Post by ☾☾ Aniu ☾☾ on Apr 16, 2015 3:10:50 GMT
The Great King Leonidas was born in T-1609 as Full demon family in the land of Antebellum. In this time The land was ruled as one, no one land greater then the other. Little is known of his childhood.
There was a war that broke out in the year T-1626, between the Mafisco Rebels, The original military army of Antebellum and the citizens.. They had wished to take control over the Lands. Dividing them as place of segregation. They wished to pull the rich away from the poor, the criminals away from the citizens. The Military would begin to Force the poor and the criminals, the murderers and the insane into a barren land. This would cast a great shadow over the barren land, causing darkness to arise. The people forced into this land would be beaten, starved and forced into the cruel confines of an uncertain but painful death. Their souls would be forced to stay in the lands. The land would be heavily gaurded by two hundred Mafisco soldiers, intent on keeping the lands of Antebellum pure and separate from that of the newly formed Shadowlands.
The Young lad , Leonidas, at the age of 17 would see the great sorrow of the land, the lost souls crying out to him and his family for retribution. He, having been trained by the Leader of Mafisco, Cassio (Dragonic for Castiel,)as to become his second in command, would rise above The soldiers and head towards the Mafisco military base. He while on his way to the base would use his great bastard sword to cut down several of the soldiers who would cross his path. There would be an almost showdown between him and his trainer and leader, Cassio. Cassio reveals to Leonidas that he is Leonidas's real father. Cassio had given Leonidas to a family across the land of Antebellum so that Leonidas would be raised up in a normal somewhat life. Cassio Reveals to him that he wishes no harm and that he was mutinied against by his own army. Leonidas, would take it upon himself to journey into the shadow lands, against his father's wishes, to seek council of the fallen spirits.
Leonidas traveled far to the south west corner of the continent. he had to slip pass the soldiers that guarded the gates of the shadowlands, which had proved rather difficult as he would have had to first infuse himself with a medicinal herb that would have granted himself a sceent covering lockshield. This lockshield would also mask his aura and cancel some of his powers long enough to not be sensed as he would cross the border through the treeline along the coast of the O'niley Ocean. He ventured deep into barren land of the shadows, careful to avoid the black figures that would seemingly surround his location as they would float across the land. Reaching a somewhat dilapadated building he saw what would appear to have been the elder of Antebellum who had died during the starvation. The elder's great spirit looked sullen , very sorrowful as it looked at him with black sockets for eyes. As the elder's spirit would talk to him through the mental telepathy of the shadow realm , he would fully understand what had really happened. His father, Cassio had ordered the attack on the lands of Antebellum, locking at least one fourth of the most powerful elemental users in an old building that would stand in a long forgotten desolate pasture surrounded by acres of trees. This place had been Called LaKira, from the extinct imps that would have inhabited the forest centuries ago. Cassio had also ordered the lower classes being slaughtered in what was now formed as the shadowlands, as to create a nexus of ultimate power for The Champion of Mafisco to draw from and kill anyone who opposed the empire that Cassio and Mordecai would attempt to create. Leonidas was shocked that, his new found father, his leader, would have commited such a heinous crime.
He rushed back to The Mafisco Training ground, sword in hand as he would cut down the enemies, with no mercy. A searing rage would consume him as his powers grew a bit unstable. He reached the base quickly as his father , Lord Cassio would come out of the front door, his armour stripped and a smirk on his face. Leonidas raised a sword towards his father, ready for the final training session, the final battle will decide if the student would finally surpass the master. He had been awaiting this day for so long. He just wished it would be under different circumstances. He never wished his leader, now revealed as his father any harm. He knew that killing Cassio would be the only way to stop the senseless fighting and war.
