[centre][color=Silver][h1][u]Grant Hyral[/u][/h1][/color]
[@wolverbells][@QT][@HecateProxy][@Jinxer][@LordVoldemort][@Ambra]
[color=Gold][sub]Snowy Mountains[/sub][/color]
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	Grant took in the scenery more than anyone else. So much, in fact, that he actually stopped where he was. The blizzard began to clear up, as everyone began to shout. That meant the rush to the cabin was afoot. But Grant...He had never seen something so breathtaking in his life.

	Sure, to most people, it was just a few mountain peaks and tops over some clouds, but to Grant it was something so much more. It was awe-inspiring. He looked out, walking slightly closer to the edge for the full view. Only a dim shade of light fluttered through the foggy clouds above, but even then, he felt sandwiched between two layers of clouds. It created a picturesque beauty in his mind. He finally had done it. He'd finally reached the top of the world as humanity knew it. The storms and blizzards were now below him, and for once, he stood on top of it all. A real titan, now he was. Every blink flashed an image into his mind of nostalgia. Every second he stared ahead...He remembered it all.

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[color=pink][b]"Grant, dear...Can you go grab the pitchfork for your father? He seems to be in a grump because he can't find it himself."[/b][/color] The jovial and soothing tone of his own creator turned his attention away from the small journal he would sketch. From there, small images of roughly drawn hills and meadows laid as only scribbles and sketches. Sure, Grant wasn't an artist, but for his own standards it was quite good to keep on him. A calm hand scruffed his ruffled blonde hair as he looked upwards, his mother smiling dearly at him. She was a lot nicer than father was. It was sometimes a wonder how the two managed to get paired together. Sometimes she would joke that it was the way the world was, and that she loved him for what he is inside. Whether or not Grant could see it, he knew his mother was right.

	With a nod and a chair pushed away from a rigid table, he set on his way for the small side-door of the home. It was quite an impressive structure for something as small as this family. Three adults and a child...Another on its way, as Grant was told. He wanted a brother, someone who he could grow up and forge a strong and similar relationship with. But either way, a sister wouldn't be too bad as well. Someone compassionate to balance out the sometimes awkward family tensions. Mateo had only been home for a few months, and already the heat between his father and Mateo made grant feel uncomfortable. No one told him why, but he was sure that his father knew. Everytime he'd ask, however, he'd be shunned with sometimes uncalled-for words of hate.

	He made his way forwards, towards the barn, where his father lost nearly every tool under the sun. As he wandered in, Mateo sat up top in the rafters tinkering with some more exercise gear. Mateo seemed to do that a lot, and Grant's father seemed to hate it. But who could blame him? The man was a solider, a successful one, and he would do whatever it took to keep that with him for his temporary work holiday. Well...Grant thought it was a work holiday.

[color=Silver][b]"Uncle Mateo! You tightening the balancing test so it won't be too slacked?"[/b][/color] Grant called up, grabbing the pitchfork as if it were a cakewalk to find. He looked back upwards, seeing his young uncle smile back down at him.

[color=Aqua][b]"Nah, Swifty...I've got to disassemble it. We'll be heading out soon."[/b][/color] Mateo gave a slight sigh and a yawn. It took him forever to set up, and disassembling it was likely taking him as long as it did before. It was hard work, but you couldn't fault him. Mateo may not have done very much for the farm itself, but he'd done a lot for Grant as a whole. The two were practically brothers, despite the moderately large age gap and difference in size. Mateo was a good man. He was there for Grant, practically his best friend. Grant had barely had any friends for a very long time, seeing as he'd lived his life outside the walls on this lonely farm.

[color=Silver][b]"You've told Dad, right? So I can come?!"[/b][/color] Grant began to smile giddily, slightly jumping in his spot with excitement. Finally, he could leave the farm and explore the walls! [color=Silver][b]"I want to visit all the shops! Go in all the homes,
talk to all the visitors! I wanna climb a mountain too! If I could climb a mountain Uncle Mateo I'd b-"[/b][/color]

[color=Aqua][b]"Be on top of the world...I know."[/b][/color] His uncle smiled back at the pleasure his nephew was experiencing. [color=Aqua][b]"I'll see if I can meet up with Marissa...I'm sure finding her will give you the opportunity to climb one of them at some point of our travels..."[/b][/color]

	That night was the night of the departure. Mateo had stocked the travelling gear more than his brother had expected. It was clear that Mateo wanted to bring Grant, but his father had denied. That was the night of the violence, the smashing tables and plates thrown at one another. It was the night of tears from a mother's perspective, getting exasperated over the inner fighting. That was the night Mateo had to take Grant, out of the protection he had to offer. That was the night where he spent his last few restless minutes in his home, never to return...Or at least for now.

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	Grant opened his eyes, breathing heavily, before seeing that everyone was already at the end of the trail at the Cabin. Smiling to himself, he thought of the people he was with. He never talked to anyone enough to be called a friend. Yet, he was glad to be there. To share training with a collection of misfits and wonders. It was quite beautiful to cross his mind. For once, he felt like he was at home for once in his life.

	By the time Grant got closer, he heard a command from Gabriel. Launching a projectile of snow straight into the air, it slammed into Tanner's head. Grant already sensed what was happening, and took to his knee, as if to tie up his boot laces. The laughter and silence between the first shot had ceased the peace between everyone here, when suddenly Grant stepped back upwards. There was one in either hand, curved almost solidly and perfectly that it seemed a waste to throw it in the first place. But Grant walked forward, the snow crumbling beneath his feet. As he got within range, he pelted two, one flying in the air, straight into the back of the head of Gabriel, another through the air and into the face of Olivia.

	Grant cracked a grin, as he wandered closely, still casual. His blonde ruffled hair blew in the surprisingly gentle winds as he slipped another into his hand, watching the reactions of his comrades.

[color=Silver][b]"Haven't learnt anything in Strategies and Tactics, the lesson? Shame...Two of you are now dead."[/b][/color]