It hurts. He never experienced this before. He didn't even know that such pain existed.. was it because he was kind of pampered? Or is it because he is a royal? A true royal? No, humans made that title, not his mother.
He blinked once as his vision swam and fell to his knees, coughing up blood. His irises finally showed, a deep forest green encased with an beautiful silver lime hue. He always saw it as though his irises were rings, very beautiful.. valuable rings. He hated it for that. Why? Because. The emperor.
His name was Poe.. yes, he thinks it's Poe. Confusions over his name? Haha. He stared at the gravel ground of the road that he had just been defeated on. Stared at the glowing white blood. Why was it white? Why was he still connected.. connected to his father? His dad? His dreaded.. dreaded relative? He clenched his fist as he felt another round of vomit, which must be blood. Sure enough, it was. It tainted his collar and his throat burned as he regained little strength from his quick healing medicine.
He loved herbs. That's a.. fact.
"You're sure taking your time, Poe." The only voice he hated to hear.. said his name. At least spare him something before he dies.
"I-" Poe tried, his voice raspy in response. Clearing his stone felted throat, he heard his heavy breathing accompanying the unrecognizable voice of his, "no.. I'll be sure to get you.."
"Fancy. For thy might never will. I'm disappointed by your fighting skills, son." The voice turned softer, gentler. It was always a sharp and rocky sound to your ears. Why?
Poe closed his eyes as he felt a lump in his throat. No, not the time to cry. He hated to cry. That was for children, and he was an adult.
Water blurred his vision as he whispered, "you never tried to teach me?" He asked a question.. and he gave an answer. What a dumb thing to do.
There was a pause as it didn't respond right away, then..
"I never needed to." Poe tensed as he heard the unmistakable sound of shoes tapping against gravel. Light steps, pressure applied only to the heel. Balance. Not perfect for some strange reason, but he still was making it seem perfect.
Poe's eyes widen as it came to a stop. "Look up," it commanded. The gentle and soft voice turned to a desperate but authoritative desire.
He instantly looked up despite his whole body crumbling. That was a mistake.
There it was. His father, in Seon Creature form, with such dark purple irises it could turn black, a red glint in his eyes as it reflected off a starting fire, the grave expression on his face and his black peacoat, dark chocolate skin that didn't match up to any of Poe's siblings or himself. The mark all Seon Creatures had was smudged.
What a mystery his father was.
Always one.
Then Poe realized that it wasn't looking at him. It was looking at something else. Tracking his father's eyes, Poe saw a simple black crystal ball. It neither had a shadow nor light danced on its surface, it was just an empty, out of this world looking thing.
Then dread charged over him as he suddenly felt his tail feathers shot up, instincts tingling, and with a force he didn't know existed, Poe was immediately pulled back. His wings outstretched as he instantly shielded himself on pure instincts.
But the problem was he couldn't fight any longer, because a broken body doesn't stand a chance to something like that.
Through the gaps of the feathers, Poe saw the black crystal ball explode in the man's hand, birthing root-like hands to raced after him.
Poe's eyes widen as he somewhat knew what it was.
A sealing ball.
Meaning, if it caught him, he's dead.
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Fresh flowers of every color!
Growing in the garden on which Summit likes.
What is someone like him doing here..
Whatever the case is, yay!
Summit hummed the tune of a song he made. It was a light hearted, cheerful tone that should cheer up just about anybody! Next to him lay the book that never makes him bored.
(Wait let's ignore the first 39 chapters..)
"The overly cautious protagonist!" Not unique, but definitely a book he likes.
The air was crisp with snowflakes..
Far distant mountain ridges peaked from behind tall pine trees that protected his house from the strong wind..
Ashen gray clouds rolled above his head..
And his small log house sat idly in this twist of a region. Well not technically his only, it was also Dani's, his best friend.
Dani started to act weird though, so Summit naturally asked him to pick up a shift. Just to see if he was correct on what was happening to Dani.
Summit stood up as he kind of wondered why the nightshade didn't die yet. That was an experimental flower he planted but whatever the case was, er, it was alive.
He liked planting, he liked colors. The neon red flower over here was called cherryfalls, then this one was blue something that he obviously forgotten because of a very very very unhelpful memory storage, and blah blah blah.
The only reason he did like planting though was because the clan leader was persistent on it.
Being a oldie and in charge of an ancient clan must be rough for such a Peafowl Seon Creature.
"Anyways.." Summit murmured as he picked up the book. "Time to read. Whew, at least I'm not working in the town."
The town, where the Blue Jay Seon Creatures and some Hummingbird Seon Creatures now live, is the 'safe haven' for them. Well, understandable since they are technically a lower race of Seon Creatures, so they were naturally lost when the continents connected.
Yeah, he knows, he paid attention in class.
Well, sometimes. Not all the time, anyways.
Then Summit forgot what he was doing to do.
Very convenient.