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The room, if that is what you could call it, was simple and bright. There was no physical ceiling to speak off but instead a whimsical collection of clouds and flashing lights, like fireflies. The floor was bronze with a hint of gold speckled throughout. A massive golden door with two large wooden handles stood on one side of the room that shaped a perfect circle. Spaced evenly and forming a smaller circle inside the room were stools... simple wooden stools for such a mystical and awestrucking place. The chairs were all occupied, with the exception of three, by white robbed men and women. Each and everyone of them held different unique characteristics but the same bland robe. The brightness of the room made everything harder to see as if looking through a thick mist, but the beings in the room seemed to not be bothered by this. Finally one spoke... an older looking man with a long flowing beard of white snow.

He stood painfully up and stated to his companions, "Well, let us wait no longer. I have called forth this meeting to address a new threat to our world. I am sure everyone is more then knowledgeable about this complication and that you all have your own opinion on the matter," The man spoke softly and with a soothing assurance to the group as some shifted uneasily in their seat about the threat.

"However, we are not here to share our thoughts but to instead agree upon a solution." The elder nodded towards a younger man, perhaps in his early twenties. The handsome and seemingly perfect young man stood and brushed his robe, which was simply for show as there was no dust in this place. "Thank you Sir," said the man to the elder, "I have foreseen what is to become of Hais at its current path and the outcome is not pleasant. I have already developed a plan to..." A mountain of a man stood, his robe barely fitting across his wide chest. He interrupted the young speaker and growled, "Why are you in charge of developing a plan? Your no better then any of the rest of us and are far less experienced in the ways of the Avatar."

"Grimlock, if you please..." The white haired man said. His voice edgy daring the brute to speak again. "Yondee aspect makes him the lead candidate in deciding anything. Please continue." The man said, gesturing once again to the young Yondee.

"Thank you. As I was saying, I have seen that the most logical course of action for us is to pressure certain humans to complete our tasks. We are not permitted in their realm so it is pointless to try and save the world on our own but some of these humans show promise and could easily prevent the death of Hais. We simply need to guide them."

A woman asked, "And who should we influence?"

"There are several candidates so we should use them all. Latter when the future becomes more clear, I will decide who is the best choice."

The brute spoke again, despite his warning, "The best choice for what? What is it exactly that we want this human to do?"

The grey haired man replied with, "I am guessing... we want him to kill... our threat?" Yondee simply nodded. There was mumbling among the Avatars as they contemplated the option. Could a human kill one of their own?

The day was warm, the sun beating down across the land giving life to the plants and sparkle to the rivers and lakes. The small creatures left their underground homes in search of food, and the predators soon followed.
On the Far East side of Yortec Forest, which was easily the largest forest in Hais, stood the small Village of Garron. Small thatched house stood side by side near the town square, which was little more than an irregular square of dirt. Far from the center of town, the farms stood their crops almost ready for harvest. The wheat was golden, the corn was growing well. Near the lake on the north side of the village stood a hill, and on this hill stood a little house. Off to the side of the stonework building was a smaller building, round with a large chimney breaking the continuity of the circle.
Inside, a man toiled away at a sword, each blow of his hammer shaping the weapon further, until it was just the right shape. Carefully he took the heated metal blade from the anvil and dipped it into the bucket of water beside him. Scalding steam came out from the bucket, and soon the metal weapon had cooled sufficiently to be touched.
Some of his finest work he thought, as he hung the sword on the near empty rack near the forge. Though not nearly as fancy as a blade a noble might carry, the weapon would nevertheless be efficient; nothing he ever made seemed to need much repair. The only other things on the rack were an axe and his other forging hammer, the one that had belonged to his master before he had passed away.
A knock came at the door of the building, small and feeble and close to the ground.

"Hello?" Called Iaetus as he turned to see who it was, his voice light and calm.

A small boy opened the door to his smithy, walking in to speak with him. Dressed in a green linen shirt with sleeves too long for his arms, tan pants, and a wood colored straw hat, he wasn't quite ready to deal with the heat from the room. He coughed and began to sweat as he backed out of the building.

