Post by Augustus Ravencrest on Jun 1, 2020 1:07:10 GMT -5
Cesare Wilhelm was very agitated. His year with the Crimson Lions had not been as productive as he would have liked it to be. In truth, he had felt lacking as a Magic Knight, and as a part of the Wilhelm family. He could not embody his family’s greatness, and it had perturbed him every single time he looked at himself in a mirror.
The question, what to do? He knew he wanted to be strong, but he just was not strong enough. It was a horrid day for him, and it only made him feel worse as each day passed with him not doing anything, not being useful, and not being an active member of the Crimson Lions.
He found himself wandering off to the fields near the town, just on the outskirts of the wall. He needed some place to vent with his wind magic, and this was just the place for it. He knew his spells were not strong enough anyway, which meant that he should not cause any trouble at all.
With his grimoire out, Cesare flipped through the spells he knew, casting them haphazardly. As he continued, he found himself more and more of his spells. Mana wise, he was slowly feeling weak. Yet, he still kept pumping more and more into his spells.
“Useless…” He would whisper to himself, and before he knew it, he was starting to build up mana once again. The dangerous winds whipped around him now, and started to cut into him, but he held nothing back. He was drowning in his sorrows.
In a flash, the deed was done. Cesare, unconsciously unwilling, had ended his own life.
The citizens nearby would see the event, and call for Magic Knights. Cesare’s body would be taken to the Wilhelm familial estate, before being given a proper funeral rite.
A life lost, due to the sadness one’s life might bring, and being unable to cope.
[Exit]
The question, what to do? He knew he wanted to be strong, but he just was not strong enough. It was a horrid day for him, and it only made him feel worse as each day passed with him not doing anything, not being useful, and not being an active member of the Crimson Lions.
He found himself wandering off to the fields near the town, just on the outskirts of the wall. He needed some place to vent with his wind magic, and this was just the place for it. He knew his spells were not strong enough anyway, which meant that he should not cause any trouble at all.
With his grimoire out, Cesare flipped through the spells he knew, casting them haphazardly. As he continued, he found himself more and more of his spells. Mana wise, he was slowly feeling weak. Yet, he still kept pumping more and more into his spells.
“Useless…” He would whisper to himself, and before he knew it, he was starting to build up mana once again. The dangerous winds whipped around him now, and started to cut into him, but he held nothing back. He was drowning in his sorrows.
In a flash, the deed was done. Cesare, unconsciously unwilling, had ended his own life.
The citizens nearby would see the event, and call for Magic Knights. Cesare’s body would be taken to the Wilhelm familial estate, before being given a proper funeral rite.
A life lost, due to the sadness one’s life might bring, and being unable to cope.
[Exit]