the last thing Blade remembered was that he was fighting a demon at the land of the dead. But how long ago that was, he could not remember. For Blade remembered being hit in the head by some blunt object like a hammer. He got up and was glad when he saw that his weapons where not far away. He walked over, picked them up, and dried them so they woulden't rust. "Where the Sam's name am I?" Said blade out loud. he saw the forest and then looked back at the ocean. "Great, looks like I'm going to have to find a way off this island unless there is someone else that is stranded here too."

Eria looked about her, admiring the different varieties of wildlife and plants dotted around within the forest.
"Hyaah! Too bad I'm not a Plant Charmer," she giggled "and that's not even an element."
She smiled, looking up at a very colourful looking bird before it took off. She sighed and turned her attention back to the the shore where she'd left her cloak and other things.

She wandered along through the woods, humming to herself and looking at the scenery about her admiringly.
"Hm, I should probably consider living here," pondered outloud "an island in the middle of the sea, filled with all these pretty colours, Hyaah! It's perfect!"
She merged from the forest and onto the beach a little while later, taking her cloak off the tree branch she'd hung it on and slipping it on. She looked up and saw another figure near the other end of the beach, picking up a few things. She blinked, looking over at him and moved closer.

"Hey, are you lost?" She asked politely.

Blade looked up as he put his weapons back on his back and saw a young girl walking torwards him asking, "Hey, are you lost?" he looked kindly at her and said back to her, "Ya, I kind of am, would you be able to tell me where I am? the last place I remember being at is the land of the dead fighting some sort of demon. perhaps you would be able to tell me how to get back there so I would be able to finish off my fight." he looked around looking for his animals, but they were no where in sight. "By the way, you didn't happen to see a small group of animals with a cerebus pup near here did you?"

It seemed that her light steps never touched the ground. Most of the people who had seen her would say she was flying rather than walking. And maybe she was, because her foot lifted no dot of dust.

He moved forward slowly, stumbling at every single step. His pace was heavy and insecure, as if he was made of melting lead. The world seemed to try to embrace him, and he was about to surrender.

Her pale grey eyes shone like silver stars set under two snow eyebrows. Her hair was incredibly long, falling smooth and straight at her back, caressing her pale silk kin. Tall and slim built, pure charm was flowing from her nude slender forms, surrounding her. Her mouth was half-open, breathing calm. And, at her back, two white wings were folding with a slow movement, and they were glittering, ethereal.

He fell on her knees, breathing hard. His hands were smooth no more, just like all his body. His skin was now dark, something between dust grey and mud brown, full of scars and healing up wounds. Only his eyes were still the same they were before: deep brown, nearly black, looking like bottomless pits, full of night. But he cannot cry anymore. He tried to get up again, but he could not. The metal pieces set in his body shone again, just like the large metal wings that were at his back, never moving, wide and heavy.

She stopped. She had finally found who she was looking for. At the end of the street, kneeling in the middle of a cloud of dust, there was Him. She approached him as an ending dream approaches to reality, and kneeled by his side. She touched his injured skin, and stared in wonder at what humanity could do with it.

The caress of those pure fingers seemed to heal his pain. He leant his head on her shoulder and embraced her as she was embracing him, because he knew what would happen next. He felt how she gave him a soft kiss in the nape of the neck, and how a sweet tear slipped upon that kiss. Despite his awful appearance, the horrible wings and metal tubes at his back, the cupping glasses and staples that were supporting his flesh… Despite of that, someone had kissed him, embraced him, and a love tear had dampened his skin.
The silence fell upon both of them, and she knew why. She felt it in every single pore of her body. Verigo was dead to her, and to the entire Domin family. She cast him off into the depths of the Underworld and there he was corrupted.

Zak jumped form his sleep, his wing launched upward in fear, throwing the branches he was sleeping under. He was awakened not by fear but by sorrow, this was the first time in a long time since he remembered his brother’s fall. Watching his mother cast him away tore Zak then and now. The pain was fresh, he grabbed at his heart to stop it from beating so fast. He felt as though he had not taken a breath in years.

