“Will I see you again?” the brown-haired boy muttered. Nervous and worried, he looks at his friend.
“Of course!” the girl in front of him replied. Her eyes are swelling, but she remains strong. “And when I return, I will already be the mightiest knight in all of Bastia” she smiled.
“I doubt it” the boy laughed, masking his own tears.
“Said Leon the little cat” she replied to the boy she called Leon.
“Let’s go, dear” as a blue-clad carriage approaches, the mother of the girl nudges. She obliged and get in.
“I will send you letters!” as the carriage started moving she popped her head out of the window.
“I’ll be waiting!” the boy screamed as he saw the carriage passes on, following a march of soldiers carrying blue banners with the flower Lavender crest adorning it.
“Claudine!” he shouted. The girl just waved from distance.
For the longest time since that day, that will be the name Leon thinks about before he goes to sleep. Slowly, his vision blurs and he felt sleepy. He’s sinking. Leon feels like he’s falling down an endless spiral of darkness. Is this a dream?