Iaetus laughed. "I'll be out in a minute."

Taking his apron off, he grabbed his vest on the way out and quickly pulled it on before stepping out, leaving his apron hanging on the makeshift hanger just behind the door.

"Hello sir," the boy said. His freckles moved aside to reveal a smile missing only the few teeth he had lost to age.

Iaetus looked down at the boy. "What seems to be the trouble lad?"

"My father's scythe is broken, and he was hoping you could fix it before gathering season begins," he spoke, his polite words marred somewhat by the speed at which his spoke.

"Alright, Mark," Iaetus said to the boy. "Lead the way."

Mark chattered on and on about his brother this and girls that and growing those and planting these as they strolled down the beaten dirt path toward the farmlands further South of the town. Iaetus was used to this however, and even replied to a few of the boy’s questions. Mark's father Morried was always having problems with his farm equipment, so Iaetus was constantly making trips to help fix the problems. Of course, he always got his fair share of the harvest when gathering season was done.
Absent mindedly, Iaetus had forgotten to put his hammer down and had brought it with him. Whether this was nothing more than forgetfulness or an omen of things to come was yet to be seen.

The canopy of the forest shuffled slightly in the breeze, causing a mottled design of sunlight to dance along the forest floor. A slender elf with hair so black it glimmered blue leaned over, plucking a delicate orange flower with red edging along the petals. She lifted the specimen to her nose and inhaled deeply, nodding in satisfaction as she withdrew a short, square glass jar and popped the flower into it before resealing it. "Aliarium flowers. I don't think I have anything in my pouch that makes an analgesic as potent as that one." She patted her bag before following the trail again that would lead her to the nearest town.

Ilarasinria Lanlynnar had spent the past week and a half travelling to the kingdom of Hais, hearing from another traveller that a town on the outskirts of the country was having difficulty with their irrigation system. A drought had ravaged the small town for a month, bringing their crops and livestock close to ruin. Ilara would prevent devastation if she could, if the Avatar of Water saw it fit to cure their plagued lands. She used her walking staff to bat away a couple of large, loose rocks that were in the path, not wanting them to cause someone's wagon wheel to break. The elven girl sighed heavily, wishing that more people thought of others, rather than being selfish or lazy. If only they could think outside of the moment, seeing how their actions would affect others. Then maybe she would finally settle down somewhere.... The thought brought a smile to her lips. A life without adventuring? Whoever heard of such a thing!

Daylight was starting to reach its peack as she finally exited the forest. The sun was bright and hot, making her thankful that she had worn light clothing for this trip. She shielded her eyes with her hand, leaning on her walking stick as she surveyed the land before her. The traveller had apparently told the truth. Dry dirt as far as the eye could see, dust being kicked up by the breeze and absolutely no green in sight. Ilara decided that she could help the townspeople, Avatar willing, and she extended her hand forward towards the barren land, singing a song of praise for the Avatar of Water as she tried to invoke its assistance.

A gentle rain began to fall upon the land and darker clouds were sighted in the distance. The light rain was to nourish the land and to prepare it for the coming rains. Too much water at once would cause floods which would probably just make their situation worse. So Ilara stood there with the soft rain falling around her, channeling all of her energy into the storm.

((This is rather rushed so forgive any errors please. XD))

Peacefull. The Great Plains just outside Hais Trumble- the name given to the capital of Hais- rolled on and on with "peacefull" hills. The grass would flay gracefully in the wind as if in some elaborate dance. A dance only those in tune with nature would know andl, well, very few Haisian's were in tune with the grace of the flowers. If one could only sit down and listen... they would here them speak. What could flowers and grass possibly say to us you might ask? Well, at the moment, they would say run as not to far away, a stampeed was coming. A rush of Gremhoff Bulls, this worlds version of a cow, trampled through interupting the balad of wind and grass. The stangest sight, however, was not that such "peacefull" creatures were in an uproar, but that a young man was clutching on to the back of one such beast. The man's lengthy black hair flowed behind himl, dripping out dirt and sweat from his forhead.

