyrowe standing between them. He was on the floor under the window , the magic power radiating from him levitated small bits of dust and dirt around him to eye level and starting to pull splinters from the floor boards , the amount of power also made it hard for Sam to breath , causing her choke and struggle.