Leonidas had never been able to be so horribly angry with Cassio than in this moment, the revelations had come to past. It was distgusting and fundamentally so it really should occur to Cassio of all people as to why. Leonidas had always wanted to be thought of as an equal to his leader, revealed father. Both was attractive, wealthy, intelligent, male and free. Everything he wanted rested at his fingertips, he never had to do so much as move to reach his goals. It was always about strategy. But the father, Cassio, didn't care one bit about what Leonidas was born as, or what he had wanted and it showed boldly the first time they had ever sparred. In far out retrospect, Leonidas was properly not as trained with his weapon as what Cassio was. He supposed it was due to never being taught near as much as what Cassio was trained, probably for an instance like this. The student was never to rise above the master. His father's sword glinted in the moonlight before clattering against Leonidas's own sword. Leonidas migh have panicked if he was anyone else because of the velocity and power of the sword and it's master he had faced. This fight, he never really knew what would happen in his wildest dreams, only that the swords was still their main weapons as they always had been. it was time to become one with his sword. he would not lose, and if he did, he wouldn't go down without a fight. This land, he was sworn to protect and he would do it until his death. There was blood dripping from both of them after several swings, barely grazing eachother , even though their intentions was to kill, their swords played as almost a blockade in their game of death. Only one man would walk out of this fight, and he prayed to the gods it would be him. He swung his sword with finesse. Maybe it was for the sickminded to have joined the career as to witness the power of such a simple weapon, that it could take the life of such a living being. Swords that smacked each opponent around like a cat with yarn and crushed his bones and made the trees and grass reverberate with bellows of pain. even in hands not trained to hold it, it could do this much. It could make blood run like water, down the handle and up the forearm of his opponent, his father. Cassio requested Leonidas to put away the sword but Leonidas refused, there was to much at stake, if he was to sheathe his weapon now then his father would win and the towns and village folk would be slaughtered. He knew his father had once had good intentions. He wandered when the morals had gone corrupt. He swung his sword once more, it clashing with his father's katana. Under the pressure of the blow, the bastard sword had split, it's pointed side acting as though it were a boomerang and would hit Cassio across the throat before it would fly back towards, Leonidas's who would duck to dodge it. The man who stood before Leonidas, who had trained him well, would have blood gushing from his main arteries as he would crumble to the ground in a bloody pool. Leonidas would quickly take his father's sword. It was a blade from somewhwere far away, it's hilt somewhat differentriated from Leonidas's now broken sword. The sword, had a symbol of the scorpion on it's hilt, the tail of the venomous creature circling around the braided fabric on the hilt. He hated the art, for awhile after that. Blaming his youth and naivety, that if it were not for him not being well trained and disciplined he would have died, but this skill, the art of the sword had killed the only man who he had sought the approval of. His father. But no matter how he hated it, he trained with it with the desire to dominate it like some sort of beast that honed finess and prowess. His father, he had held his own for years, was beaten down mercilessly , cut up and slashed throug the neck easily because he had grown over confident and his morals corrupt. Cassio hadn't stayed calm. The only reason Leonidas survived was because of the breaking of his sword. Leonidas wished that would not have been the reason for his father's demise, that he would have went down more honorably. Even before he healed , he turned on his heel to go back towards the shadowlands, sore and generally uncomfortable on the road before dawn, searching for the soldiers that stood loyal to Cassio because he knew his time had come to take down the army, but first he would need the allies of the continent. This would be the thing that would lead to the upcoming battle. Leonidas was born with nothing bu his magic and his parents. Now both of his parents were dead. He was un for sure of the real details to his past now, based on what the elder and his father had told him as he only ever cared about what he could change. He knew he could change this war, before it would become even more blood felt with the lives of the innocent. He would not let anyone else lose their lives due to his father and his ways.
The Official Start of the war occured on rygat sjach 45th. After Constructing two of the most powerful armies known to the kingdom, both armies were loaded with demons and beings significantly stronger then most warriors at the time, and they laid siege unexpectedly on the Shadowland border. The majority of the trapped beings were evacuated, but based on the sheer amount of force even the small group of demons managed to exert, war was raged against the mafisco soldiers within the week. Thus the Second army, Formed of the Dragonians was called into action, and the elite band of Dragon Rose quickly became idolized by most civilians, who were besieged by a sudden wave of inexplicably powerful creatures.