"DON'T HOLD BACK ON ME NOW!!!" The young man shouted. He was obviously enjoying himself. The bulls tossed and turned while rampaging through the open fields. This lasted several minutes until the bulls rushed over a steep hill. On the other side, a beastly man stood, clad in silver/grey armor clutching his pearly helmet in one hand and raising another up in front. His battle scarred face and deep black eyes showed that he was not one for playing games. The man said no words but the bulls somehow knew not to continue. Some screeched to a halt while others ran around but none dared get to close to the armored warrior. The young man, who was on the lead bull, was flung forward and off the beast, landing rather hard at the grey knight's feet. He blinked and rubbed his head saying, "Uh.... Hi!"

"Master Tidus..." The Knight said, "Will you please stop your disturbance of the wildlife and accompany me back to the castle... Now." He threw in the 'Now' to show he was not for jokes and games at the moment.

Tidus let out a sigh and stood up to begin his trudge back home. Either he was in trouble or... he was in trouble. Either way, his father probably had a mouthfull to give him.

The ground was dark, damp and somewhat "moving" with small bug creatures.
A large hoof hit the floor, followed up with another hoof clobbering against the dark damp floor.
A large daemon stood tall, wielding an odd guitar in his hands, glowing a dark purple.
The guitars headstock ended with a possesed skull on the end, with constant purple flames flowing through out the skull's eye sockets.

Alexanders rough hairy red fingers plucked slowly away on the strings of the guitar. He walked slowly up the dark cave making a clacking noise every time his hoof hit the floor, a melodic tune echoed through out the cave as Alexander played his guitar slowly as he walked onwards.
His eyes had gotten used to the darkness of the caves, he had lived in one for nearly all his life. His eyes where a bright emerald green, only to be shaddowed by the thick pair of sunglasses he wore. As he moved closer to the surface, light could be seen. His dark red body started to stand out from the dark cave the more he moved on, his guitar no longer lit up the walls of the cave, as sunlight had started to shine on through.

Alexander looked around the scarred wasteland, standing still on top of a steep hill. The wind blew his thick long brown hair from side to side, whilst pieces of his black leather jacket would move slightly due to the wind. He gripped his guitar tight, staring endlessly upon the horison.
His coarse red fingers started to move majestically over his fret board, plucking away at the strings of his guitar, Flames started to spew from the skulls head, as Alexanders finger's started to pluck faster away at the strings, producing an ear blowing noise, as he continued to play one of his deadly solos. Sharp quick noises would echo out of the guitar into the hills, whilst a flame aura started to cover the daemons body.

A few minutes later, his music would slow, as his fingers ended up again, slowly plucking away at a string. String after string.
The clouds had started to engulf the sun, eating away at the sunrays that used to light up the scarred wasteland that Alex called home
"Something doesnt feel right." He whispered to himself with a dark deep voice.
He turned to the direction of the Hais Kingdom, his Sworn enemy. And slowly began to walk.

(Sorry, theres not much going. i need someone to meet up with or something to get the story going or something.)

