dedicated to violets

Ignace stands by the fountain of the Fountain of Urd.

His long golden hair has long since turned white as snow, and his old face is full of wrinkles.

Fountain of Urd.

A mysterious spring that allows people to see the past.

After the twilight of the gods, he inherited part of the power of the goddess of fate. He can see the past and the future, but he is helpless.He knew he was going to die, but he wasn't sentimental.

Death does not mean annihilation, he can exist in this world in another way.

He left his divine thoughts in different places to guide future people to accomplish the established goals.Now they are all sleeping, and they will not wake up until the fateful node.

That divine sense only retains the memory at that time, and the experience after waking up will not communicate with each other, and the time it will remain in the world will not be too long, and it will disappear completely after completing the mission.

Standing by the clear water, Ignas suddenly had a bold idea.

He wants to visit the future.

Traveling across time to the future may be a fantasy for ordinary magicians.For him, it was easy, but he needed to pay some price.But he was dying, and he was not afraid of any punishment, backlash or price.

He waded into the icy water with bare feet, and there were smooth stones under his feet. His heart moved and he went upstream.

White mist shrouded the forest, and the beautiful scenery like emeralds could be vaguely seen.In the silent forest, there were only the rushing sounds he made when he walked in the water, and the subtle and almost imperceptible sound of running water.

The mist surged behind him, as if he was reluctant to leave him.

The sound of gurgling water gradually became clearer, and the long snow-white hair gradually turned golden in the dense mist.The old face gradually became younger, the slightly rickety back became straight, and the beard that fell to the ground turned into nothingness.

The young and handsome Ignace stood in the middle of the flowing water, feeling something in his heart, looked up, and bumped into a pair of purple eyes.

That person's eyes, with a magnificent color like violets, are soul-stirring.

The world outside the white mist is dim and hazy, only his long hair in front of him is as bright as moonlight.

Ignas was in a rare daze, his eyes pierced through the fog, and he met the young man with the same appearance as him.

The young man with silver hair and purple eyes looked at him, separated by the rising water vapor, like two ends of a mirror.

A few birdsong came from the silent forest, as distant as a dream.

Ignas had a faint guess in his heart, he looked at the young man silently, and did not speak.

He was waiting, waiting for the young man to speak.

Sure enough, after about a few minutes, the young man called out in a low voice, "Father."

The young man's tone was vacillating, and he seemed unable to make an accurate decision.He is probing.

The big stone in his heart fell to the ground, his guess was right, Ignas raised the corner of his mouth, and replied in a drawn-out voice: "So you will grow up like this—"

"You gave me your face and name, and I will naturally grow up like this," said the young man. "Father, why are you here?"

Ignas jokingly asked, "Are you questioning me?"

"Of course not," the young man said with a relaxed tone and a calm posture, "I'm just curious. I didn't expect to meet you in Fryer Forest. I just came out to hunt. I didn't expect to have unexpected surprises."

Ignas raised his eyebrows: "Hunting?"

The young man said, "Yes, father, would you be interested in seeing my home?"

"Your home?" Ignas suddenly noticed something, and asked keenly, "Do you have a lover?"

The young man said calmly, "Of course."

Immediately, Igna became interested, and said eagerly, "Then I have to go and have a look."

They forded streams, followed winding paths, through deep and peaceful forests, and came to the edge of the woods.Stepping on the low hill, Ignas stopped and looked at the magnificent scenery in front of him.

Under their feet is the boundless sea of ​​flowers, and the flowers are swaying in the wind.He smelled the rich fragrance of flowers, which could almost overwhelm people.

There are several houses standing in the sea of ​​flowers, not too big, but very warm.

In the yard in front of the house, there was a figure shaking, busy, drying something.After walking out of the forest, the fog disappeared without a trace, and the dazzling sunlight pierced through the thick shade. Ignas built a pergola with one hand, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect you to plant so many of your kind."

The young man said helplessly, "Father, although my body looks like a flower, I am not a flower."

"Anyway, you are all called Violet, so don't pay too much attention to these trivial details." Ignas said boldly.

youth:"……"

He sighed helplessly.

The sea of ​​violet flowers under the glow was as wonderful as a dream. The young man and Ignas stood side by side, and the breeze blew over the hills, through the flower fields, and on their cheeks.

After a long silence, the sky suddenly became overcast, and the sun was surrounded by clouds all over the sky.Hearing the sound of insects chirping from the grass, the young man suddenly remembered something.

He slowly turned his head and looked to his side.

There was no one there, only the rising fog remained.

Ignas returned to the time point where he was, and he looked down at the reflection in the water, an old man with white hair.

"Can it only last for such a short period of time?" Ignas wondered, "Being careful everywhere really has a great impact on my strength." If it were before, he could at least stay for a few more days, instead of only being able to stay for a few days like now. Persist for half an hour.

It's incredible.

His ignorant scepter turned into a tall and handsome young man, with a natural expression and smooth speech, without any jerky.He even has a lover.

Ignas smiled lowly, which meant that everything he paid now was worth it.

He is about to die, and he will live forever.

He stepped on the stairs among the clouds and looked down at the majestic Asgard.The World Tree is right under his feet. This place used to be the residence of the gods, and it will also become the tomb of the gods.

At that moment, he thought a lot. For a while, it was Yuli's bright smile, and for a while, it was Alfred's raised wine glass.Or the violets blooming outside the fortress, or the sun setting on the horizon.

He loves Yuli, his ignorant scepter, Alfred, all races, and even every plant and tree on the earth.

This world is beautiful, and he doesn't want to leave so easily.

He will stay in this world in another form.

forever.

Ignace closed his eyes.

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