A messenger would race to Leonidas, informing him that three attacks of the four was successful when asked of the fourth attack, the messenger informed him that there was some insubordination, to the point the group had been killed. The commander of the mission was also dead. Leonidas tilted his head downwards saddened by his fallen comrads but he was glad that they was not put through a drawn out torture. After the moment of silence passed, the messenger left. Leonidas turned around when his friend from his childhood, Thaddius looked him in the eyes, he had heard the exchange, so Leonidas recognized. Thaddius attained a somewhat concerned expression, and stared down at the floor. Leonidas frowned as he informed Thaddius that this would be the fifth case of insurburdination thus far. It was becoming more comman and they was losing alot of forces for it. When Thaddius mentioned the fact that they would have to add in a failsafe. Leonidas would growl slightly angered by the though, they was living creatures also. Thadius mentioned how the failsafe was tools. While still alive, but they live to serve a purpose If the army could control them more controllable, they may be all that is required. The Failsafe was more easily controllable, he knew this. How was it even possible? of course this ended up manifesting in a certain frequency that would basically mind-control some of the more powerful demons, although it had the effect of fatigue on it's user. The Failsafe, was less effective when used repetitively, he had learned this from Cassio.
Four days later, a young boy would run into the camp that Leonidas and his troops would be staying at and throw himself towards Leonidas.. he begged for help as the the Mafisco soldiers had invaded and started uncontrollable fires, that have spread across the continent. Leonidas called for his troops to rush to the boys hometowns aid. When they reached the sight, it was sorrowful, the forest and the mountains had all caught fire . All thought the fire was almost put out as is, the sight themselves was almost unbearable. The sight of young and old alike would all be burned alive, their corpses left for nothing more then scraps for dogs, if the filthy curs would take them. In a nearby dilapated building that was some what spared, the planks would fall back as a young maiden would push her way out of the rubble. Leonidas would rush to herside as to help her out of the debris. She would thank him and reveal her name as Karli.He wished to get to know her more but at this point , there was no time. The kingdom needed him. He and his army would run forward at full throttle towards their enemy , which was only two hundred feet from them. The guards having done this would soon be dead. Having half of the enemies killed in the previous five attacks, they knew this would be the final fight and it would determine their future as apart of this land known as Antebellum
Everything was light the past morning, a heavy feeling fell over his body. He felt a bow in the bed as he tilted his head slightly to see a somewhat pair of boots propped up onto his bed. The covers that was over him was tucked in tight , causing his body to over heat. A thing layer of sweat layering his forehead. He cursed under his breath,as he leaned upwards looking towards the one the boots belonged to. It was Karli. He was happy to see her but he wished it was another time, he had a nightmare , causing stress combined with the crap medication they gave him often brought on mild fevers. Karli smirked at him, a small blush crossing her face. She seemed to have a liking of taking care of him while he was injured. He tried to convince himself that this was not a dream, but it was hard to think otherwise. He knew that the war last night was real and that the injuries he had substained was serious. Karli looked towards him and wrapped her fingers in his, interlacing them. This didn't work the way he had wanted it to. It was his father's fault and he would never live down the shame of what his father had done. He knew that what he had done to revert things would only make matters worse with Mafisco.He had whispered an apology to her while gripping her hand within his own. There was alot of retribution enough in his veins to continue on with what he wanted. Karli would temporarily step in to another room , just to step back in momentarily to see Leonidas pulling his articles of footware on as she brought him a cold rag for his head. Karli liked him, she trusted him. That was one of the benefits to having come to the outskirts of the Shadowlands. He called her over and reached for her hand, putting it over his chest as he felt the warmth of her skin against hers, even if it was a few moments, only. He could be content with that.
