Clef put down his glass, not going to have another, feeling disgusted about himself. About to walk through the door, a blue flash caught his eyes. There among the smoky bar, was a small 5 year old; this was no place for a child. Standing on her tipee toes, she struggled to lift a tray two times larger than herself onto a table, but was unsuccessful, as the dishes smashed to the floor. Cringing in fright, the child shrank a way from a man, obviously the owner of the bar. The man's hand's rose to strike the child. Clef whipped his hand around, staff forming in hand, hair going back to its normal lavender, except for three black strips, but his eyes stayed black. Energy shot out of the staff, catching the man's hand inches from the child's face. He regarded the man coldly; no person hurt a child in his presence, not after the Knights gave their lives because they cared so much about this land and its people. He ignored the mutters around him, though knew who he was, but right
now he didn't care, let them talk on how he failed his duty to protect those three girls. The man stared at him in shock, then in anger. Clef merely ignored him, went scooped up the child, and walked out of the bar. It was not until they were on his griffin that Clef nearly fainted at the child's energy, it was that of strong magic, it was that of a Magic Knight.
I know it was short but don't complain, another will come out soon! Does anybody even read this?
now he didn't care, let them talk on how he failed his duty to protect those three girls. The man stared at him in shock, then in anger. Clef merely ignored him, went scooped up the child, and walked out of the bar. It was not until they were on his griffin that Clef nearly fainted at the child's energy, it was that of strong magic, it was that of a Magic Knight.
I know it was short but don't complain, another will come out soon! Does anybody even read this?