AN: YES. I MADE A SEQUAL. GOT A PROBLEM?
Anywho, remember the little kid? The Stayne/Tarrant love child? Yeah, that's Victor. If you don't get the reference, go check out my name on my DA page…
SO, Victor's all grown up now… and he looks almost exactly like Stayne… His eyes are just BRIGHT green… and his eyebrows are quite wispy…
Striding down the dark halls of Marmoreal, his boots seemed to make no noise at all. His black hair shifted ever so slightly as a breeze rolled in from one of the open windows. With the chalk white armor he sported, the man could almost be pegged for his father. The only thing that gave him away were those piercing green eyes… If one looked close enough, it would be revealed that his eyebrows were quite wispy, though short in length. A sword at his hip, the man slipped around the corner, making sure no one saw him. Finally, he reached the stables. Horses raised their heads to get a good look at him as he strode down the length of the building to one steed in particular. A black horse, extremely tall for the average horse, shook it's mane and shifted to the far end of its stall at the man's presence. "Victor? What are you doing up at this time of night?" the animal groaned at him.
Victor motioned for the steed to come closer, looking around for anyone who might've followed him. The horse, now curious, strode over to him and gently pushed open the stall door. "Come for a late night ride? You're father used to do that a lot, you know… You're a lot like him…" The boy guided the horse to a certain section of the stables, gearing the steed up in the required riding gear plus armor. The horse pawed a bit at the ground, studying the armor. "Isn't this the same armor Stayne had me wear?" it asked. Victor nodded, mounting the horse. "Just where do you intend on going anyway? With all the precautions you're taking, I can guess that it's probably no place for a seventeen year old to be traveling to…" The boy scowled a bit and rode out of the stables.
"I do believe that's where he is going…"
The two stopped dead and turned around. Leaning on the open stable door was none other than Mirana. Her age was finally beginning to show. Tiny, thin wrinkles were scattered about her face and a good chunk of her gorgeous blonde hair had turned gray. Even though she held herself both elegantly and innocently, her aura was one of wisdom and maybe even regret. "If you do intend to search for who I think you're searching for, then I would stop by your parent's grave… They might be able to tell you something…" Mirana said, smiling. "I wish you luck…" With that she pretty much disappeared, slipping into the darkness.
Boy and steed, both frozen for a bit afterwards. Victor then turned the horse towards the gates of Marmoreal and tapped his heels against the beast's sides. The animal burst forward, galloping through the gates and to the outside world beyond.
Up in the confines of heaven, two angels stirred. One with flame orange hair parted the clouds and both gazed down at a particular human upon the Earth. The one with the piercing green eyes. "I must admit darling, he looks almost EXACTLY like you… The only things that are different are those gorgeous eyes and wispy eyebrows…" the angel said, smiling. Beside him, an ebony angel sat on a fluff of cloud.
"Yes, but he has your spunk… That instinct to leap without looking… That's you right there, Tarrant."
The flame haired angel glanced at his companion, not sure whether to feel flattered or insulted. Rolling his eyes, he softly scoffed and returned his gaze to the boy below. "No matter who he's most like, it seems he requires some help from us… I suggest we be good parents and help him out…" With that, the two angels leapt up from their places and soared down to the planet below…
Victor pushed the horse to gallop faster once he spied the rejuvenated Hightopp village. He caught a glimpse of the thicket in the graveyard and smirked. Leaping over the graveyard fence, the horse skidded to a halt before the thicket of still phosphorescent flowers. The boy dismounted and strode over to the web of flowers. A few of the vines parted, letting him through. Within were the two marble statues. Neither of them were damaged in any way at all. In fact, they looked brand new.
The statues of his parents had once again changed position. With one arm, the two held each other close. Yet, with their free hands, the two reached out to the newcomer, inviting him into the group hug. Victor smiled and stepped closer, wrapping his arms around both statues as if they were real. Suddenly, there was a bright light and the cold stone turned to warm flesh. Ilosovic ad Tarrant looked over at their spawn, smiling. "So you return…" Stayne said, looking his son over. "In my armor, no less…"
The boy smiled and ran a hand across the breast plate of his armor. "It fits great, actually…" Victor then shifted his weight onto the opposite foot, now getting serious. "However, I need your help with something… I need to find someone…" Tarrant, having the ability to find anyone in the world with simple objects, picked a flower from nearby and nodded, staring into it. "I need to know where Iracebeth is…"
AN: OH YEAH
VICTOR'S GONNA KICK THE RED QUEEN'S ASS
GO VICTOR
GO VICTOR
GO VICTOR
YOU ROCK
IT'S YOUR UNBIRTHDAY