Axinite Lumiere-Fray | D1 | FIN

He was told at a young age that intelligence made the world function.

Everything had a logical execution and a logical reason for why things were the way they were.

He was only a brilliant brain among the masses. Things seem to appear in his mind like the first time he's seen it and read it. The logic of everything he's seen and read come back like a torrent of winds that flips through a book, letting the information pour out like a cool mist on the body. This was the talent that put him over the top as a Lumiere-Fray. A Lumiere-Fray family that was built for greatness as they had learned from Justice's victor and Asha's prowess to win. A villain among heroes. He would follow in the names that bend and break the district.

They had seen the brilliance that comes with his mind at such a young age. Parents honing that skill with the years that he's been alive. Days spent reading as many books, texts, and anything else he could get his hands on. There's so much knowledge in his brain, but that's all he's ever had going for him. With knowledge and a brain like his, drawbacks were expected to happen. There's gears that turn in his brain in every situation. He can remember the words from the texts on the right places to swing a blade into, except he can't manage to do it.

"C'mon Ax!"

A swing of the sword in his hands as he calculates the right spot to hit the dummy that would kill instantly. It would be a clean swipe through the chest that would cause the body to die with in seconds or bleed out. The blade had a mind of it's own as it cut into a rib which would be considered a shallow cut in the games. A breath of frustration comes from his throat. A push of energy as a hand comes into contact with his chest. Pain flourishing to life at the point of impact as he tries to catch himself before he hits the ground.

He's too late.

Dust gets on his shirt as his back hits the ground. A cough of pain releases from his throat. Eyes catching his attacker's. The sword lies out of his hand to the right as the dummy is now forgotten. The male who was the same age as him, but bigger and better looks down on him like he's not worthy of his own name. Eyes close as he tries to get up. There's an ache through his chest as he's trying to get up. All he can wish for is to be like Alex in that moment, but he couldn't. All he could do was hope to get better at things.

He still gets up.

"Is that all you got, Lumiere-Fray?"

Another shove into his chest comes like a strike of lightning. He's sent to the ground once again. More pain spreads through his body as he clambers to his feet once again. There's another hand coming, but he can see it now. There's a brief second where he moves out of the way. A shove from his own hand pushes the guy his age over. Ax might have been smart, but he wasn't as threatening as Alexandra was. A sister who could put people in their place with fists or weapons. Most of the time, just a glare will send others into submission.

All he had was his mind.

What use was a mind, when a body won't comply with the actions?

Intelligence made the world function, but strength gave man a place in the world.

The guy stumbles backwards for a second. His body screams for him to run. There's no use in running when his trainer would just shout at him again in annoyance. Instead, he lunges forward with a strike to the throat. The other guy falls back, arms wrap around his body. A struggle for control happens. He can feel himself losing. An arm pulled too far sends a small grunt out of his throat. There's pain in his bones. There's pain in his muscles. There's pain in his skin. He still fights for control.

Mother would tell him to never give in. There's always a way to solve the problem at hand. That's when the information comes into his mind. A book that explained weak point in the body. The neck was one of the weakest points when it came to hand to hand. The jab he sends at the bigger male is blocked easily. He can feel his body giving out on him slowly. His breath is getting heavier and heavier. Chest swells with pain from earlier blows and fatigue. There's shouting from somewhere else. It could be his trainer or one of his sisters. Either way, he ignores them as he tries to jab for the next again.

There's a moment when victory feels so sweet.

Eyes close shut as Axinite had knocked out his opponent with a jab to the neck.

Victory felt so sweet, except that sweetness fell as soon as the bigger male's body slumped onto his own.

Fatigue runs through his body as the adrenaline disappears.

His vision goes dark.

Axinite Lumiere-Fray passes out.

The first thing he can see when his eyes finally open are the books that lay strewn across the room. Books with labels about fighting techniques to plants that can save lives to forms of strategy to use. A mess that only he could navigate through with his focused blue eyes and the
dirty blonde head of hair. There's an ache in his skin that rumbles through his body as he climbs out of bed. No sister by his side. No mother or father. The light from his window being the only light that reaches into the room. The moon glows in it's full phase, bright and white. Ever changing with every night that comes like the changes to them all.

The moon was a piece of him, ever changing, but always there in the sky. A piece of himself with every waxing and waning movement that sends an ache through his body, but knowledge through his mind. They raised him to be the genius that he could be. A moon that glitters with the info of strategies that old military units used to use. Games of chess where pieces take over the enemy if moved in the right way. Names of moves that could be used to take down a person breaking bones that would cripple. There's enough knowledge to stuff his mind full of the information, but not enough muscle memory to follow through with them.

A lanky body that waxes and wanes with every piece of information absorbed into his brain. There wasn't much to his life, except his family. Fear of talking to others sending him into a silent world of knowledge and family. At a young age, he learned that there's no such thing as trust. Everyone is bound to stab someone in the back. It's the law of the universe. Corruption and insanity control the feeble minded. His first friend had destroyed their friendship with a betrayal of trust as he spoke the forbidden words of his undying love for a girl that sat next to him.

Alex had broken his friend's nose before the next day even had begun. A tragedy of a story, but it was the reason that he avoided everyone else. People grew in fear of who the Lumiere-Frays were. As they had gotten older and older, Axinite could see the world bending and breaking for them. They had grown into their places that their parents created for him. More and more time spent in books as he can see any sign of others avoiding him or hating him from afar. All except his sisters and the one friend that he tried keeping out of his life.

A crack that he had left open, as wide as possible, for someone to come inside and see Ax. The boy who wasn't terrifying like his sisters or cousins. He could barely take down a normal man in training. He knew how to kill. He knew what he wanted to do. Career was in their blood, but he could taste sweet freedom from it all. A life of what's next for him just around the corner. With the brain upon his head, he could become anything he wanted to become.

His friend had made him believe this for so long.

She had made him want to believe it for as long as possible.

That's until a kiss under the moon had taken that all away.

The moon was all he could trust.

The friend that he had made was gone.

Belief of a life where careers and kids could no longer be what they had to be was gone. As was his trust for her. A betrayal that had stabbed him through the heart with an arrow that shredded all ounce of Axinite Lumiere-Fray. That's how he decided to train harder to become something more. Something stronger than he truly was. A killing machine that would make Justice Fray cower in fear or hide his face in embarrassment.

A brain who could compete with the strong and the charismatic.

The moon was his friend.

Intelligence was what his parents had told him made the world function.

It was the truth.

Betrayal.

Betrayal created the drive to function better.

Axinite would function better.

Stronger.

Always smarter.

This is Axinite Lumiere-Fray's promise.