ScarletCavaliere

The seaside town of Bodhum was preparing for its annual fireworks festival in a few days. The Guardian Corps were overseeing the large influx of visitors, ensuring no one unauthorized entered with weapons and guiding any first-time visitors. Helping advise people around was you, a sergeant in the Guardian Corps, as you helped oversee the flow of human bodies while also helping where needed. Seeing that the flow of people was starting to die down, you took this opportunity to excuse yourself from the chaos, ordered others to do so, walked over to a nearby unoccupied bench, and sat down. “A lot more people than last year, sarge?” One of your soldiers asked you. “Maybe…” You answered honestly. Not like you were expected to keep a headcount anyway. “Feels just as hectic, though.” You took a sip from your water bottle as the sun beat down on you. You took off your hat to let the top of your head breathe a little from all the heat trapped within as you seemed to lean as far back as you

Wolfkrone, a small kingdom bordering the French and Holy Roman Empires on the Rhine. It was also one of the first nations to feel the effects of the Evil Seed and the terrifying power of Soul Edge. At first, Wolfkrone's army could stand against the Malfested, as they were nothing more than mindless beasts. However, in their long-standing war, the Malfested had grown a lot smarter. Attacking convoys carrying supplies into Wolfkrone, laying traps for patrols, and ambush strategies, there was suddenly someone giving them orders and Crown Princess Hildegard von Krone was trying to find out who. Unaware of its troubles was Y/n L/n, a knight belonging to one of the royal families of Wolfkrone. He traveled outside of Wolfkrone's walls to learn how other people fight in different nations, to polish up his art of war. Strapped to his horse was, other than a bedroll and parts of his armor, was his longsword; Lohengrin. Unique to Lohengrin was its ability to magically produce flames, though

Something Ends, Something Begins Sunlight peered through the windows of a bedroom, that looked like it had its contents hastily thrown in. Clothes and unzipped bags containing even more were strewn about the carpeted floor like they were tossed there, shirts were hastily hung in the closet, and pants were resting against the bedframe of a California king bed. One half of the bed's blankets were all wrinkled up, like someone had just gotten out of bed, while the other half was currently used by the formerly immortal Knight of the Draconian, Y/n. As the sunlight hit his eyes enough to just annoy him, his eyelids opened up to reveal his tired, (e/c) eyes. Stepping out of bed and into the nearby bathroom for a shower, he was dressed in a black tee with denim jeans as he made his way towards the kitchen where the sound of Saturday morning cartoons can be heard along with the sound of metal spoons hitting against the porcelain bowl, followed by the sound of slurped up milk and crunching.