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Jolly's POV

An hour after they left the station the door to their compartment opened. Libertà glanced up from his own book fingering his wand. Nova and Luca looked ready to do battle. Only Felicità looked calm outwardly.

However a bond from being tarot holders and having sworn themselves to the Arcana family they held a bond. One that was not blocked easily. Or feelings so easily hidden away when it came to Mondo and Felicità.

Jolly could feel her anxiety though the bond. It put him on edge but he had to be the calm one. He could not attack like a member of the House of Leo. Right now he had to be the King of Nightingale, the first king from the House of Lupus in over three centuries.

A boy with platinum blond hair was standing in the doorway. His mercury eyew surveyed them.

The boy said snootily, "This is our compartment. Get out."

Libertà growled in a good imitation of a lion, "We were here first. If you wanted to sit with us we would have made room. Instead you demanded. Now get out!"

Jolly eyes held a spark of amusement in them. Libertà was not one to back down from anyone. Mondo and Dante were the ones that typically had to calm him down. Though Jolly had a few tricks of his own if it came down to it.

The blond haired boy screeched causing them to wince, "Do you know who my father is? I'll have you all kicked out for this. Now get out of our compartment!"

Having enough of the screeching Jolly marked the page in his journal and gained his feet. Three wands were suddenly pointed at his face from the blond and two of his companions.

Jolly said slowly not at all bothered by the wands, "Libertà sit down. Let me handle this."

Libertà's turquoise eyes widened with surprise as Jolly removed his sunglasses. It wasn't often that he used his tarot. When he did it was usually something big. Today it would be to prove a point.

Libertà immediately sat back down in his seat. Jolly folded his sunglasses and put them in his jacket pocket by the cross that just hung outside it. Inside his right eye he could feel it activate. The sign of the Ouroboros appeared in his eye.

Focusing his power took effort but he blocked out the minds of his family and those outside. Instead he focused it onto the three that had their wands pointed at him.

He could hear their thoughts. The blond thought of him as a mudblood blood. How a simple stunner would be enough to take him out. Then the other two would beat him with an inch of his life.

Jolly used a protego maxima to protect his family. Then he grinned as he went into a relaxed dueling stance. Nightingale was not a well known school. They however only took the best of the best. He did not become King of the school for being weak and unable to duel.

He deflected the stunner back at the boy who barely had time to stop it. Shock and anger were clear on his face. He read the lugs attack and blocked it before weaving his own set of spells. A stunner followed by two colorless spells to them would look like a knockback jinx. Instead it was a stunner and a high powered bombarda.

They blocked one stunner but the other hit home and the bombarda knocked them into the far wall. This left only the blond. There was uncertainly in the mercury eyes. Jolly could feel his energy draining. This had to end quickly.

He could feel the other's decision to use a dark curse. A quick neutralization spell later and he had stunned the blond. He used the knockback jinx to send him out of the compartment.

With that taken care of Jolly closed, locked and warded the door. Then fell back into his seat releasing his tarot. His right eyes faded back into their blue green color.

Felicità chided him, "You shouldn't have done that Jolly. We aren't supposed to use our tarots on the kids."

Jolly pulled his sunglasses from his jacket pocket and replaced them. Then he replied tiredly, "If I didn't they would have just kept attacking us. Better to put them in their place now."

Libertà said placing his finger on the pulse point in his neck, "Your pulse is racing. Jolly you know you can't use your tarot like that. It eats away at your life force."

Everything came at a price. Using tarots ate away at their energy and life force. For most of them they could handle it. A days rest and some good food and they would be fine. For him though it wasn't so easy.

Mondo held the World Arcana as number 21 of the Arcana Taroccos. The power of his Arcana can seal other Arcana Powers. The family more commonly referred to them as tarots. It confused most people so they were able to hide their abilities.

The Arcana Tarocco Cards that don't have a host survive by the energy/power of the host of the World Arcana. This ultimately ends up draining Mondo's power to the point where it may threaten his life.

When Jolly found this out he had been furious. Mondo took them in during a time of strife. His entire family but him and Felicità had been killed. War came to the Arcana isles.