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Finally, Iaetus and Mark reached the farm. The log cabin house had been built by Morried with trees from the Yortec Forest, and his barn and silo built from the same trees stood behind his house. Fields of grain stood at attention, ready for the harvest soon to come.
Morried stood at his front door, a large smile on his face. The burly man wrapped his hand around Iaetus hand, and nearly shook his arm out of its socket.
"Well, you've come! And not a moment to soon. You've always been one for punctuality though, haven't you?" Morried said, the twinkle in his eyes telling more about his personality than anything else. Iaetus smiled back.
"Well, Harvest Day is not too far away, right? You’re going to need to be ready," Iaetus replied. Morried led him around to the back where he had left his broken farm tool.
Iaetus whistled. "How'd you manage to break it like that?" The metal blade of the scythe had been broken clean in half.
"I'm not really sure," Morried replied sheepishly. "Though truthfully, I wasn't even doing anything strenuous with it. I was just cleaning it, and the blade snapped right in half!"
Iaetus looked doubtfully at him. "You can't be serious. It would require some strength to break it like that, especially without bending it or even shattering it." The break was completely clean.
"I was hoping you might be able to figure out what happened when you fixed it," Morried said.
Perplexed, Iaetus picked up the scythe pieces and was ready to carry it back to his forge. But then, he smelled something burning.
"Are you cooking something?" Iaetus asked. "I think its burning."
"No," Morried replied, his tone worried. "I don't cook until its time for dinner."
Smoke began to drift from the other side of the house.
"Damn! What is going on?" Morried said, hurrying around to the other side of the house with Iaetus and Mark right behind him.
At the far side of the grain field, the smoke plume started to grow larger and thicker, a black streak across the sky.
"The field’s are on fire!" Cried Morried. "I'm going to lose my harvest! Quick, the pair of you! We need to put it out!"
The three of them quickly ran to the well in front of the house and began filling buckets to put out the fire. They ran as fast as they could, hauling the buckets with them.
But it was too late. The fire had grown very fast, and there pitiful little buckets were not going to stop the fire.
Soon, the three were back at the house, digging a trench between the fields and the house, hoping to stop the fire from reaching the house.

(I think that’s something you can do to slow down or stop a fire. I think.)

The pair traveled as briskly as Tidus would allow, considering his rather distracted personality. The warrior that was escorting him was known as General Grall and an intimidating person to ride with to say the least. His loyalty to the crown surpassed any other and he devoted himself fully to any and all issues that affected him. The Avatar of Earth blessed him with great control over the ground around him as well as people. Just one stare would force a man to his knees... well, everyone but Tidus it seemed. Tidus never cared much for the scare factor that Grall put into his attitude. In Tidus' eyes, it made him seem weaker for forcing people to do as he willed instead of getting them to willing put forth their services.

Tidus stopped his horse for the tenth time and General Grall turned to proceed with his usual shouting for the young Prince to keep going, however, this time... Tidus had a right reason to stop. He sniffed the air cautiously, wondering what it was that caught his attention. Grall let out a low growl saying, "For Hais sake boy, do you have to stop every five seconds?"

Tidus lifted his hand to silence his escort. Although Grall was issued an order to bring the boy home and held a much more authoritative demeanor, it was in fact Tidus who held the power of the group. He was royalty after all. Tidus sniffed curiously until he recognized the smell. Fire. "Come quickly." Tidus spoke as he took off over the plains to a nearby hill so as to get a better view of his surroundings.

"If this is one of your games Tidus, I swear I will tie your feet by a rope and drag you home." Grall was at his wits end with Tidus' foolishness but upon reaching the top of the hill, he realized that this was not one of his tricks. Just down the other side of the hill, was a small village. Outside the village was a farm and beside the farm... was a fire. A large fire and it was growing alarmingly fast. Tidus wasted no more time and took off down the hill to aid the people below. Grall had no time to yell at Tidus and was forced to follow after. They raced down towards the group of men trying to put out the fire and dismounted, looking for something to help fight the fire... at least, Tidus was. Grall was an impatient man and went straight ahead to the fire stopping some feet away from the temporary trench that held it off for now.

"MOVE PEASANTS!" He shouted out to the other commoners nearby.

The General slid his right foot out and stretched his arms wide, resembling a bear on his hind legs. With a quick thrust, he threw both arms to the left and did a quick and powerful stomp in the direction with his left foot. The effect was astounding. The very earth beneath his feet seemed to crack and a makeshift fissure appeared. Graff echoed the same movement to his right and again, a fissure formed. He then dipped his shoulders low and bent his knees as if lifting something a hundred times his size, which he sorta was. The ground rumbled and cracked as Grall's bear claw hands pushed upward. Finally, he pulled inward and gave a might push out and the ground leaped up from its current spot creating a wave of dirt and dust to fly high in the sky and come crashing forward onto the consuming fire below. The dust clouded the area and Grall was no where to be seen. Tidus shielded his eyes and called out, "General!?! Are you still alive?"
"You fool boy!" Said a mighty voice as Grall calmly appeared out of the dust. "Mother Earth will never harm me."