In the dark of the night, Leonidas lay beside his wife, smiling as he watched his daughter sleep in her basket a few feet away, not even 24 hours old. As fresh as a raindrop. This was his baby, His baby girl. He had refused to call her that for so long. He couldn't. There was a time, back before his little princess was born, when there was a war, the war that devastated the land of Antebellum. This was two years ago, a time when nobody had thought that they would ever feel happy again. It had started going in piece by piece, into this giant puzzled called life. It started over the day the continent of Antebellum had dubbed him King. A week after that last battle. Now, it felt as though nothing could go wrong. This tiny peron , who was so completely new and fresh had no idea what the world held. She was his. A good kind of his. The kind that reminded him that there was good in the world, and the potential for happiness. He carefully extracted himself from his wife, Karli's arms. He noticed she had to have been in a deep sleep because she hadn't stir. The grin on her face made him smile as he tried to imagine what she was dreaming about. Carefully, with the eternal silence of a born hunter,he made his way over to the crib. Peeking in, his heart beat quickly because of the part of his heart that didn't believe that his daughter, his little Maurissa was real, that something this new and perfect could be trusted to him after all that he had destroyed. But there she was, tiny and beautiful, breathing soundly, her hands clenched in minuscule fists. Leonidas was still shocked at the huge rush of love that washed over him every time he laid his eyes on Maurissa. She had dark black hair and eyes were a emerald green, the color of the seafoam that arises near Isle La Cassio. Something welled up inside of him as he stood in the darkness, something stronger and better then tears. The curtains was drawn back , casting a soft moonlight on this tiny little dragonian who had never heard of Mafisco or the Militia and will never have to live in hear of them. This child who would not be haunted by ghosts, the way he was. Leonidas wanted to protect her, to keep her safe, to make sure she always feels loved and secure. It was strange, how the mix of fierce joy and terrible sadness ached through him. He would lift her tiny body out of the crip, marvelling at it's warmth, shocked that anything so small could feel so alive, and could make him feel so glad to be alive.
There was a war that broke out in the year T-1626, between the Mafisco Rebels, The original military army of Antebellum and the citizens.. They had wished to take control over the Lands. Dividing them as place of segregation. They wished to pull the rich away from the poor, the criminals away from the citizens. The Military would begin to Force the poor and the criminals, the murderers and the insane into a barren land. This would cast a great shadow over the barren land, causing darkness to arise. The people forced into this land would be beaten, starved and forced into the cruel confines of an uncertain but painful death. Their souls would be forced to stay in the lands. The land would be heavily gaurded by two hundred Mafisco soldiers, intent on keeping the lands of Antebellum pure and separate from that of the newly formed Shadowlands.
The Young lad , Leonidas, at the age of 17 would see the great sorrow of the land, the lost souls crying out to him and his family for retribution. He, having been trained by the Leader of Mafisco, Cassio (Dragonic for Castiel,)as to become his second in command, would rise above The soldiers and head towards the Mafisco military base. He while on his way to the base would use his great bastard sword to cut down several of the soldiers who would cross his path. There would be an almost showdown between him and his trainer and leader, Cassio. Cassio reveals to Leonidas that he is Leonidas's real father. Cassio had given Leonidas to a family across the land of Antebellum so that Leonidas would be raised up in a normal somewhat life. Cassio Reveals to him that he wishes no harm and that he was mutinied against by his own army. Leonidas, would take it upon himself to journey into the shadow lands, against his father's wishes, to seek council of the fallen spirits.
