New Eden City | Rural Fields | Mid Afternoon
The wheat fields blowing in the wind was such a picturesque scene it was almost comical. That great moment when the hero of the story wondered about all of his life choices as the impending battle was likely to be his last. Somehow looking at the blowing waves of wheat he found self contemplation and resolve to do what must be done. In battle the hero would be successful, and his great quest over he would return to the family he had left behind with those golden fields. The comical bit was how unrealistic that was.
Vincent looked over the same fields that everyone else did, though he alone seemed to realize the severity of society. These guild spars over homes and territory were not only useless, but even detrimental to the situation he and others of his particular physical state found themselves in. It's all in good fun. He'd been told that once and couldn't help but cast away the person as a fool among many. If it was all in good fun there wouldn't be fights over who has a roof over their head and who gets to eat something more than a paltry piece of chicken or half rotten vegetables for the week. Though in many cases the world wasn't so spiteful that this held true Vincent found himself to be a pessimist and a realist and never expected anything good to come from no effort.
Today brought all of these thoughts to the forefront of his mind as he watched over the wheat field nearby, turning away anyone that wished to disturb his reflection. Unlike those great hero's Vincent knew he would not take a loss today and that there was no where for him to return to after the fact unless they won. Even in that case it was a new home, and one that would need to be constantly defended because of its luxury.
Time waned thin when Vincent rose from his solitary seat. Garbed in leather boots, a tight fitting t-shirt and armed with an assault rifle slung over his left shoulder the man looked like a guerrilla fighter more than a mage, but as his left hand pressed down on the air, calming the wind, it was evident he was both. It was nearly time to begin and so Vincent found himself alongside the water and other air mages.
“Lets get on with it then.” He mused to a close friend whom he often fought beside. The other man was smaller than him, somewhat fat and always in a good mood. He contradicted nearly everything Vincent believed in, but the man knew where he stood and refused to move which made Vincent respect him even if they disagreed on matters.