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Yuu, that boy with long braid and black hair like the night, was looking for something, anything. He knew that in his family's attic there were many ancient artifacts from the time when magic was still allowed in his country, before the genocide began against people with magical powers, magical creatures and thus everything related. It had been a massacre in which any living being susceptible to being interpreted as magical was completely removed from existence. But, as always, there were exceptions: the military or people of high rank could keep the magical artifacts of those people.
Of course the privileged people would always have those kinds of benefits, yuu didn't complain too much about that because he was very useful while with his angry look he verified a box full of planes and discarded artifacts like "dearos", those situations could be very useful for the rebels apart from enlarging the material they could use or modify... People with money can become very careless with valuables, yuu genuinely believed that thanks to his parents' carelessness is that he had a good eye on such things.
It had not been so long since the war in his country began. It all started with rebel groups rising up against the government. Yuu clearly remembered the years of quarantine, locked up at home with his brothers. They had to study within those four walls. Being the sons of a military general and the daughter of a former minister brought them both benefits and prejudices, but I already felt their mind wandering. Yuu kept looking box by box in that dark attic, so closed that he could hardly see what he was touching. Even so, he forced his sight, until his starry eyes, shining like curious stars, saw a mirror.
He did not look at it for long and continued to rummage through the stacked objects. In some boxes he found simple things, such as photos of him with his sister aneira or with his brother lerofey. Although they didn't seem important - maybe that's why they were there - what surprised him most was to find images of aneira among those junk. Perhaps it was because they had so many that they no longer fit on the walls or furniture of the mansion.
« has the room they made to hang more pictures of aneira been filled? »,he muttered to himself.
That thought out loud reminded him, unconsciously, how unimportant he and his brother were to his parents. But it no longer mattered. Now aneira, lerofey and yuu were on the same side; All three believed in the same thing: that the people of their nation needed justice. Belonging to the military corps from such a young age should not have been for nothing after all his last name was very well known "valemont ", he was not proud but he was not ashamed to have that as his last name he honestly did not care in the least about the history of his last name or his parents much less the atrocities they did in the past, it is not as if it was the only thing his family has done.
Since when did he have the right to even question those decisions?
What a useless thought.
After a while searching, he managed to find some magical artifacts with firearms or white shapes. It wasn't much, but at least it was enough for now, they could make some modifications using the materials of each weapon.
Believing that he had everything he needed, he prepared to leave the attic quietly, but in the attempt he knocked down a box. Exhausted, yuu took out his cell phone to let his brother know that he had found some things, although it would take him a while to relocate them. He left his backpack aside, next to the phone and wallet; He didn't want them to fall down while he was collecting the scattered objects. He looked out the window for a while and could see with much effort some servants carrying a guillotine with the help of some wheels or some kind of carriage he really could not remember the name.
Although perhaps it was not worth remembering the name of those instruments of public humiliation as they were used to remember the power that military families had over citizens, Also to remind their children that no matter how mercilessly they will be humiliated with death, dying should not be something shameful but they would transform that intimate moment into something intensely uncomfortable like humiliation. He couldn't deny that seeing situations like that didn't really make him feel sadness or sorrow, no, it just caused disappointment to the harm done to something as pure as death.
Upon seeing the box on the floor, he realized the mess he had made during his search. When he finally considered that everything was more or less in place, he walked away a few steps to observe the result, but then his back crashed into the mirror... and everything turned black.
Yu considered that he was not someone who would normally complain about things but definitely wanted to be explicit with a complaint at this time after all it was his mind and this situation was going to turn out in a very very inconvenient way so mentally it was all explicit he wanted to be.
Damn it, could he not have a quiet moment? Or was he asking too much? He definitely wanted to hit that mirror, he also thought he didn't want to see mirrors again for a while.
He was definitely no longer in the attic of his home. Neither in your country. Not even in your world.
If he saw a mirror again, I expected him to at least speak to justify himself for the tremendous stupidity of having swallowed it which vacuum cleaner, yuu was angry, well, He thinks being angry has always been too confusing for him to know if he was angry or stressed but something like that he felt.