it feels more bar-ish right now you know… with walls, still kinda lonely.
this is not at all final, if you think the drinks cabinet should be bigger or something don’t worry,
do you think it should be bigger? i think it should be bigger.
[Well, I finally finished. Chapter One and Prologue Poem all in one! I apologize for the long exposition, but I promise things will speed up. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated, so feel free to shoot me an ask once you’re done! Um… I hope you like my Limelight inspired, writers block removing…. thing. ~Eden]
They’re only liquid, salt water in a drop.
Why do they rain down in sadness?
Why do the drops of water mean a gloomy day?
It always seemed weird to me.
Yet it was too deep to question.
The tears came to haunt me that month.
Always of sadness, losing water when something else was lost.
Yet one day, I found the tears when I found someone.
And it shocked me.
The rain meant happiness then, the tears meant joy.
They stopped haunting me that day.
That day, I learned to cry.
Chapter One: Graduation.
"Hey, we never talked about where we’re heading now that we’re done with school." Cry was the first to speak.
"How about you start, then?" Red never really tended to push the masked man, but anyone who heard could tell she was curious.
"Me?" Cry seemed more surprised than usual, but, when remembering how emotional graduations can get, it was surprising that they were all dry-eyed. "You know that small antique shop that closed in the center of town?"
Snake nodded, becoming interested. “Wasn’t that place haunted?”
The Vox magician chuckled. “All that rumor did was lower the price of the place.”
"Wait." Scott Jund chimed in, zoning out as usual. "You already bought a place? What for?"
Cry’s smirk was evident through his poker-faced mask now. “For a bar, of course! I’m calling it The Late Night Bar, with Cryaotic!” He folded his legs and placed his arms behind his head, letting the others have a turn.
"Hmmm…. If you add a ‘and Russ Money’ to the end, I might just like it." The mage winked at his best friend, radiating a similar attitude to the new bar owner.
"Sure thing, buddy. Late Night with Cry and Russ." Cry put his hand on Russ’s chair.
There was a pause, as if Red had just said something shocking.
"Did you think I had somewhere else to go?" She asked, looking at them suspiciously.
"Na, Red, I just expected you to have some fancy magic-related job or some shit like that." Cry seemed to make up for the silence with that statement, as the other three mages nodded in agreement.
"You didn’t really think I was that good."
"No, they did." The cutesy, female voice belonged to Krism, the Queen’s consort, lover, and the five’s fellow graduate.
"Ey, Krism!" Scott nodded in her direction as she pulled up a chair and joined their circle, fixing her dress as she sat.
"Is Minx still here, or…" Cry’s voice trailed off. "I haven’t seen her face-to-face in months."
She laughed, blushing a little. “Yeah, she’s still here. Miss her or something?”
"No." The lie was easy to tell, causing both Cry and his fellow mages to laugh.
Krism stood up on the tips of her toes and waved her hand at her approaching fiancee, the two being able to notice each other’s calling at impossible lengths.
The masked man turned around, shooting an unseen look at the shorter woman, yet no one caught the glare as Queen Minx herself pulled up a seat and sat down.
"Hey, Crew!" The unfit royal smiled, crossing her legs under her dress as she got comfortable. "What are you doing?"
"Discussing futures." Red answered, a bit tense at the way the Crew reacted at her proposal.
Minx glanced at Snake as she heard the topic of conversation. “Have you told them yet?”
"Negative." He looked at the rest of his friends, scared they would be mad at him for hiding something, but it was the Queen he was hiding his future with, after all. She had a huge amount of personal intelligence, and they all knew it.
"Told us what?" Scott asked, curious.
The two glanced at each other, waiting for someone to tell.
"Snake, you do the honors." Minx commanded. Despite she and the mages being friends for years, the Crew had a tendency to listen to her orders. She was Queen, and although she would be fine if they disagreed, none but Cry would ever step out of line.
"I’m joining the army." His usual bluntness was unfit for such an announcement, and the five could barely hold back their emotions. There was a mix of pride from Krism and Cry, encouragement from Russ and Red…. Yet Scott seemed unpleasantly surprised, to say the least.
Krism picked it up quickly. “What’s bothering you, Jund? You least of all would fear for his life.”
