Vixen gave a sigh as he arrived at the estate. The years of training had honed his body, however training took a toll and he was nearing the verge of collapse. He wasn't the young boy he was when he last stepped in the estate anymore, however he didn't want to return to Kikka just yet. After being away for five years he was nearly on his last coin before he had to break into his savings. He slowly approached the door and opened it. The help that maintained the house gave him curious looks, however due to the well maintained information related to Vixen the family had. They were easily able to deduce the boy whom entered was of the Ravencrest bloodline.

The help seemed to understand to look of fatigue on the boys face as they ushered him to his respective room. The Ravencrest being as informed as they were had Vixens room almost down to the point. As he entered the pale white walls covered themselves with shelves, and upon two stood a set of armor and a pickaxe. Vixen was pretty sure his father had delivered it himself. After all the pickaxe seemed to have Charles' signature adorning the hit. Vixen couldn't focus on all the decorations at the moment though. His body forced him towards a kings size bed, and within moments of noticing it Vixen let his body slam into the comforting warmth.

Vixen slept for quite a few hours, and as he woke the sun was just beginning to set. "I missed training today" Vixen complained. He peeled himself from the bed. His eyes curiously looked about his artificial room looking for everything the family might have provided. Quickly Vixen found himself gazing towards various weights hiding under the bed. Vixen gave a smile secretly nothing else had mattered. The man knew the family must have a training facility, however he wasn't quite ready to show his face to many people. The truth was the year he spent traveling around clover. He hadn't been able to pass his current limit. He was stuck, however he also had a few handicaps.

Vixen shook his head pulling out two thirty pound weights. His Body moved to a standing position, and Vixen straightened his spine. His right and left arms began to curl the weights vigorously. The arms followed each others rhythm in harmony. Soon after five repetitions Vixen let the weights fall to his side. The quick movements had caused his muscles to awaken, and slowly this time Vixen continued. His arms inching up as slow as a ticking clock. His muscles began to flex further as he began his tenth repetition and finished it a bit quicker than the rest. He gave a sigh putting the weights down as he took a seat on his bed. "I'll start he punishment round in a moment" Vixen said putting his face in his hands. Training was a serious part in his life, after all he didn't want to be held back, however he was.

It was part of his masters rules that training shouldn't use magic. Only when Vixen is running is he ever allowed to use magic, however only allowing him to expel it from his body. This was what his master called a complete burn out. Vixen slowly move from his bed and out of his room. With the help of some of the help Vixen managed to get back to the front of the estate. He Gave a sigh stretching his arms into the air and hearing the cracking and popping of waking bones. With a heavy breath Vixen began to jog. His grimoire ripping from his side as a faint green glow emitted from it and Vixens body. His body kept a steady pace as he passed numerous windows. The view of a silk shirt, and green haired Ravencrest met many helps eyes as the boys body shuttered with excitement.

He'd never ran around such a large track before. He underestimated the strain that trying to run around the entire estate after a year of constant fatigue would cause. His body aches and slowed after he managed to get half way around. He was going off pure strength alone at that point. He quickly stopped. The aura emitted from his body dampening and diminishing. He was nearing the point of which his body would give in without the support of mana. He quickly took a seat leaning against the estate. After comfortably sitting the man released his aura catching his grimoire as it fell. He gave a deep breath as the mana ceased assisting his body. He felt heavy, and he realized the burn out was in full affect.

He slowly moved from sitting to laying down, and now a foot from the estate. He rolled to his stomach as his hands pressed to the sides of his chest. His muscles flexed as he began doing push ups. While his legs felt like they were on fire he endured it. It was nothing he hadn't felt before, however his arms needed more stimulation. His arms pushed and retracted his body towards the grassy surface. This was something so common for Vixen he had no issues pushing out a hundred, however as he tried for the hundred and first repetition his knees buckled.

As soon as his knees hit the dirt he gave a huff of defeat dropping to his stomach. "Damn it" Vixen cussed as he let the cool grass press against his skin. Vixen rolled himself to his back with a weakened breath. He'd failed to pass a hundred after the lap around the estate which meant he'd have to undergo another punishment. Even without his master being their Vixen was true to his teachings. It's what separated him from others. He wanted to train until every muscle in his body was sore with exhaustion.

