Visiting the towns of where old guilds were was certainly not a walk in the park. Blue Pegasus, Lamia Scale, Eclipse Soul. All of them no longer exists and it was greatly depressing. All the allies... friends... loved ones... Gone. None of the people left in town was of any help either. Their answers to his questions were very vague.
"I don't know, maybe he's dead?"
"I heard he wandered off somewhere years ago."
"Wait, there was a guild here?"
That last line broke Leo's heart. It appears most no longer know of the heroes of old. The things, one can learn from them, those worthy of imitation, and those whose evil deeds that serve as basis for future decisions. He was sad to see them all go to waste. And just prayed that some were left to remember them, and not just Leonard Dragonbane hoping they would not be set aside as relics of a bygone time. Him and Sabertooth who were still alive and kicking though, which made him very much happy. He thought that at least, one guild remembers the olden heroes. But he never did go inside to check if they did. He just assumed so.
Now that his visit nears its end, he walked a very familiar path. A path that made him happy once before. A very lovely path it was back then, now no longer maintained, dusty, and cracked. This was the path towards an old Midi castle inspired hall. The hall of Infinity Hydra. Leo had long planned to visit this place since his return. It held a special place in his heart. In fact, all the guilds he visited did. But this one even more than the others.
Facing up the abandoned caste, Leo held out pretty white flowers wrapped very well in a special fabric, sighing as he looked upon them and thought of what they represent. He gently placed them on the doorway of the structure, keeping his kneeling position afterwards. And he stayed there, the wind grew stronger, but maintained its gentle breeze. Occasionally carrying soft leaves to brush against his cheeks as if someone had been caressing them. The feeling he felt inside, the warmth, the comfort, the gentleness of the wind, made a smirk creep up on his face. Whispering to himself "Yes, My Lady, she's doing well."
Post WC: 675
Leo's Total: 675
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