dedicated to violets

Wind leopards can only move in the misty forest, so why did they appear in Fryer forest for no reason?

More than 30 years ago, the Fryer Forest was always peaceful, only gentle animals moved around, and the ferocious animals were almost extinct.Townspeople often go into the forest to pick mushrooms, prey on rabbits, and even let children play in the forest without worry.

He still remembers that the forest in the past was always bright, with a slight emerald color, like a layer of bright gauze, with sunlight shining.

It was a beautiful scenery completely different from the current forest.

From the moment he entered the forest, he had stepped into a man-made trap.

The illusion magic circle covering the forest, the wind leopard that shouldn't be here, and the "undead" hiding in the dark, watching his every move.

The snowy owl hooted more and more terribly, and Viri ran towards the light, and the wind passed by his side, guiding him in the direction.The predators around were about to move, and he could feel countless malicious eyes gathering on him.

The flesh and blood of living people lures more and more unknown creatures to approach here.

The rustling and moving sound became louder and louder, and the inside of the dimension was like golden paper. I am afraid that the magic circle not only covered the forest, but the entire town of Fryer was within the range of the magic circle.He didn't enter the illusion the moment he walked into the forest, but he fell into the trap when he came to Fryer.

What he saw and heard along the way swirled in his mind like a revolving lantern.

The withered and blooming pansies, the arse-colored sky, the gorgeous clouds, and the familiar house...

Those immature graffiti are clearly his handwriting.

On a sunny afternoon, he stood on tiptoe, stepped on a high ladder, raised his hand with difficulty, and carried out his creation on the wall.The flowers he saw and the people he knew all flowed from the brush and fell on the clean wall.

For this reason, he was severely taught by the Haydn couple.

The warm and happy memories of the past played back in his mind, and Viri's clear eyes gradually became lax, and he stared straight ahead, but nothing could be reflected in his eyes.His azure blue eyes were dimmed and lost their spirit.

"Veri, Vili, wake up." The voice calling his name gradually became louder, and Vili woke up sleepily, just in time to see Ignas standing by his bed, patting his face with his palm .

Willie wiped his eyes with his arm and yawned, "How long have I been asleep, Ig?"

"One hour," Ignas propped his face, his silver hair poured down like moonlight, sliding over his shoulders, "Don't you want to draw?"

"Yes, I want to paint—" Viri murmured back.

There are colorful crayons in the bedside cabinet, the pens are very thick, it doesn't look like painting on paper.

Ignas picked up the crayon, walked quickly to the door, turned around and said with a smile, "I'll wait for you, get dressed quickly."

"Okay." Willie replied obediently.

He put on his shirt and shorts slowly, but he always felt that something was wrong.He didn't really want to paint, but he really wanted him to say what he wanted to do, but he couldn't think of it.

Ignace had moved the ladder to the wall and called to him, "Veri, come down." Behind him, the wall was white, waiting to be painted.

"Okay!" Ignas called him, and Willi didn't think much of it, and ran down the stairs in a hurry with his little leather shoes on.

In the forest, the snowy owl's cry is so sharp that it can almost pierce a person's eardrum.

The steps began to be heavy, and his legs seemed to be filled with lead. Every step he took took a lot of energy from Viri.He moved slowly, and finally stopped.

The greedy gazes of the monsters lingered on Viri, and the snowy owl flapped its wings frantically, hung in mid-air, and pecked at his arms and chest vigorously, trying to wake him up from the illusion.

In the dream, Viri stepped on the chair, and there was a strange falcon's call in his ears, which was so sharp that it made the eardrums tremble.He lowered his head in doubt, and looked at Ignas who was helping him hold the ladder: "Did you hear the birds?"

"What bird's name?" Ignas asked suspiciously.

The surrounding flower fields are full of beautiful pansies, like purple butterflies, stopping at the tips, and they sway gently in the spring breeze.The afternoon sun was warm but not scorching, but Wei Li felt a little cold in the warm sun.

Holding the paintbrush, he said in a daze, "But I did hear a bird chirping."

"Is it a white bird?" Ignas suddenly said, "It has golden eyes and a funny expression."

