5 Prelude : Strings of Fate
The warm sunlight made its way through the layer of curtains, gracing a young woman its warmth. The young woman comfortably squinted her eyes as she sat up on her bed, stretching her hands. She stood up and went to the windows, parting the curtains. A beautiful scenery come into her sight, yet despite the beautiful and warm day, she felt strangely estranged. It have been few years since her brother left. They belong to the noble Baroque family possessing beauty and wisdom, just like the eternal beauty and love of Violet and yet in the face of the Paxley Household, they has to be humbled in front of the household that dominates the magic world. Seemingly putting the sword art lower than magical arts.
"If only I had freedom." Guinevere muttered under her breath as she turns away from the sight.
That same morning, the fourth son of the Paxley family have just finished reading a book entitled "Light Magic at Its Finesse" and "Art of Sword and Light". He, a hot-blooded youth, is very determined to prove his stubborn family elders wrong and rebelled against their wishes at every opportunity. Every dawn break, he would already be up and use his control over light to imbue himself with the speed to run laps of the family estate in mere minutes, and to enchant old ceremonial swords with powerful light energy. Its all to break the mold of the old thinking that the way of swords are the way of fools.
"Magic lies in the mind. But my blade follows my heart." Gusion brandished his swords as he readied himself in the upcoming rite of passage into adulthood.
As the assailants approached the Vance household, the young woman took up her father's black long rifle and fulfilled her late father's mission, to ensure the safety of the Vance household. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she fired shot after shot, each one taking down an assassin. The final tear came as the final shot took down the last of the rival family's men. She then put the young heir in her embrace, whispering that everything will be alright. The heir, Harley was a natural troublemaker, who used his talents in magic to cause trouble for the Vance household, but Harley's troublemaker's streak was the last part of warmth within her conscience. After hear in about how Harley had traveled to the dangerous Land of Dawn, the woman followed along with her trusty heirloom rifle.
"I am neither the hungry wolf... nor the sacrificial lamb." Lesley said as she grasped her rifle as she leave in search of her little brother.
Three Persons. Three Households. Three lives. They marched towards their goals, unknown of their fate that lies ahead of their journey. The fates entangled in a single love. Who would persists in this cruel game of love and war?