Tidus smirked and looked about him, proud that they came to the rescue for the farmer, however... he was a bit concerned with what the farmer will do now with half his crop burnt and the other half upturned by Grall's actions. Not to mention he failed to notice the fire that had spread around the other side of the hill and was quickly approaching the village. It wouldn't be long till the group realized that...

((If I stole any of your thunder, you can have your chance with the other part of the fire. ))

A blanket was resting between the stalks of grain, a small lump hidden beneath it. The figure beneath the blanket also wore a too-large cloak which was sewn together at the front, creating something more like a brown hooded dress than a cloak, and tucked in the sleeper's left elbow was a dragon marionette. The sleeping Shade began to twitch, partly because a large caterpillar had made its way beneath the heavy cloth and onto her cheek. The Shade slowly opened her eyes and raised her hand to scratch said cheek.

"SACRED AVATAR! GETITOFFGETITOFFGETITOFF!" she screamed in her mind, forgetting to apologize to the Avatars for swearing. She leaped from beneath the blanket, reaching into the hood of her cloak to catapult the fuzzy larva into the far reaches of the field. However, as she grabbed it, she also tore a few hairs from her head, flinging them along with the worm. Eiktyaghhurune the Shade was, quite obviously, deathly afraid of insects.

She shuddered and wiped her cheek with her over-sized sleeve before picking up her blanket and judging the time of day by the shadows. "A bit after noon," she thought. "It's crazy to be up so early." She was just about to go back to sleep when a glint of light caught her attention. Focusing in the blinding daylight, she squinted at the whatever-it-was before recognizing just what she was seeing. "S... sacred Avatar..." Her eyes widened. Those few Shade hairs and the noonday sun were just enough to catch the grain on fire. Dropping the blanket and her marionette, she immediately rushed to the scene of the blaze, attempting to pat it out with her sleeves. The only thing she really did was fan the flames, which in consequence made her pat harder, and a vicious cycle began. By the time she was all-out flailing, the fire was too much for any one Shade to deal with, so she made the decision to bail. Snatching up the blanket and toy she made a run for it, but it just so happened that she was in the exact center of the field, so escape was rather futile. Still, all she could do was put as much distance between her and the fire as she could and hope that someone would help.

She was completely exhausted as the fire began to reach her, so she made her final prayers to the Avatars, apologizing profusely for using their title in vain. Suddenly, she saw a huge shadow reach over her and she looked up to find a giant wave of soil rising from the ground, about to reach her. She fell on the ground and curled into a ball to protect herself as best she could, bracing herself for the impact. The wave crashed over her and she held her breath.

Finally, Ekune struggled free from the dirt and pulled her items out with her. Not thirty feet away was a huge rift, and across from it were two men. Still half-buried in the ground, she made a mental link to them, which to those with the ability to see ghosts and spirits appeared as a smoky hand extending from the Shade’s head and connecting to the crown of the target, and said, tears streaming down her face, “A caterpillar set the field on fire!”

((Heeheehee...))

As Ilara walked away from the town she had just cured from drought, she slid her pack on her shoulder to redistribute the weight. She was supposed to near another village in few miles, if her latest map was right. Which was good, since the elf needed to resupply. Her waterskin was always full, thanks to her Avatar, but her food was becoming scarce and she didn't quite have the heart to hunt on her own. Perhaps a nice bowl of stew, she practically licked her lips from the daydream. Then, suddenly, she was literally shaken from her thoughtfulness as the ground shuttered beneath her. Startled, she lifted her eyes to the horizon in time to see a tidal wave of earth and fire battling in the distance. Ilara's eyebrow quirked at the sight before she began sprinting towards the scene, both curious as to what was going on and eager to stop the fire from destroying the forest which was off to her left.

