AU: Forgiving The Past
It was a sunny, peaceful day in the Land of Isvan and Lyon and Ultear were playing under the sun outside, waiting for Ur to come back from grocery shopping. The children were running gleefully, basking in the feeling the sunrays left in their skin, since their homeland didn’t have many days as these. “Lyon, wait!” yelled the petite purple haired girl, running after her mother’s pupil, whom she had come to view as some sort of brother. Her attention was diverged, however, when she saw her mother coming back from afar. “Mother!” Ultear exclaimed, hurrying her little legs towards the figure of Ur.
“Ultear, Lyon,” started the full-grown mage. “Grab your coats, we’re going on a small trip.” she then proceeded to urge her children—she liked to think of Lyon as her son, not only her pupil—towards the cabin where they were currently living, and quickly grabbing essential stuff for a two or three days journey, she took both kids and the three of them made their way to the nearest train station.
“Ur, where are we going?” Lyon, the white-haired boy that Ur had taken into her care, asked. “There’s been an attack in a village up in the north. Deliora was the culprit…” her voice faded out as a frown formed upon her face, thinking of the things she’d heard in town a few hours ago. “We’re going to look for survivors, see if we can help.”
Not a long time later, the three of them were jumping off the train and heading into the destructed village, which was still in flames, the destruction left behind by Deliora something that Ur could barely stand to see. “Don’t go too far away from me. Pay attention to your surroundings and let me know if you see someone who’s still alive” she talked to the kids, and started to walk further in the ruins of what was once a beautiful village.
Ultear decided to take a turn to the left and with an expression which was a mixture of sadness and fear on her face, looked everywhere around her, looking for signs of life. Her petite legs fought to keep her balance, the material of the destroyed houses creaking underneath her feet with each step she took. After several minutes wandering around finding no survivors whatsoever, her ears caught the faint sound of someone crying, and hurrying her pace she found the source of the sound.
“Ah!” she gasped, and quickly turning away from the boy she called for her mother, “Mom! I found someone, come, hurry!”
Ur arrived in the scene mere seconds later, and the sight of the broken child in front of her nearly made her lost her balance, poor boy, she thought. The mage let out a tiny gasp when she watched as the kid passed out, and hurried to his side, grabbing one of his wrists to feel his pulse. “Thank god, he just fainted” she whispered, “Ultear, look in the backpack we brought and hand me one of the coats, please.”
After taking care of warming the boy’s body and cleaning his injuries as best as they could, and looking in vain for more survivors, the three of them—four now—found themselves on the train back to the Land of Isvan. “Is he going to live with us now?” Lyon spoke, watching the unconscious form of the black-haired boy in Ur’s arms. “Yes, he is,” she started, “and I hope the three of you will get along.”
“I’m sure we will!” Ultear said excitedly, as she watched the boy in her mother’s arms curiously, and her eyes opened up and her face adopted a surprised expression when the boy started to twitch, his consciousness coming back to him.
