Zero Air [O]

[Drake]

the girl and her light

"Senasa you will grow to be a lovely girl". Feeling the chill from the air flowing under the door into the small tavern room. Drake started to rub his eyes, he was tired and felt like staying in bed; but he had to go meet his contact. An old man who was a friend of his deiced master, he was going to learn about magic conversion and other extra things; also taking a few books from the old man. He stepped out of the bed, onto a the cold floor. He than started to get dressed, packing his stuff into the brown backpack. He opened the taverns door and walked down the hallway to the stairs; giving off a loud and large yawn so large that Drakes jaw locked up.

He saw the taverns owner down stairs cleaning, she was a well kept women also intelligent. He pulled out a few coins and give her them, it was Drakes way of paying for the room. He walked outside to the sun starting to rise into the sky, he had miles walk into he was at the old mans house. He walked down the road hearing the sounds of birds singing, it was annoying but drake was still in the morning stages so it being quite was a good thing to him. He than heard the voice of someone yelling.

" Move out of the way, your going to get hit if you don't".

Drake turned around to see a women with brown hair riding a horse, she kept yelling at Drake to move. It took while into he could react jumping to the side of the road; he saw her rush past him. Her facial expression showed worry and determination. Drake then saw two males chasing at full speed on their own horses, they both looked greedy and blood hungry. Drake started to come to conclusion about what must have happened, but this was not the time to stop and think he had to get the old mans house before he can deal with this problem.

He walked for a good thirty minutes, seeing a stone house. He approached the door of the house, it had a small crest on a stone next to the door. Drake knocked on the door.

"Anyone home, I'm the Iron Mage. I got a letter saying to come to this small village"

The door than opened up, a small man then poked his head outside the door and looked around. He facial expression was blank yet it was content as if he knew that someone was watching him from a distance. He then looked Drake in the eyes and motioned him to come inside the house. Drake stepped inside walked to center of the living room; the old man closed the door and walked over to large basement door on the ground. He pulled it up and started to walk down stairs, the way the man was acting started to creep Drake out.

He than came back up from the basement with a book, he handed it to Drake and pointed to the door. Drake figured the man must of had a problem with his master or he was being a old fart both ways; this exchange was done. Drake left the house and started to walk back in the direction of the nearest town. Drake then decided to look at the book, it was about magic conversion nothing that important, helpful but not important. Drake started to read as he walked on the side of the dirt road. He did not want another incident of early, he managed to make it back the tavern alright but something seemed off.

It was not into he over heard a conversation, about the girl who could draw light from the sky. That it started to kind of make sense, the whole horse chasing. Drake found himself more interested, now that this new magic was being talked about; he wanted to be the first person to learn about but he may need some help who would be willing to help him.

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[Zerachiel]

Ah indeed, some things were always quite strange as the priest found himself wandering further then he intended. Of course, he didn't want to stay away from The Pasture for too long, however a rumour that he had heard amongst the flock was interesting. A girl with light from the sky, as if shining it from upon the heavens, was something that definitely the priest would look for. Of course, their religion consisted of Naga the Divine Manakete, but she was mortal, as was Grima the Fell Dragon. It seemed counter-productive to think of these two as full gods, and in a way, the priest had this practical view. If those two could rival the heavens, so could others. So this didn't surprise him more so then render the man curious.

Particularly, since he was a man of many magical talents himself. With a soft step, he arrived at the village where the girl was rumoured to reside, and gently opened the door to the tavern, letting the warmer air then the outside seep to him. He had a feeling they were near the border of Feroxi, but he could not prove that statement without a map. It just felt right to be located there for some reason, and the black garbed man walked confidently to the tavern keeper. He shortly conversed with the woman, smiling gently the entire while. Of course, it would seem at first that he was no man of faith, but his neck was adorned with two religious symbols. And the staff on his back...

Well it was quite simple to tell from that, despite his lack of robes or white dress. He was a man in mourning, and perhaps by now, after years, the rumours of his existence and presence would have already made it's way into the ear of many. Although that could not be expected, as his eyes searched for a table, finding only one that was free unfortunately. People were gathering in this tavern for information, and the brown haired male walked to said table, and then cleared his throat, announcing his presence to the book reader. ''I am sorry, my Child to disturb you so, but may I seat with you? It seems contrary to my efforts to arrive relatively early, every table is already taken.'' he spoke softly. Of course, his habit of addressing everyone as child presented itself. The tone he had, was a gentle man, one of that was used to the priesthood, and held no offensive connotations to the male before him.

In so far as the priest knew, all of them, him included, were still children to the Divine Manakete Naga. So it shouldn't bother anyone that they would be called a Child. Of course, there were many that simply shrugged it off, due to him being a Priest, and others that wondered why. Well, in any case, he would wait for this one's answer before either having to exit and find another place, or simply lean against the wall and wait. There were many options, but something was pulling him here, to this free table. Perhaps it was his sixth sense, perhaps it was just his training as a mage, but he felt like this man had something quite special. Tingles of magic seemed to touch Zerachiel as he stayed near by, and it wasn't unpleasant.

It felt like a subtle comforting touch from an old friend after a very long time of lonely absence from each other's company.

Drake

Relax god is in control watch the dot take your meds obey my demands trust my dog time for surgery. Last time was the last time, this time you're 100 percent.

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