When the elf crested the hill, she looked down onto a farm with its fields torn asunder and a fire still raging on one half of the land. Since she had no idea what was going on and everyone standing around simply looked stunned, Ilara ran down the hill, staff still in hand. She pointed it towards the fire and looked around at the men, unable to discern who was in charge so she simply yelled above the noise, "Does that fire need to be put out or are we trying to burn it down for some reason?" She hoped she didn't sound idiotic, or sarcastic, but she had put out fires before that apparently nobody had wanted quenched, causing a lot a yelling and headaches. So the elf stood there, her staff pointed towards the fire and her eyebrow arched, waiting for someone to answer her question so she knew whether to rain down the heavens or keep walking to the village.

"Damn it!" Yelled Morried as the fire continued to build in intensity. "Why now? Why now?"

Suddenly, a man came riding down the hill, and dismounted close by, looking as though he wished to help.

"MOVE PEASANTS!"

A large man dressed in armor came forward from the same direction the other man had. Apparently, he was some kind of noble by his disdainful words.
Then, the ground began shaking. Cracks appeared in the Earth below the armored man, and suddenly a wave of dirt engulfed the field, putting the fire out.

Morried Gaped at his once full field, the destruction wrought by the fire and the upturned Earth too much for him. He sank to his knees and put his hands on the ground, though he did not cry.

"It just had to be me, didn't it... Avatar forbid, I have a curse upon my house."

Though Mark consoled his father, Iaetus wasn't there. He had already run off toward the fire licking its way toward the village square.
He went straight through the field, as it was the quickest way to the road, and then the hill. Walking through it, something poked up out of the Earth. Had one of the kids been in the field? That might have explained the fire. They were probably playing with something they shouldn't have been.

"There's someone buried here! Someone get 'em out!" Iaetus yelled as he hurried toward the fire. He wasn't sure what he planned to do, but he needed to do something. And fast.

A woman walked down the hill as he started up it. One quick look told him she was an elf. She asked if the fire needed putting out.

"Yes. Can you help?" Iaetus said as he past her, putting a hand on her shoulder and letting it slide off as he passed.

He felt as though something was building inside, and he realized there might be something he could do to help slow down the fire. He didn't know what, but he felt confident in this feeling.

He held out the hammer he had accidently brought with him toward the fire, standing between them and the town square. Somehow, he began channeling some the fire into his hammer, which absorbed the flames hungrily. Though it wouldn't be enough to stop the fire, he was able to keep the flames from spreading any closer to the village. He had no clue how he was doing what he was doing, but he was sure that at it was working.

Ilara arched a thin eyebrow at the man wielding a smith's hammer. Her eyes followed the scene before her, watching as flames began to siphon into his weapon. Avatar help me, a follower of the flame she worried for a moment before heeding his request for assistance, extending her small hand towards the fiery field. Chanting softly under her breath for the Avatar of water's guidance, she once again tried to rally the clouds to assist her with a storm, though the previous exertion was evident in her weariness. The power built gradually, moisture gathering in the sky above the field before filling the clouds to excess and allowing a slow and steady rain to fall upon the field. Her brow furrowed in frustration, it would take more than this to put out the fire, yet she didn't have quite the energy needed to bring down the skies and completely squash the fires herself. Hopefully the others in the area would be able to assist her.

The rain begain to increase steadily, though still nowhere near heavy enough to squash the fire in its path. Ilara's eyes followed the flames as they pushed ever slowly towards the village. Her heart fluttered briefly in panic. No one should be allowed to get hurt! Dipping her hand into her herb pouch, the elven girl grabbed a tirn leaf and she popped it into her mouth, hoping that it was a potent leaf that would help her regain her stamina so she could channel more of herself into the storm.

Tidus studied the farmer. Poor chap, he thought to himself. He would make sure to aid the man latter. Regrettably, latter was the word he had to use as he learned that another fire had drifted around the hill. Two others had already gone to help stop the flames, a blacksmith from the looks of it and an elf. How odd to see an elf this far South from her homeland. "General! Your needed again!" Tidus called to Grall but it seemed he was preoccupied. Someone was wiggling her way out of the up-turned ground and Grall had taken an interest in her. He stomped over, removing his large, jewel covered Axe from his sheath on his back. He thrust it dangerously close to the woman, a snarl on his face. "Shade... I might have known one of you would be behind this. Tell me scum... what was your intentions?"

