Leo Element Sign Novels & Stories

exclaimed Leon angrily. “I have a potion to increase energy, but I also have a potion bottle that contains the opposite. The problem is, I forgot which is which," he said, smiling broadly. He then took out two blue bottles that were exactly the same. The two bottles floated in the air before them. "It's like a game of choice," muttered Claire. "Wait! I remember who Dolos is now. He is the god of lies and deceit,” Leon exclaimed. "I don't think you have a choice. You can't get out of this abyss with Eris's energy which isn't enough anymore,” he said again.

"Leo, help me get him onto the medical cot." Leo, a young Beastkin with the protruding tusks of an Orc and the gentle heart of a scholar, stepped forward. His movements were fluid and powerful, effortlessly taking the brunt of the stranger's weight. Unlike the warriors of the Northern Citadel, Leo spent his free time sketching the ruins in a tattered notebook, but in moments of crisis, he was the squad’s unwavering muscle. "He is heavy," Leo noted, his voice a low rumble. "And his scent... it is dense, Rhea. Like a storm held behind a dam."

Leo turned five in early spring. He was a bright, energetic boy with a kind heart and an endless curiosity about the world. On his birthday, Elena threw a small party at the park with a few friends from daycare. Leo wore a paper crown and blew out five candles on a homemade chocolate cake, making a wish with his eyes squeezed shut. Later that evening, as she tucked him into bed, Leo looked up at her with those stormy gray eyes that were so much like his father’s and asked the question again. “Mama… do I have a daddy somewhere?”

“One I’ve been carrying quietly for a while.” Damian met her eyes. “Tell me.” She looked down at their son, thumb brushing his tiny knuckles. “Leo.” Damian repeated it slowly, tasting the sound. “Leo.” “It means lion-hearted,” Arielle said. “Brave. Strong. Not ruthless. Just… steady.” Something tightened in Damian’s chest. “Lion-hearted,” he murmured. “Not a conqueror. A protector.” “Yes,” she said simply. He nodded, emotion flickering openly across his face. “I like it. I like it a lot.”

Leo warns his brother after dinner. “I just don’t want to forget them,” Lean forms his hands into fists, trying to vocalize the words in his head. Leo taps Lean’s shoulder twice before resting his hand on him. He releases a heavy sigh after realizing the fact that Luna's not the only one he should be concerned about. Lean needs attention and support to cope with their loss.