Sitting down on the hard wooden docks was the guardian who enjoyed seeing the ships pass by. Seagulls sang in the winds happily, one of Ploay’s most loved creatures were the birds in the sky. In fact all birds seemed to bring her joy because they would dance lovingly in her element. Sighing softly like a tender breeze, she closed her eyes to enjoy the soft roars of the waves below her feet. With her black ashen wings to her back, she looked like a wise angel enjoying herself on this sunny day.

Starts to walk into the port, the hazel eyed Paredhel smelling the salty sea. He starts messing with his light brown hair as he takes in the veiw of the docks," Isn't that beautiful," he coments to himself.Then he feels the the gentle breeze on his taned face.He starts to walk to the deck when.... he see's someone being beat up behind a boat,he reach's instently to his seft hip where his trusty sword is and rushs strate. Now,he whips it into his and goes and ask's," What's happening here?" . the men who where doing the beating looked quite suprissed as they turn around and see a cloaked figure with his sword out and the breeze blowing back his hair. They then smile and yelled," Take him too ," ... the Paredhel look suprised as 3 of them take out there scimatars and started to lunge at me.The cloaked figure jumps back out of the way ... but not without a a slight cut on his left arm.... he wonders * What am I going to do now?*

With a chilling rush a salty wave bashed up against an old wooden dock, spraying the guardian with a ray of light blue water. Although this wonderful setting was quiet lovely above the skies, there was still dangerous creatures lurking in the water. But they were also so hard to detect, for one thing they weren’t even close to being Ploay’s element. Wind and water were too different, not near enough to be different like air and earth; but still different. Always with caution she kept her feet far away from the deep waters. Now wind was a whole different story, and with the Valar of air and lighting missing, much responsibility seemed to be pushing against her wings.

With a small smile she shone a great pleasure of watching the white dancing birds. Sometimes she wished she were as graceful as the birds in the sky. They seemed to enjoy themselves without a care in the world. Hardly anyone wished harm on them. One reason was they were hard to get a hold of, the other was Ploay believed everyone deep down loved watching birds fly by.

But none the less this wonderful experience would be, and was slowly but surely interrupted. With a small sigh, she could feel the winds whispering to her, the sound of painful cries came to her ears. There was pain close by. Pushing up from her sitting position with her left foot, she stood in all of her height as she cast her gaze behind her. Soon those gentle violet eyes found their way on four mortals, no wait five mortals. Suddenly she saw that one of them wasn’t minding his own business.

Shaking her head gently, she outstretched her hand and then whispered the winds to come to her aid. Hopefully she could end this useless fighting. Rushing like arrows the winds came faster to only turn into a whirlwind like form. Pushing the whirlwind towards the direction of the mortals with her left finger, there was a chance that all five of them would be blown into the sea which held many secrets. There were also rumors of sharks being in the waters.

Laeren was trying to face all 3 of them at the same time.... however defensively. He was able to survive so far by moving quickly. It was apparent that he was wearing out.... you could see the sweat dripping from The Paredhel's face. It was apparent to them also. That's when he jumped to the side and kicked one of the attackers sword into his comrade hitting his left arm. That's when a strong wind came out of no where. It blowed so hard that everyone was just trying to stay on the dock. Well, The Cloaked Figure slipped and hit one of the offenders that caused a chain reaction and made them start to fall of the dock. All of a sudden Laeren slipped again but this time he stabbed his only weapon into the deck which held..... for about ten seconds. What was next was quite fascinating.... from a spectators view that is. The Paredhel's hand slipped and he went flying, until his cape caught on one of scimitars that was also stuck into the dock. He rotated around and his body went half off the dock suspinded... and hit a stud right between the legs..... Laeren cringed..... *just my luck*, he thought. The Cloaked Figure then.... became uncloaked as he unfastened the cloak and climbed up it....just as he got to the top the sword that was holding the cloak flew up and hit the butt of it in Laeren's face. It flipped away... though it did leave a bruise, he then laid down and rolled over to the person who was being beat up earlier to see if he was ok. The Paredhel saw that he was alright and rolled completely out of the wind.... to see an angel looking figure the disturbance of the cause. He stud up, reattached his cloak, then stepped on a loose board and his sword came flying and landed on his shoe. Laeren picked up and sheaved the beauty in his common brown sheaf and started to walk a round about way to get to the angel.