With the thoughts out of the way Vixen began to curl his body towards his now bent knees. His arms crossed on his chest as he completed fifty sit ups his back fell flat onto the ground. "I can't stop" Vixen huffed before his eyes met with the star filled sky. "Ha I failed" Vixen said extending his hand to the sky blocking out the now half rotated moon. Vixen knew he'd taken too long on his training, however his body ached, and all he wanted to do was rest. Quickly he moved to one of the windows ushering the help open it. It wasn't a noble way of entering the estate, however Vixen managed to crawl through on of the windows falling flat on the floor. The help were kind as they assisted Vixen lifting him from the ground and escorting him to his room.

When Vixen entered he could finally walk alone slowly limping towards the shower. As soon as he finished showering the man dressed and got into bed. "I'll do better tomorrow" Vixen said turning his gaze towards the pickaxe and noticing a note under it. He was too weak at that point, and quickly his fatigue took over, and his eyelids slammed shut with of sign of opening.



As Vixen stirred from his slumber his eyes slowly raised, His body slightly sore as his eyes gaze from side to side. On his right he noticed a meal sitting with a cup of water sitting upon a night stand. The young mage hadn't ate since yesterday, and quickly his body urged him to devour the breakfast within minutes. Vixen finished his plate, and sat it back on the night stand. It had been a while since he had such a good dish, and his stomach grumbled with satisfaction as he slowly began to stand. Vixen stretched off the drowsiness he felt as he remembered the note.

Vixen slowly moved towards the pick, and lifted it from the shelf. It had been years since he'd held one, and it was rather nostalgic for him. At first he remembered the moments of annoyance he had, and resolved that they were actually moments he could finally enjoy having participated in. His hands let the steel of the pick his the floor as he grabbed the note and unfolded it.

"Dear Vixen,
I understand that you aren't like us, however should you ever want to. There is a mine located in Carrion. You're not allowed to keep the materials for yourself as the materials are for the betterment of Carrion. That being said I figured I'd still offer as it's another type of training you've probably yet to do."

Vixen gave a faint smile folding the letter and putting it back on the shelf. He looked towards the pick and quickly picked it up. His body was a bit too sore for his current regiment, and he knew if he tried today he might just end up collapsing on his next run. Instead Vixen opted into his fathers suggested training. He slowly made his way out, and requested the area from the help. The well literate help easily gave the young mage proper direction of the mine. It was a long trip, however the help managed to get Vixen a carriage to the entrance of the mine.

It was a slow day it appeared as very few miners entered. Vixen followed, and after weaving and ducking through the tight halls Vixen eventually came to a path someone had created. It ended with a dead end, however where they stopped Vixen would begin. He lifted the pick into the air, and with a mighty swing let the tip slam and stab into the stone in front of himself. The movement was familiar to Vixen as he tugged back sending portions of rocks to his feet. His training was different from others, however a experienced miner could most likely still keep up with Vixen's pace.

After a few hours inside the mine Vixen resurfaced at the mouth of it. His body covered with dust from the crumbling stone mixed with sweat. His father was right. His shoulders and back were on fire, however not as much as the day before. Vixen slowly approached and entered the carriage that had waited for him. "Sorry for the mess" Vixen apologized as the dust coated the seat. The help didn't seem to mention it, however they did speak "I've never personally seen a Ravencrest in the mine" The help said with an admirable tone. "I'm... A bit of an oddity" Vixen stated simply. It wasn't like him to boast about being better than other nobles, but he felt that the people loyal to the Ravencrest deserved an answer.

The help simply nodded, and the venture back to the estate lasted until night fell once more. After they arrived Vixen stepped out quickly. Taking his pick in hand as he returned to his room. He noticed the dish he'd left was gone, and he couldn't help but scold himself. "I should've taken care of that myself" Vixen muttered placing the pick on the shelf once again. "I need to rest. I'll skip dinner tonight too" Vixen muttered falling face first onto the bed. "Tomorrow I'll head into the family library, and hopefully learn more about Carrion" Vixen told himself closing his eyes. He quickly fell into a deep sleep unsure what the next day would bring.