Viri was stunned, not understanding Ignas' sudden change of tone.He was always gentle and spoke slowly, but he couldn't escape the cheerful, uplifting tone of a child.

But now his tone is no different from those of adults.

Wei Li's mind was blank, and he subconsciously replied: "Yes."

"Viri," Ignas said, returning to his lilting tone, "what are you drawing?"

A large piece of purple flowers occupies the entire wall, the cross-like petals are stretched out, and the stamens are lightly released.They are close together, lifelike, as if they can come to life at any time.

Viri looked at these exquisite violets and was speechless.

"What did you draw?" Ignas asked again.

"Violets," said Willie involuntarily, "I painted single-petalled violets."

"It's beautiful," Ignace smiled, eyes squinting, "Why did you draw a single-petaled violet?"

Viri lowered his head, and the words were on the tip of his tongue. As soon as Ignas finished speaking, they ran out uncontrollably: "Because its color is the same as your eyes."

This sketch of violets is just a touch away from completion.A few strokes outline the shape of the flower, and the green leaves are surrounded by deep and light purple, which is too beautiful to behold.

From a distance, only a snow-white flower looks out of place.

It is the only violet that has no color.

"Then I'll finish it off," Willie said.

"I want to finish it with you," Ignace said, "OK?"

"it is good."

The last violet was just under the wall, and it was easy to reach by standing on tiptoe, no need for a ladder.

"After painting this painting, you should go." Ignas said suddenly.

Viri stopped his movements and turned to look at him, mist filled his eyes.

"I don't want to go," he said.

Ignas was still coloring, his voice was clear: "Veri, don't be willful."

"I don't want to go." Viri repeated stubbornly, he raised his head stubbornly, and outlined the profile of Ignas with his eyes.With a high nose bridge and a clean jaw line, he is obviously a handsome young man, but he can already see his handsome outline in the future.

"Why don't you want to go?"

"Without you." Viri's voice was clearly crying, and the fragility hidden in it made people feel distressed. "The outside world is without you."

The last violet was about to be finished, and Ignas finally put down his hand holding the paintbrush.

He looked at the single violet and said softly, "I'm always by your side."

"What?" Willie looked up with tears in his eyes.

Ignas stared into his eyes and said word by word: "I have always been by your side."

"Wake up, Willie."

The snowy owl was hoarse, and the beak was full of blood. It yelled for too long, and even started coughing up blood.

Viri, who had been stagnant for a moment, finally moved. He bit the tip of his tongue to keep himself awake, and finally there was light in his empty eyes.

He struggled to move his legs, and there was a flash of light under his feet.If he could look down, he would find that it was the lines of the magic circle.

When Viri completely got rid of the control of the illusion and was able to control his body freely, the snowy owl was exhausted and didn't even have the strength to flap its wings.Before Willi could react, the snowy owl fell straight from the sky and fell into the wild grass.

Viri gritted his teeth, and the eyes of the monsters around him couldn't stop lingering.

He hasn't attacked yet, just because he is afraid of the power he showed when he killed the wind leopard earlier.

At the slightest sign of weakness, these predators will strike without hesitation.

Viri took a deep breath, raised his hand again, and the lightning-wrapped long sword returned to Vili's hand.

The ferocious thunder and lightning spread around, dancing like snakes, and the white and purple lightning illuminated the surrounding area for several meters. The monsters lurking in the darkness had nowhere to hide and were forced to reveal their whereabouts.

boom -

In the dazzling light, he saw a familiar tombstone.

It has been decayed for too long, and the crooked letters on it can be vaguely seen.

Viri's heart was beating wildly, he was almost kneeling on the ground, the rotten tombstone was entwined with withered vines.He carefully pushed aside the hanging vines and saw the mottled writing on them.

Ignace Stocker.

He found Ignace's tomb by accident.

Viri picked up the unconscious snowy owl in the weeds, its snow-white feathers were dyed a shocking red by blood.

Under these weeds is the skeleton of Ignas.

He hugged the snowy owl and burst into tears.

In 30 years, enough saplings grow into towering trees.After the curse ceased, he buried Ignas at the edge of Fryer Forest, where he and Ignas first met.Now, time flies, so many tall trees have grown beside this small tomb.

