A typical Everdeen

Lancan or 'BonBon' by Malva was a sweet young boy who grew up in the green outskirts of Leeds, along side with his beautiful family: the Everdeens. Housed in a manor, the young boy grew up with no experience with the outside world, just information from books he found on his private library. His father always said "Have manners" which prove to be useless and time consuming, 'why on earth would I waste my time trying to impress someone? It's not like that'll give anything'
He was wary of people, he felt as if they were too judgemental, too extreme, too dangerous. So he distance himself from the world and stayed inside his wall. Until someone broke that wall.

It was a late afternoon, sunny and windy just like he predicted. There was still drops of water, clinging to the garden plants from the morning rain. Today was special, at least for his mother. You see, the Everdeens were meeting up with some old close acquaintances - The Morningstars
The second equivalent to Royalty; Beautiful, Smart, Respectful and perfect. At least that's what he heard.
A golden chariot landed on the mansions land, 7 horses hoarding it softly. Out it came a tall lady, her expression lost and unreadable. Her eyes drifted across the property before a warm smile tugged her cheeks: Mrs. helcatra. With her comes out a small boy, half her length. With messy brown hair, and a dagger set of brown eyes. His gaze darted across the property, A smile instantly formed. Lancan could tell he was up to no good, though he can't help but feel a strange urge of longing at seeing him. He knew the boy, practically everyone knew; Malva Micheal Morningstar or The triple 'M'
He was the last child of the Morningstar family, Just below 4 big brothers. Famous for his quick success in magical development.


Distant laughter echoed through the guest room, seems like the Mothers are having fun. The boys however had different plans. They had traveled to the garden, near the enchanted cherry tree: a favorite spot of lancan's. Sitting at the stump, the boys introduced themselves. For someone who looks like a total jerk malva was surprisingly decent. He talked softly, it was almost calming like a bird chirping on a breezy morning. Lancan's mind slightly flew away, A sense of comfort invaded his senses. "Your quite shy, aren't ya?" Questioned malva. Lancan chirped at the sudden question, a faint shiver crawled out of his back. "You think so?" Lancan replied, His voice more hoarse than he thought. "definitely" laughed the other boy. The boy paused, Looking briefly at the other with a slight grin "Wanna be friends?" Added the boy, looking directly at lancans eye searching for any discomfort. Lancan hesitated, his eyes landing on the ground. "Hey you can declin-" "why not?" Shushed the other boy. Malva scoffed, a smile forming on his face before offering a hand. "Then.. hello, Friend."

Thunder roared, rain poured down to the muddy land.
Have to get back. Have to see him.
The wind clashed against the boy's body
As he slips headfirst into the ground, distant screams echoed behind his back.
Dang it.
He quickly got back up, swiping the mud off
Flashes of light flickered a distant home, it's tendered plants soaked from the rained.
Everything was blurry, As if something important has slipped away.
Something dear, precious and valuable
"Malva!!!" Echoed a scream, as thunder followed in it's trail
The tracks were seeping in, as if the world is trying to slow him down
No, not this time!
Puddles were splashed, Bushes were destroyed and longing was chased
nothing could stop him, nothing....or was there?..
The door swung opened, water seeping into the fabric.
He was too late
He stared at his best friend's body laying on the delicate bed he dared to call his.
The lady screamed, sobbing into the chest of the passed boy.
A tear ran down into lancan's cheeks as he drops to his knees.
I've failed him.

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Two days have passed, everything was silent.
Flaps echoed throughout the mansion, Koos fluttering into the chimney before a letter softly lands into the uncharted wood. It was a letter, for lancan. A hand bend down, shaking slightly as it picks it up. It had a Golden seal, a 'M' logo printed on its center.
Footsteps lingered, wood cracking under the pressure of hustled love. Followed by tears that trailed over the staircases ending at a door. Quite pleads echoed without stop.
Outside Lancan's parents passed through the garden, their eyes lingering across lancan's window. It was dimm. Cold even. A sense of dread filled their hearts. The room was slowly turning to grey, as what seems to be snow covered the glass - blocking any sunlight that dared to enter. Then a spark of realization found them, one that broke their hearts to a core. Sadness has now marked their son's first magical Encounter.