Leonidas traveled far to the south west corner of the continent. he had to slip pass the soldiers that guarded the gates of the shadowlands, which had proved rather difficult as he would have had to first infuse himself with a medicinal herb that would have granted himself a sceent covering lockshield. This lockshield would also mask his aura and cancel some of his powers long enough to not be sensed as he would cross the border through the treeline along the coast of the O'niley Ocean. He ventured deep into barren land of the shadows, careful to avoid the black figures that would seemingly surround his location as they would float across the land. Reaching a somewhat dilapadated building he saw what would appear to have been the elder of Antebellum who had died during the starvation. The elder's great spirit looked sullen , very sorrowful as it looked at him with black sockets for eyes. As the elder's spirit would talk to him through the mental telepathy of the shadow realm , he would fully understand what had really happened. His father, Cassio had ordered the attack on the lands of Antebellum, locking at least one fourth of the most powerful elemental users in an old building that would stand in a long forgotten desolate pasture surrounded by acres of trees. This place had been Called LaKira, from the extinct imps that would have inhabited the forest centuries ago. Cassio had also ordered the lower classes being slaughtered in what was now formed as the shadowlands, as to create a nexus of ultimate power for The Champion of Mafisco to draw from and kill anyone who opposed the empire that Cassio and Mordecai would attempt to create. Leonidas was shocked that, his new found father, his leader, would have commited such a heinous crime.
He rushed back to The Mafisco Training ground, sword in hand as he would cut down the enemies, with no mercy. A searing rage would consume him as his powers grew a bit unstable. He reached the base quickly as his father , Lord Cassio would come out of the front door, his armour stripped and a smirk on his face. Leonidas raised a sword towards his father, ready for the final training session, the final battle will decide if the student would finally surpass the master. He had been awaiting this day for so long. He just wished it would be under different circumstances. He never wished his leader, now revealed as his father any harm. He knew that killing Cassio would be the only way to stop the senseless fighting and war.
Leonidas had never been able to be so horribly angry with Cassio than in this moment, the revelations had come to past. It was distgusting and fundamentally so it really should occur to Cassio of all people as to why. Leonidas had always wanted to be thought of as an equal to his leader, revealed father. Both was attractive, wealthy, intelligent, male and free. Everything he wanted rested at his fingertips, he never had to do so much as move to reach his goals. It was always about strategy. But the father, Cassio, didn't care one bit about what Leonidas was born as, or what he had wanted and it showed boldly the first time they had ever sparred. In far out retrospect, Leonidas was properly not as trained with his weapon as what Cassio was. He supposed it was due to never being taught near as much as what Cassio was trained, probably for an instance like this. The student was never to rise above the master. His father's sword glinted in the moonlight before clattering against Leonidas's own sword. Leonidas migh have panicked if he was anyone else because of the velocity and power of the sword and it's master he had faced. This fight, he never really knew what would happen in his wildest dreams, only that the swords was still their main weapons as they always had been. it was time to become one with his sword. he would not lose, and if he did, he wouldn't go down without a fight. This land, he was sworn to protect and he would do it until his death. There was blood dripping from both of them after several swings, barely grazing eachother , even though their intentions was to kill, their swords played as almost a blockade in their game of death. Only one man would walk out of this fight, and he prayed to the gods it would be him. He swung his sword with finesse. Maybe it was for the sickminded to have joined the career as to witness the power of such a simple weapon, that it could take the life of such a living being. Swords that smacked each opponent around like a cat with yarn and crushed his bones and made the trees and grass reverberate with bellows of pain. even in hands not trained to hold it, it could do this much. It could make blood run like water, down the handle and up the forearm of his opponent, his father. Cassio requested Leonidas to put away the sword but Leonidas refused, there was to much at