Azrel Ashari had been walking for a very long time, in no distinct direction. It was until now, when he arrived at a beautiful, moonlit Lake, that he realized how beautiful the world can be when it is untainted by Evil. He had just walked over a hill, and glanced at Lake Aelin for the first time. He stood there, gawping at its radiant and magnificant waters, rocking gently back and forth, and silently crashing against the shore. He walked steadily but slowly forwards, trying to cherish the beautiful moment. He finally reached the lake, and fell to his knees, embracing the quiet.
He looked upon the waters, which seemed to 'glow' because of the Moon shining on them. It felt unreal to Azrel, like some sort of fantasy land. As he knelt, he inched forwards, gazing deep into the dark blue waters. When he got close enough, he peered into mystical depths, and saw an unfamiliar face. Soon he realized that the person he was looking at, was indeed himself. I look so much different since I was exiled... He observed the different parts of his face, and came upon his eyes. They were brighter then before, and seemed like two, orange lanterns, that would forever light up the dark. He reached his hand out and tapped the water, shattering the image. He smiled slightly, knowing that he had grown a lot, and intends to get stronger in battle so he can prove that he is of the Light alignment.
An uneasy tension came over Azrel, and he shivered. he was not sure what it was, but was not sure if he wanted to find out. He slowly stood up, making sure not to alert whoever or whatever was watching him. Azrel began walking further down the bank, and felt the prescence leave. He sighed with relief, and knelt once more before the deep waters. The Half-Angel smiled, completely content with his life for now. He looked directly up and at a shining ball in the sky, he knew as the Moon. Azrel had always loved looking at it, and felt closely connected with it in a weird way. He fought the darkness, so that they would never engulf the Moon in treachory or deceit. He decided to stop thinking about it, so that he would not become angry and ruin the moment. As content as he was, he hoped that someone would come and share their company with him, as he had not talked to a different person for many a day.
Adia just sat gazing at everything. It was all so bright and colourful after so many years of being blind and living in darkness. She sighed and lifted her head to the moon and stars, marveling at the light they shed upon this world from so far away.
But her eyes misted with tears and she folded her wings around her to try and keep out the sorrow that was attempting to take over ever since Zenith had left her to go tend to a few things elsewhere. She had niavely thought that he would still love her as he once had, but after so many years she knew it had been a false hope. He had been his usual caring self but... it had not been the same.
She kept telling herself that at least he was alive and still cared for her. But she couldn't help but feel that she had lost something that she would probably never find again.
She angrily brushed away the tears and rested her head upon her knees, wrapping pale arms around her legs, seeking some comfort from being alone and in such a peaceful and beautiful place. The place that had almost seen her death.
Kiesu lie next to a tree, lost once again in the neverending sheet of stars which hung over Arda. Instead of thinking where he would go he created constellations from the clusters of stars he saw. He could care less about most of his surroundings that he sat in, instead he continued to gaze at the beutiful stars which never left and simply disappeared during the light of the day. He let out a sigh as he turned and lied on the ground, drifting away into a deep sleep.