"Eh… It’s just…" His voice trailed off. "I’m afraid I won’t see him again, that’s all." He forced a smile.
Minx tilted her head a bit. “He’ll come back, you know. There are breaks in army service, even when the roles become important.”
"Yeah, thing is…."
Scott cleared his throat before speaking again.
"I’m leaving Victubia."
"Wait. What?" Red broke the silence, expressing everyone’s shock.
"Scott." Snake spoke up, for once, his voice a steely calm. "Why didn’t you tell us?"
Scott took a breath, struggling to speak.
"It was probably just hard for him to tell, guys…" Russ had a different way with dealing with this shock, usually putting him in different positions than the rest of the Crew.
"It was hard for him, huh!?" Cry stood up. "It’s hard for us too, Scott! Did you actually think we could handle it, goddamn it!?"
"Well, news flash! We’ve been friends for six years, Jund! I don’t know about them, but I can’t just have you leave without telling us, okay?"
"Cry." Minx stood up as well, her height intimidating compared to his. "Sit down."
"Um… I-I’m sorry, guys. I guess I just overreacted."
"Cry, we all feel the same way. It’s alright." Snake managed to speak once again, surprisingly showing sympathy for his fellow mage.
"Buddy-" Scott began, having successfully collected himself. "I wasn’t sure I was leaving until now, otherwise I would tell you earlier."
"What do you mean?" Krism asked, not knowing how to react until then.
"You guys ever heard of PewDiePie? You know, the super famous guy who lives in Etherael, who runs the carrier ducks?"
The six nodded. Etherael was the country next door to Victubia, the richer of the two, and, therefore, one of the many enemies Victubia just couldn’t find peace with.
Minx scowled at the mere mention of the country. “Yeah, what about him?”
"My dad works for him, and, since he’s moving to Victubia, he needs someone to take over at the place he currently is. My family took the offer, but wouldn’t let me stay here alone. Too young, they said. Once I get old enough, I’ll move back, obviously."
Red thought a bit. “How old are you now anyway?”
"Sixteen. Got accepted to VMA at ten, remember?" Scott was famous for his early acceptance, holding the record for the youngest person to ever be accepted to the school of magic.
"So two years at least." Cry spoke for the first time since his apology, the scowl not yet having disappeared from his face.
"Unfortunately, yes." The Queen spoke for him, her upset being political as well as personal. "Oh, and Jund-"
"Do us a favor and never forget Victubia." People there were bullied over Victubian lineage, and it wasn’t hard to replace the identity in fear of public ridicule.
The others nodded in approval, Russ needing them to calm down before he spoke.
"Hey, Scott- We should have a goodbye party or some kiddie shit like that."
More nods and murmurs.
"We can have it the day you leave." Cry added. "And get drinks."
"Oh, and invite Ziegs." Red spoke up, reminding everyone of their other friend. "She’s probably too drunk to respond right now, so I’ll ask her later."
"So it’s settled." Minx finished. "I’ll see you there." The Queen stood up and left, Krism scurrying behind her.
"Bye, guys!" The consort called, waving.
"See ya, Krism!" Red waved back.
Now it was only the five of them left out of their friends. The duel-element magi had unnoticeably attracted a crowd, but they parted with the Queen’s leave, so the Crew were free to say their goodbyes in peace.
"Russ, Red; You want to see the place and leave early?" Cry asked, returning to the previous conversation.
"You mean where the bar is going to be?" Russ asked. "Sure!"
"I’m fine with it." Red agreed.
"Um, we’re taking the horses, alright? If you need a ride home, we’ll be back in an hour." Cry seemed to have everything planned, which made sense
"It’s alright, Cry. We can walk." Snake replied, causing Scott to shoot him an unsure look.
"It’s pretty far when walking, Snake."
Snake looked at him. “We have things to discuss anyway.”
Cry tilted his head. “Well, we’ll be going. Bye.”
"See ya!" Scott called, watching his friends leave.
"Yeah." Cry said. "We’ll see you in two weeks, for sure."
"Jund." Snake said, watching them leave.
"I never thought that time would come. When you leave, practically for good."
"Me neither, Snake. Me neither."