Roleplay Title : Hold my Flower
Setting : Valor's sacrifice
(20 years in the past)
" VALOR!! V-VALOR!" Trolanka's screams were the only thing Stannis could hear through the ringing in his ears. His vision was impaired by the dust surround him and he coughed heavily. It had all happened so fast, too fast for him to even comprehend what was happening until there was an explosion and Valor was gone. " Disburse," He choked, casting a spell to clear the dust quicker. The dust faded and Stannis was met with a terrible sight. Timeaus, the dragon that they had spent hours trying to defeat, was collapsed on the ground, dead in it's own puddle of blood. Valor was no where in sight...but then again...after a spell like that, who would be? Tears began to fall as Stannis stumbled over to Valor's sword, still stuck in the ground from where Valor had put it and ordered them to get back. At the time Stannis didn't know what he was planning and followed his orders, telling what was left of his squad to retreat. But when he saw Valor summon all of his energy and his pupils disappear into a blank white, he knew instantly what he was trying to do. He had tried to stop him, he had. He even abandoned his post to try to stop him, yelling that there was another way and that it didn't have to end like this, but he was too late, and before Timeaus had a chance to recover from their last attack, Valor completed his spell and everything suddenly turned white.
Stannis had been close to the blast and blood dripped down his face, but the only pain he felt was the pain in his heart. Valor's sword still stood proud, despite being so close to the blast radius, and the Mancini family crest gleamed in the sunlight. For a second he thought about leaving it there, where it's master fell in the battlefeild, so that everyone knew that this was where Valor made his last sacrifice, but the faces of Valyn and Valiant flashed in his mind. They needed something to bury of their son's, and there was no better alternative than his sword. With shakily hands, Stannis pulled the sword out of the ground and gave one lasting look at the dragon, before turning around and heading back to the rest of his squad.
Trolanka was bent over Paravel frantically pushing her glowing hands against his chest. " I-It's not working!! Why isn't it working!!" She cried and Stannis sighed, going over to place his hand on her shoulder. " Please, Trolanka, he is gone."
" No! No, he can't be! I can heal him! I can do it! Just-just give me some time!!" Her face was red and sweaty and all of her healing energy was physically draining her. On the other hand, Paravel looked perfectly normal, clean and spotless and seemed to be taking a nap in the summer's sun, if not for the fact that he was dead. He was the first to fall to the dragon, it's claws cutting clean through his chest. Trolanka had desperately tried everything she could, using every trick her father and uncle had taught her, but it wasn't enough. Paravel just bled out too fast and was gone too soon. Just another child whose life he had ruined.
Trolanka stopped trying to resuscitate him when the realization seeped in and she stood up, with the help of Stannis, and began to shake. " What about Valor?" She asked, grabbing Stannis' hand, " Where is he? I can heal him! Just take me to him, there's still time!"
Stannis solemnly shook his hand and covered her hand, holding Valor's sword in the other. " He is gone too."
Trolanka let out a pained cry and sank to her knees, cupping her hands over her face to cover herself. " No, no, no, no, no, no..."
As Trolanka cried, Stannis went and collected Paravel's dual swords, carrying them over to another Knight and placing them in his arms, along with Valor's sword. " Please take care of these while we clean up." He whispered and the Knight nodded, carefully taking the swords and backing away. Stannis returned to Trolanka's side, next to Paravel's cold body, and enveloped her in a hug, glad that atleast she had made it out alive. If he had to bury all three of his students, he was sure that he would turn in his sword and discharge himself from duty.
" They can't be gone," Trolanka weeped into his shoulder, " they just can't..."
He couldn't believe it either, not his best students. If there was anyone who could've survived this, it was those three. But now Stannis was staring down one dead body, a mentally scarred young woman, and a man who had blown himself up so that they could live. " I'm sorry..." Stannis said sincerely, having broken his promise to Valiant.