stake, if he was to sheathe his weapon now then his father would win and the towns and village folk would be slaughtered. He knew his father had once had good intentions. He wandered when the morals had gone corrupt. He swung his sword once more, it clashing with his father's katana. Under the pressure of the blow, the bastard sword had split, it's pointed side acting as though it were a boomerang and would hit Cassio across the throat before it would fly back towards, Leonidas's who would duck to dodge it. The man who stood before Leonidas, who had trained him well, would have blood gushing from his main arteries as he would crumble to the ground in a bloody pool. Leonidas would quickly take his father's sword. It was a blade from somewhwere far away, it's hilt somewhat differentriated from Leonidas's now broken sword. The sword, had a symbol of the scorpion on it's hilt, the tail of the venomous creature circling around the braided fabric on the hilt. He hated the art, for awhile after that. Blaming his youth and naivety, that if it were not for him not being well trained and disciplined he would have died, but this skill, the art of the sword had killed the only man who he had sought the approval of. His father. But no matter how he hated it, he trained with it with the desire to dominate it like some sort of beast that honed finess and prowess. His father, he had held his own for years, was beaten down mercilessly , cut up and slashed throug the neck easily because he had grown over confident and his morals corrupt. Cassio hadn't stayed calm. The only reason Leonidas survived was because of the breaking of his sword. Leonidas wished that would not have been the reason for his father's demise, that he would have went down more honorably. Even before he healed , he turned on his heel to go back towards the shadowlands, sore and generally uncomfortable on the road before dawn, searching for the soldiers that stood loyal to Cassio because he knew his time had come to take down the army, but first he would need the allies of the continent. This would be the thing that would lead to the upcoming battle. Leonidas was born with nothing bu his magic and his parents. Now both of his parents were dead. He was un for sure of the real details to his past now, based on what the elder and his father had told him as he only ever cared about what he could change. He knew he could change this war, before it would become even more blood felt with the lives of the innocent. He would not let anyone else lose their lives due to his father and his ways.
The Official Start of the war occured on rygat sjach 45th. After Constructing two of the most powerful armies known to the kingdom, both armies were loaded with demons and beings significantly stronger then most warriors at the time, and they laid siege unexpectedly on the Shadowland border. The majority of the trapped beings were evacuated, but based on the sheer amount of force even the small group of demons managed to exert, war was raged against the mafisco soldiers within the week. Thus the Second army, Formed of the Dragonians was called into action, and the elite band of Dragon Rose quickly became idolized by most civilians, who were besieged by a sudden wave of inexplicably powerful creatures.
A messenger would race to Leonidas, informing him that three attacks of the four was successful when asked of the fourth attack, the messenger informed him that there was some insubordination, to the point the group had been killed. The commander of the mission was also dead. Leonidas tilted his head downwards saddened by his fallen comrads but he was glad that they was not put through a drawn out torture. After the moment of silence passed, the messenger left. Leonidas turned around when his friend from his childhood, Thaddius looked him in the eyes, he had heard the exchange, so Leonidas recognized. Thaddius attained a somewhat concerned expression, and stared down at the floor. Leonidas frowned as he informed Thaddius that this would be the fifth case of insurburdination thus far. It was becoming more comman and they was losing alot of forces for it. When Thaddius mentioned the fact that they would have to add in a failsafe. Leonidas would growl slightly angered by the though, they was living creatures also. Thadius mentioned how the failsafe was tools. While still alive, but they live to serve a purpose If the army could control them more controllable, they may be all that is required. The Failsafe was more easily controllable, he knew this. How was it even possible? of course this ended up manifesting in a certain frequency that would basically mind-control some of the more powerful demons, although it had the effect of fatigue on it's user. The Failsafe, was less effective when used repetitively, he had learned this from Cassio.
