Memories

.:Chapter 1:.

Renoir and Lucifer walked up to the front door seeing the orange X on their door, reminding them of their parents death, Each different colored X had a different meaning but the fade orange color stared back at them, its meaning that the chief of the guards had died. Renoir pushed the door open, stepping in side, Luce fallowing shortly behind. Renoir sat down at a desk in the other room, it was filled with scattered papers, potions, paints, and brushes, he got up grabbing a few arrows and the poision from his pocket, setting all the items on the table. Lucifer was in the two's room, painting the two small dragons he saw today on Adrian's leg, one was a sand yellow with green rounded spikes going down its back, light sky blue yes, and golden horns, the other was grey with dark green spikes and pale green eyes, its horns looking like tree branches form an oak tree. He kept his hand steady making the two look like they were wrapping around the stick. Lucifer smiled, happy with how it was looking when he heard a shout from the other room. "Goddess of Aston!" Renoir's voice was heard, the sound of metal hitting the stone floor, Luce ran out of the room, checking to see what had happened, his light red-brown eyes widened as he saw dark crimson droplets hit the floor. "Renoir , are you alright?!" He asked, rushing over to his brother. "I'm fine, just stuck my hand with a arrow.." Renoir muttered, wrapping the wound with some bandages he pulled from the desk drawr, wrapping it around his hand like his mother taught him, criss crossing the wraps. "Do you need to check in with doctor Cork?" Luce asked, leaning over to get a closer look at the wound, seeing blood seep through the bandage. "I should be fine, but we should check in later because I don't trust that new comer.." Renoir growled, tucking the rest of the bandage away. "I think maybe you should let go of your grudge agents the other villages... It'll be a year tomorrow.." Luce said, looking up at the older white haired male. "Grudge?! What grudge!? I don't have a grudge against anyone, that other village is who attacked our village and killed our parents!" Renoir snapped, turning away to go back to coating the arrows in the toxin. "I know that, but we should get all the help we can get, there have been far to many signs of an attack." Luce said, looking down at the ground.

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A/N

Yes I know this is a short page but my hand kept cramping and I wanted a cliffed hanger, so your welcome.