Tidus left Grall to his interrogation and followed the other two to the other part of the fire. By the time he caught up to them, he was surprised with what he saw. "Well I'll be... a flint and a shallow," Nebuu mumbled to himself. It was rare to see two opposing followers working together as they were. However, It appears that the flint did not have much experience with his fire control. Tidus' mind began to wonder about the possibilities on finding these two and them not already being enrolled into priesthood. Normally all manipulators of any Avatar aspect was automatically drafted to serve priesthood and further study their aspect. This, of course, was only a Hais mandate so the Elf was understandable... but this blacksmith. What could be done with him?

Ekune continued her struggle out of the ground, but she did so in vain. She was absolutely and completely stuck, and it didn't help that rain was beginning to fall. Soon the simple dirt would turn to mud, and then she would be really trapped. She felt incredible guilt, knowing that she was indeed the culprit for the terrible fire, and her never-ending tears washed the streaks of dirt from her face. Stopping to rest for a second, she wrapped her marionette in the blanket to protect it from the rain, but then an axe was thrust towards her face and she fell backwards, her legs still in the ground. The flinch also threw off her hood, revealing her inhuman face to the huge bear-like man that had approached her. The clouds blocked the sun enough so that she wouldn't burn.

"Shade... I might have known one of you would be behind this. Tell me scum... what was your intentions?" he growled. Ekune only stared, and more tears welled up in her eyes. She slowly and carefully made a mental link, her guilt pouring over into him.

"I'm so sorry... it was an accident..." she thought to him, burying her face in her sleeves. She replayed the entire incident for him, like a mental movie, because she was never very good at telling stories with words. Once she finished, she raised her head to look at the man. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll do anything to pay you back! Just please don't hurt me!"
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Skyou strolled down the halls of the Zempri castle, bored out of his mind. There was absolutely nothing going on at all in Zempri or anywhere else, as far as he or the wind knew, so his job was unnecessary at the moment. He heaved a depressed sigh, his back arms waving lazily behind him. A few maids worriedly passed him by, not knowing what sort of thing a bored shadow spirit might attempt, and not eager to find out. Skyou wandered about aimlessly for a few more minutes and eventually found himself in the kitchen next to Aurelia. He wasn't going to tell her, but because of his "extra hearing" he knew about her secret. "Poor girl," he thought, but eventually thought of something. "Hey, Aurelia... You're bored, I'm bored, and there's no work to be done. Want to make kites?" he said with a wry smile.

Iaetus watched as rain began falling from the sky, and though the flames were still burning strongly, the rain gave the fire just enough of a dampener that he was actually able to make some headway in controlling the flames. Soon, he had it contained to an area where the flames could cause little more damage, and continued to work until the flames were finally out. Then, he shouted.
"Ye-Ouch!"
The hammer was burning hot, and he dropped it to the ground, his hand scalding. The hammer burned a hole the shape of itself into the ground as he held his burned hand in his other.
He inhaled sharply, and placing his burned hand down to his side, walked back toward the elf that had helped put out the flames with the rain.
"Thank you," He said, extending his unburned hand to the maiden, "for helping with that." His smile showed evident relief at the conclusion of the danger, but his eyes appeared troubled.

Ilara glanced at the man as he extended his hand towards her in a rather human-like form of greeting which almost made her lips curve into a smile. She ignored the hand, instead reaching for his burnt hand and holding it so that his burnt palm was face up towards the sky. She then slammed her staff into the ground so that the tip embedded into the earth to keep it upright as she used her newly-freed hand to dig in her pouch for one of her healing balms. Removing a tiny tin, she flipped open the top and let some of the balm flow out over his hand before she snapped the container shut again and dropped it into her bag. Using a delicate touch, the elf spread the ointment over his palm, waiting for it to sooth the burn before she let go of his hand and wrapped her own back around her staff, pulling it easily from the ground. "Usually you humans are so foolish as to set food crops on fire." She said plainly, her eyes averting their gaze so she could survey the damage. In doing so, she caught a glimpse of a large man yelling at a shade. What in the world had she stumbled onto? She wondered to herself before returning her gaze to the man. Since he was a human, he probably wanted to introduction of some sort.