Four days later, a young boy would run into the camp that Leonidas and his troops would be staying at and throw himself towards Leonidas.. he begged for help as the the Mafisco soldiers had invaded and started uncontrollable fires, that have spread across the continent. Leonidas called for his troops to rush to the boys hometowns aid. When they reached the sight, it was sorrowful, the forest and the mountains had all caught fire . All thought the fire was almost put out as is, the sight themselves was almost unbearable. The sight of young and old alike would all be burned alive, their corpses left for nothing more then scraps for dogs, if the filthy curs would take them. In a nearby dilapated building that was some what spared, the planks would fall back as a young maiden would push her way out of the rubble. Leonidas would rush to herside as to help her out of the debris. She would thank him and reveal her name as Karli.He wished to get to know her more but at this point , there was no time. The kingdom needed him. He and his army would run forward at full throttle towards their enemy , which was only two hundred feet from them. The guards having done this would soon be dead. Having half of the enemies killed in the previous five attacks, they knew this would be the final fight and it would determine their future as apart of this land known as Antebellum
Everything was light the past morning, a heavy feeling fell over his body. He felt a bow in the bed as he tilted his head slightly to see a somewhat pair of boots propped up onto his bed. The covers that was over him was tucked in tight , causing his body to over heat. A thing layer of sweat layering his forehead. He cursed under his breath,as he leaned upwards looking towards the one the boots belonged to. It was Karli. He was happy to see her but he wished it was another time, he had a nightmare , causing stress combined with the crap medication they gave him often brought on mild fevers. Karli smirked at him, a small blush crossing her face. She seemed to have a liking of taking care of him while he was injured. He tried to convince himself that this was not a dream, but it was hard to think otherwise. He knew that the war last night was real and that the injuries he had substained was serious. Karli looked towards him and wrapped her fingers in his, interlacing them. This didn't work the way he had wanted it to. It was his father's fault and he would never live down the shame of what his father had done. He knew that what he had done to revert things would only make matters worse with Mafisco.He had whispered an apology to her while gripping her hand within his own. There was alot of retribution enough in his veins to continue on with what he wanted. Karli would temporarily step in to another room , just to step back in momentarily to see Leonidas pulling his articles of footware on as she brought him a cold rag for his head. Karli liked him, she trusted him. That was one of the benefits to having come to the outskirts of the Shadowlands. He called her over and reached for her hand, putting it over his chest as he felt the warmth of her skin against hers, even if it was a few moments, only. He could be content with that.
In the dark of the night, Leonidas lay beside his wife, smiling as he watched his daughter sleep in her basket a few feet away, not even 24 hours old. As fresh as a raindrop. This was his baby, His baby girl. He had refused to call her that for so long. He couldn't. There was a time, back before his little princess was born, when there was a war, the war that devastated the land of Antebellum. This was two years ago, a time when nobody had thought that they would ever feel happy again. It had started going in piece by piece, into this giant puzzled called life. It started over the day the continent of Antebellum had dubbed him King. A week after that last battle. Now, it felt as though nothing could go wrong. This tiny peron , who was so completely new and fresh had no idea what the world held. She was his. A good kind of his. The kind that reminded him that there was good in the world, and the potential for happiness. He carefully extracted himself from his wife, Karli's arms. He noticed she had to have been in a deep sleep because she hadn't stir. The grin on her face made him smile as he tried to imagine what she was dreaming about. Carefully, with the eternal silence of a born hunter,he made his way over to the crib. Peeking in, his heart beat quickly because of the part of his heart that didn't believe that his daughter, his little Maurissa was real, that something this new and perfect could be trusted to him after all that he had destroyed. But there she was, tiny and beautiful, breathing soundly, her hands clenched in minuscule fists. Leonidas was still shocked at the huge rush of love that washed over him every time he laid his eyes on Maurissa. She had dark black hair and eyes were a emerald green, the color of the seafoam that arises near Isle La Cassio. Something welled up inside of him as he stood in the darkness, something stronger and better then tears. The curtains was drawn back , casting a soft moonlight on this tiny little dragonian who had never heard of Mafisco or the Militia and will never have to live in hear of them. This child who would not be haunted by ghosts, the way he was. Leonidas wanted to protect her, to keep her safe, to make sure she always feels loved and secure. It was strange, how the mix of fierce joy and terrible sadness ached through him. He would lift her tiny body out of the crip, marvelling at it's warmth, shocked that anything so small could feel so alive, and could make him feel so glad to be alive.