At the time Jolly was only 10 years old. Abandoned at an orphanage when he was four he spent most of his life as a street rat. Nobody paid attention to the rats of the city. The children who saw everything.

The war left more and more orphans and little room to keep them. Mondo was under threat of death himself. As a recent graduate of Nightingale he could defend himself but hated seeing his people in pain.

Jolly had been trying to figure out how to steal from the man when his La Luna: the Moon The 18th card activated. He could feel the minds of those around him. Later he found out he could see into their memories if he so wished. Two assassins laid in wait for Mondo. Without really thinking about it he put himself in between them and Mondo.

Jolly ended up taking a to his ribs that was a poisoned blade. To that day he didn't regret the decision. If Mondo despite only being 18 died the isles would fall into worse chaos. He didn't want to see anyone else die.

He fully expected to die that day. Instead he woke up almost a week later in a lavish mansion. A maid told him that Mondo called the best island doctors and they worked tirelessly to save his life.

Jolly didn't believe it at first but when he met, Mondo it changed. Mondo was a kind heart man who despite being from the royal family didn't look down upon others. He went so far as to redress Jolly's wounds and nurse him back to health.

Jolly's newfound ability had been difficult to deal with. He could sense the servants distaste for him being there. They thought he wasn't worth the trouble that Mondo was going through.

A month after he arrived he was finally healed enough to leave. For the first time in his memory he hesitated. Mondo could have left him to die and chose to save him. Was leaving his only option?

He was halfway out the door when Mondo found him. The words said that night stuck with him.

Flashback

"You don't have to go," a deep voice said from behind him as Jolly made to step out onto the porch.

Jolly turned slightly to eye the red haired man. The man was 6'4 and easily doubled his own weight. His posture was easily read even for someone as young as him.

Jolly could see the openness of it. How relaxed the other was in his presence. That wasn't something he was used to.

Jolly asked slowly, "Why wouldn't I? I have been here far longer than I should have been. You nursed me back to health and I won't impose on you any longer."

The man hesitated but seeing that he was about to follow through said, "I looked into you," Jolly tenses on instinct, "Your orphanage named you Jolly but never gave you a last name. You were dropped off at the age of roughly five. You bounced around from home to home for the next four years. Last year you ran away and have been living on the streets ever since."

Jolly's hands clenched at his sides. There was so little he knew about himself. His first memories were of darkness and hunger. Then of a whale man and horse faced woman forcing him to do chores not meant for someone his age. A boy the same age as Jolly lived with them. They never said names. He wasn't even sure how he ended up in the orphanage. At this point he didn't care. It wouldn't change who he was.

Mondo said with a tired look, "I want to help you. Help as many orphans as I can. I lost my family. I want to make a new one."

"Why me?"

"Because you saved my life," Jolly started, "You went farther than anyone else has before. I would be honored to call you family. If you accept that is. If you don't I can help you find a place. Get you back on the right path. You don't have to steal anymore."

Jolly stilled carefully eyeing the other. Blue green eyes met blue.

Then he asked, "If I stay with you what happens then?"

He honestly wanted to know. If this was going to be his chance he had to know.

A hand was extended to him, "Then we do this together. I will do all I can to help those of these isles. Orphan or not. No one will be left behind on my watch."

He could feel the man's honestly through his new found ability. There wasn't an ounce of deception in him. The man wasn't promising the world just to do his best to make a better one.

Jolly stuck his hand hand out and said, "If I want to leave then I can."

"Deal," Mondo's warm hand shook his.

End of flashback

Mondo and Jolly had multiple Tarocco Cards. Activated or not they slowly drained at one's life force. They split the Tarocco Cards a place until they chose. It was less dangerous than one person carrying the entire burden.

Libertà said drawing him from his thoughts of the past, "I'll go find, Pace. He's the next best healer."

Jolly leaned his head back against the seat his breathing slowly evening out, "Don't they could be waiting for you. I just need some sleep."

Libertà might have said something else but he was already losing consciousness.