"I am Ilarasinria Lanlynnar, you may call me Ilara, for it is easier for your tongue." She circled the tip of her staff once and the rain fizzled out slowly until finally coming to an end.

Tidus began clapping vigorously as the last of the flames was extinguished. Now all that was needed was to persuade this man to follow along. He could use a flint in his court.

"Bravo! Well done, I must say." The young prince cheered to the two. He casually glanced over the elf then proceeded to approach the fire wielding blacksmith.

"What is your name sir?" He said extending his hand in greeting. Then he saw the woman proceed to apply her healing methods on what appeared to be the mans burnt hand. My my... so he was inexperienced, but he has potential to say the least.

"Never mind that actually," referring to Tidus asking for his name, "I have an offer for you my dear friend. You see, in our land, people blessed by the Avatars are required to enter priesthood. This helps them master their aspect so that they my better themselves to serve our homeland. Now that people have seen that you are indeed a flint, you will be found and brought in to the clergy. Personally... I wouldn't want that." Tidus paused for a moment to allow the man time to process what he was saying.

"If you wish to by pass our law of induction, then there is a simple solution. Come with me... and I will grant you amnesty from the priest and make sure you are able to live your own life. All I ask is that you share an adventure with me... one that is bound to happen soon." Tidus smiled warmly to the man to show he meant no harm and truly wanted to help. Then he remembered the elf. He faced her and once again glanced her over.

"As for you, I am curious as to why someone from Welsh is so far from their homeland. Normally we only receive visits from ambassadors or senators and seeing as you have no personal guard or distinguished seals, you are probably neither. No matter, I will see to it that you are properly treated while a guest to our home. It is the least I can do for helping my people. Unless you have other plans?" He awaited a response from both and hoped that they would choose the right path. He would not force them to do anything but he knew that someone else might. Therefor it would be in their best interest, the blacksmith especially, to follow along.


Meanwhile, Grall flinched as the shade attempted to enter his thoughts. He shook his head and shortened the distance from his Ax to the being's throat.

"Don't even think about entering my head, wrench." Grall said threateningly. He was well aware of the extent of the average shades powers and was not about to succumb to this one. Grall was known for his strength, both physical and mental.
"If you wish to explain yourself, you can do so in front of the council now on your feet. We have trip to Forlum, the capital of Hais." Then, in a rather mocking tone he said, "I sure hope you didn't plan on being anywhere today."

Flinching backwards, Ekune inhaled sharply when the knight inched the Ax closer to her and she sniffled, not daring to lift her hand above the Ax to wipe her face. While Grall spoke, Ekune desperately scratched out a sentence on the ground next to her with her sharp fingernail, all the while wishing that she had been taught in the art of writing instead of the art of telepathy, for her little scratchings read: "Im sory it waz an axidint" in shaky handwriting. She assumed that her spelling was right, as she could not tell otherwise. She carefully drew the bear-like man's attention to her sentence by waving her hand over it before carefully ducking under the great weapon to dig herself out. She scratched away at the mud with her bare hands until it was thin enough that she could pull herself out of the ground and she carefully tugged her cloak up with her, crawling away a bit before beating the dirt off of it. She flipped her hood up again just in case the clouds got too thin to protect her, but also secretly to provide some sort of barrier between her and the knight.

Ekune bent down cautiously, picked up the bundle, and briskly wiped it down before looking timidly back at the scary man. She didn't think she even came up to his waist he was so tall, and he seemed especially big with his armor. Beneath her cloak her legs were quaking as she stood on them and her talons sank a bit into the ground. She tried to take a step forward but tripped, falling face-first into the ground and spilling the bundle, from which Hyukiclyg, her dragon puppet, rolled out. She quickly stood up and tried to grab it back before the bear-man had the idea of taking it from her.