Author's note: Thanks for the seventy five views, one review, and two alerts! If you read this, please let me know what you think! Reviews are how I know if I'm doing right! At any rate, the shortness of these chapters makes it to where at least I have something to update. I was sorely afraid that this week would accomplish nothing as far as writing. This section might spoil the plot for you if you haven't seen the first three episodes.
Arcana 1: The Magician
Clovis vi Brittania
The magician is symbolized by the flame, and an appropriate symbol it is. Magicians are those for whom the passions of youth have not yet extinguished. It is a beautiful thing to be young! How wonderful it must be to so fresh to the world! For the young, all wonder and joy that this world has to offer is new and invigorating! The magician is one who is in the summer of his life, a rare and almost ceaselessly happy time which comes and fades in all too quick succession.
There is good and bad in all experiences, however. Just as love is the light which illuminates one's life, so too must it cast the dark shadow of hatred. The magician lacks restraint in all matters of the heart, for better and worse. Just as they cling to and praise that which the love, they cast down and scorn that which they hate. Magicians of the world, take heed! You who wield the hottest of all fires must always be mindful that you too can burn. Should your logic give way to your emotions, then it will inevitably follow that you will be consumed in the flames of your own passion…
I am Clovis vi Brittania.
Area eleven has robbed me of many precious things, and I hate it with all that I am. I see no reason to feel remorse in ordering the deaths of its people, but likewise expect no apology from them for the transgressions they have performed against me. That is the way of society, is it not? I know of man's darker nature, and I know of the iron hand and unyielding will one requires if they wish to control power in this world. In truth, I've never possessed either of these traits. I am entirely too sensitive and frail to ever take such heavy command of my fellow men. All the same, if I act in your memory, brother, if I remind myself time and again that it was this disgusting land which consumed you…
The colors of this world are my truest passion, and I capture them all upon my canvas. I was blessed to be born into a land of light, surrounded by the smiling faces of so many people that I loved dearly. Parting with this warmth was my greatest fear, and that is why I paint. Regardless of where my destiny takes me, I'm never further than a brush stroke from the company I wish to keep beside me.
…To see Euphemia's assuring smile
…To see Cornelia's loving, but reserved visage
…Of Shneizel, or father. Of Nunally or Lelouch, whom I'd feared to be nothing more than memories now.
Am I truly… dead? This, so suddenly upon my longed-for reunion? I don't understand why! How is this fair? My brother, how have I wronged you? Regardless, this is my fate. I only wish I'd gotten the chance to share these words with you:
Lelouch, son of my father…
… I am relieved beyond words to see that you live, my brother.
After note: The next card in the deck is Arcana 2: the Priestess. Can anyone guess who the character will be?
