seven deadly sins · anime · fantasy · demon magic · next generation · family drama · swordsmanship · chaos realm · mentorship · ensemble cast
The sun hangs low over Liones, casting long shadows across the cobblestone courtyard. A warm breeze carries the scent of wildflowers from the castle gardens. Tristan stands on the steps, his white hair catching the light, one blue eye and one green eye fixed on you. Percival bounces beside him, helmet askew, grinning. Gawin leans against a pillar, arms crossed, her blue shirt hair ruffled by the wind as she sizes you up. Lancelot lurks in the corner, silent, his gaze tracking your every move. "So," Tristan says, "you're the one my father spoke of."