🍃 Ⓥⓘⓔ ⓔⓣ ⓜⓞⓡⓣ (⃝ⓛⓘⓕⓔ ⓐⓝⓓ ⓓⓔⓐⓣⓗ )⃝ 🍂

🍃 And so he runs to his death 🍂

RECAP
Just as he started stuffing his mouth with cake Joyeux and Félicité returned with a black box, handed it to Vie, and promptly sat themselves down next to Vie to see what was inside. "This is from your enemy Mort. Heir of the Death clan. You shall never see him he will surely bring about your destruction." Félicité said as Vie opened the lid and reveals a dead kitten. "MUFFIN!" Vie yelled recognising the kitten instantly. He picks up the cats dead corpse and dropped the box. Vie hugged the kitten and slowly the kitten came back to life. "Oh I have to go thank him! I thought Muffin ran away for good!" Vie had already taken off before Félicité and Joyeux could protest. Every step turning the grass beneath him greener and longer....

THE PRESENT
Vie knew where Mort lived. The place his parents also told him not to go. His hair tousling in the wind as he ran as fast as he could. Vie stopped in front of the dead forest. He gulped and slowly started walking in there. Spindly branches seemed to lean towards him as he brought everything back to life under tread , and eventually found the castle in which the death clan resided. Everything around it was dead and even with Vie's sheer presence the undergrowth wouldn't come back to life. Even the wood for the door was dead, he noted, as he knocked and the wood beneath his knuckles began to look like its original form of healthiness. Once. Three times. Until a small tanned boy with jet black hair and deep brown eyes peered open the door. "I-uh hello? Who are you?" He asked, the wood beneath his hand growing older and decaying.

Muffin saw the small boy and squirmed her way out of Vie's arms, running away back into the forest. Vie smiled and said "I came to thank Mort for returning Muffin back to me for my birthday!" The boy looked up at Him with a confused and weary look but inclined his head to come inside the castle. The place was huge! The walls were made of smooth dark stone and chandeliers loomed over head, a great fire roaring in the fire place filled the room with a stifling heat. The small boy then left Vie to his own devices on one of the couches and scampered up the huge staircase beyond and returned a few minutes later with an older looking boy. Vie stood to greet him. "Your Mort I presume? It's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance! I must say your much less intimidating than everyone makes you out to be! No offence of course! I..." Vie had started rambling but was cut short but the shell shocked look Mort was giving him. "What is there something on my face?" He rubbed his cheek on his sleeve. "No I just- Vie what are yo- what are you doing here?!"

Mort stuttered, his tanned face turning ever redder by the second. "I- oh.. I do suppose it was rather rude of me to barge in like this I'm terribly sorry! I just really really wanted to thank you for returning my cat to me! It was the best birthday present I could have hoped for!" Said Vie, practically beaming at him. Mort looked blankly. "Is that all?" he asks. Vie studied him. Mort was nothing what he had expected at all. From all the stories and rumours he had heard he had assumed Mort would be some towering beast of a boy, but no...to be honest it was kind of disappointing. He wore himself casually and his curly blond hair swept into his dull grey eyes which were framed by a pair of glasses he frequently had to push up his nose..Not at all the death incarnate he had imagined..kind of nerdy actually..."why do people fear you?" Vie blurted out then promptly covered his mouth with his hands barely clamping down his gasp.

Morts face held a calm mask as he looked down. "All bring is sorrow and death wherever I tread? I thought it would be obvious and such considering I'm the prince of death..why are yo-" Vie's face quickly melted from a smile to a frown, and made to grab morts hands and interrupted. "I'm sorry I though you'd be a horrible brute, but I see now your actually so very nice and I wish to offer my friendship to you. If you want to that is! I mean I wouldn't blame you for not wanting to haha, who would want to be friends with Vie the all might looser? I guess you'd..." as Vie went on in his ramblings his grip slowly lessened and he soon fell to the floor..the colour was leeching out of him tuning darker, And in the stair way stood his grandmother Fileur stood.

🍃TO BE CONTINUED🍂