Spring

12

I apologize for the month long wait. I haven't had wi-fi for that month. This chapter might be a little all over the place because I've been writing every time I've had a chance. So this might not be very well put together. Sorry.

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Possible Trigger Warning: Death, Cursing,

Roman & Virgil

Roman's body felt heavy. Heavier than usual. He knew what was going on and frankly, he hated it. The view in front of him was awful as the sorcerer latched chains to his arms. All he could do was sit and watch. His body lacked the energy needed to help.

Virgil was sat upright against the wall, unconscious. Shayne was nowhere to be found, but that didn't matter to Roman. He watched as Virgil peeled his eyes open and began to panic. He watched as Virgil frantically scanned the room, eyes landing on him. He watched as Virgil quickly rushed over and began too spout words to Roman's ringing ears. He watched as the sorcerer crept out of the shadows. He tried to warn him. To get anything out to help the boy who he had fallen hopelessly in love with. He tried. He really did. And he failed.

He watched as the sorcerer reached out for Virgil. Finally, Virgil noticed his stare and quickly turned, just in time to dodge the sharp blade held in the sorcerers hand. Virgil quickly stood, panic obvious on his face. There was no way Virgil would be able to go up against Adrien. No fucking way.

"I wanted there to be the least amount of pain possible. But, I suppose I can make this fun for the both of us." Adrien spoke as he flipped the blade, staring at it. Virgil stared as well.

"ฉันหวังว่าใบมีดนี้จะทำให้เกิดความเจ็บปวดมากขึ้น เผาใบมีดด้วยดังนั้นศัตรูของฉันก็เช่นกัน." The sorcerer muttered. The blade glew a soft purple before shifting back to the original grey. "A simple charm, but very painful to any foe. One cut and your skin will burn to ashes." The sorcerer taunted. Virgil gulped.

"Wh-why not just kill me with a spell." Virgil shakily questioned. His anxiety was through the roof, but he was trying to stay strong. He watched as the sorcerer lowered his hood. Virgil stepped back. It was him. A mirror image of himself stood in front of him, with piercing purple eyes that glinted in the dark room.

"Who the hell are you?!" Virgil asked. He heard the sorcerer chuckle.

"I want to see you, limp on the floor, covered in blood. It's what you deserve for killing our parents." The sorcerer called with a sadistic grin.

"Our?!"

"You ever wondered who your birth parents were? Why you were left on the street? Why you can't remember them at all?" The sorcerer questioned. Virgil nodded.

"This deserves a story," The sorcerer chuckled, "A long time ago, in a land called Fall, lived two powerful sorcerers. Cecilia, the blind witch, and Cessair, the dark one. They ruled the land with ferocity. The world was in chaos, but that's how they liked it. But, a revolution was in the works. The people of Fall wanted to live in peace, without having to worry about if they'd survive the day. They overthrew the kingdom and managed to put them away, using the power of the elemental race. They changed Fall to Spring, and lived happily. But, Cecilia and Cessair weren't gone, just hidden, and with Cecilia pregnant, they were planning to regain what they had lost. They slowly killed off the elemental race and lived beyond a forest no human would dare enter.

"Eventually, Cecilia gave birth to twins. One gifted with magic, and the other normal. Or so it seemed. With the young wizard practicing magic, and his brother locked safely away from him, the sorcerers noticed something. The child who inherited nothing was an elemental, the race they swore to destroy. With heavy hearts they cursed him to a land where his magic couldn't be used, erasing his memory. Unfortunately, the plan backfired and the young child's gift killed them. Leaving the young wizard alone, and angry.