After a long time, he is no longer the innocent boy he used to be.

Ignas in the tomb is still 30 years old.

Viri dug open the dry and cracked soil and saw a scorched black bone. He was overjoyed and quickly dug up the surrounding soil together so that the skeleton buried for 30 years could be seen again.

It was obviously a terrifying skeleton, but Viri didn't think it was scary at all.

He stroked the bones lightly, as if he was afraid of disturbing the long sleep of the dead.Ignace was beside him, and the realization had never been so clear.

He held the violin in his arms and lay beside Ignace's skeleton.

He babbled and said: "The violin was broken once, and I asked someone to repair it. Originally, the body of the violin should be silver. After repairing, it was painted with a new color and it became the color of amber. I don't know if you would like it." Angry, I have actually protected it very well..."

The surroundings are full of dangers, and there are mysterious people spying in the dark, but Viri is not afraid at all, even if he dies here now, he is willing.

The monsters were about to move, but they didn't dare to attack, as if they were afraid of something.

He traveled long distances, took a short break in the middle, and then encountered illusion magic circles, wind leopards, and monsters hidden in the forest. The long saw-saw exhausted all his energy.He has been holding on, but in order to find the resting place of Ignas.

He actually didn't want to know who the Snowy Owl's owner was.Handwriting can be imitated, and there are many mages in the world who are keen on pranks, and imitating Ignace's writing couldn't be easier.

That weird letter just gave him a reason to convince himself.

A reason that would allow him to leave the capital, return to his hometown, stay, and stay with Ignas forever from now on.

Today, Ignace's grave is beside him.

He got his wish.

"Ignace," Willie said a lot and thought a lot, but in the end, all the fiery and surging emotions were sealed in three simple words, "I miss you."

Since the death of Ignace, the heartstrings that had been tense suddenly loosened, and Viri curled up, lying beside the bones, tears pouring out in large quantities, dripping wet the dry and cracked soil.

He closed his eyes tiredly and fell into a deep sleep.

The fog rises from the deep forest and passes through the gaps between the trees. The world in the fog is full of strange things. The tall trees disappear like sand, and the sky covered by the treetops reveals its true face.There was a rustling sound under the soil, and countless seeds germinated, twirled, and grew at the same time, and then opened one by one.

In the blink of an eye, except around the tomb of Ignace, the rest of the area has turned into a beautiful sea of ​​flowers.

A man in a cloak came out of the thick fog, and the flower fields parted silently, leaving a path for him.

The man was tall, with a flat chest and broad shoulders, with a little fiery red hair peeking out from under the cloak. He was undoubtedly a man.

He crossed the sea of ​​flowers and walked towards the grave.

When he was still a few meters away from the cemetery, he was blocked.

A wave-like barrier is looming.

The man snorted coldly, and raised his hand to destroy the fragile barrier.A round of dazzling sun disc condensed above the tomb, and the power to destroy the world is contained in this small light group, like a pocket sun.

If Viri is awake, he can recognize this spell as the forbidden spell that destroyed Fryer - the sun god.

A spell named directly after a god.

The little sun fell on the barrier, melting it silently. The "sun" was as light as a feather, and continued to fall, and the temperature rose rapidly wherever it went, Viri's clothes were already ignited, and sparks began to spread.

The man bent down and stretched his palms towards the piano case.

A dancing flame appeared on Viri's sleeve.

At this moment, the man's wrist was tightly grasped, and he looked up that hand in astonishment.

The owner of the hand is a handsome young man with silver hair and purple eyes. His long hair looks like moonlight pouring down, and the color of his eyes is exactly the same as that of violets.

"It's the behavior of a thief to touch things casually without permission." The young man said slowly, "What's more, you are so rude."

He waved his hand lightly, and the cursed Sun God fell into his palm.The ball of light swirled around, as docile as a toy ball.

But the man could no longer care about the forbidden spell of defection, he opened his eyes wide in fear, his pupils reflected the handsome appearance of a young man, and his face hidden under the cloak was full of fear.

"You, you are—" He called out the young man's name in horror, "Ignas!"

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