Rising from his slumber Zak took to the beach dazed and confused, he knew he had come to the island for a reason but what was it?…Ah now he remembered he was on his way to the eastern shore and this was a easy resting stop. He had so much ground to cover. Forgetting about his goal and his past Zak leapt up onto a nearby ridge and looked out against the sea. Spreading his wings with a great and powerful yawn Zak allowed himself to remember the past a poem he mother sang to him so many years ago…

Golden wings,
The angel sings.
Silver tears,
And all her fears.
She cries,
Wishing to die.
Violent shudders,
Words she mutters.
Under her breath,
Reeking of death.
Now with black wings,
The angel sings.
With her silver tears,
And all her fears.

He remembered the poem so well it was about her, his mother she sang because she did not know, she did not know because she sang. Looking out into the water Zak was shaken from his paradox when he heard a voice exclaim:

"Where the Sam's name am I?"…"Great, looks like I'm going to have to find a way off this island unless there is someone else that is stranded here too."

Who was this? Why were they screaming? Why did they feel the need to disrupt him? Launching from his stoop-like meer he forced himself off onto the beach he crossed a large distance with one bound and a beat of his wings. Landing in front of this creature he asked in a booming voice.

”Who are you to disrupt my slumber? What makes you so worthy to ruin my time here?

"Is there a city here or something, becuase she also found me as well." said blade as he pointed to the young girl who asked him if he was lost. "And my apologies if I woke you up, but I really need to get back to the land of the dead to finish off my fight. I'm able to create a portal here on the beach, but until I know exactly where I am, I can't do that. By the way, my name is Blade, Blade Trinity. Former guild master of the lone warriors." when Blade said that, he put his head down as if to mourn. when he looked back up he continued, "There still would be a guild but our base of operations was attacked and most everyone there couldn't be in the guild anymore and the building was destroyed. and everyone that was guarding the building perished in the fire. I was lucky enough to escape. those people that perished were my closest friends. I have yet to find the person who did that to me. May I ask who you are?"

Hot sweat gathered upon the guardian’s brow as the island’s intense heat was beginning to affect the ashen wing female. It had been a long time since she last paid the island a visit, and certainly it wouldn’t be the last. There was something always welcoming to her that called her to its mysterious land. The beasts in this island didn’t scare her in the least bit, but it certainly was odd when she would see creatures that she hadn’t seen on the island before. Could they have been washed up on the shore? Ploay thought as her violet eyes were peering though the thick bushes. Her ears twitched at the forest like sounds and the occasional low sounding noise that seemed to come from a Cerberus. Ploay knew those creatures sure could grow, but this one didn’t seem to reach adult hood, and was best off left alone. So Ploay did just that and continued to walk down the grassy straight line on her right. Sight seeing was the reason she had can but there was just something she couldn’t stand anymore.

It was the earth, the ground under her feet that she just couldn’t stand anymore. There was such a pull down on her as she walked, a mix of gravity and heat swamped her skin. Brown robes stuck to her body as if they were trying to squeeze the little bit of fluid out of her. Now this is just insanity, she thought to herself as always when she walked though the tropical island. One wouldn’t normally pick suck a mosquito trapped place as a tropical paradise, but that didn’t matter to Ploay. Besides the heat and the eating bugs, this island was like none other, it was had its own beauty. It may not have shinned like an eleven city of forest, but it had that different aura about it. The island made Ploay smile, and soon she realized that the itching of bugs didn’t matter and the heat was nothing compared to the island’s glory.

Tropical trees hovered above, creating shadows and shades to protect from the sun. The guardian’s tanned body rather had a little sun, then a lot of bug bites, so she figured that she could cover more ground above; also she could get a hint of breeze to cool down. Soon she stopped, stretched those massive black wings then jumped up just in time to flap into the air. It didn’t take long until she was looking down at the ground below, a few yards up. From this height the tropical trees still hovered over her but her mind drifted away from the sun, and away from the bugs. In the distances she heard sounds, no one sound that rang over the sounds from wild animals. Unmistakably it had to be an angelic sound, for only that sound could sound so booming. Indeed she hadn’t seen her brethren in quite awhile and with any luck it may just be her younger brother who said, “Who are you to disrupt my slumber? What makes you so worthy to ruin my time here?”

Just what had she done to disturb anyone? Ploay had learned how to take off from the ground so not even a cockroach could even feel the feet leaving the earth. Maybe the voce was talking to something else, or something else. Yet she felt that this information didn’t matter for she was only interested into seeing another angel. Yes her past did cause harsh feelings about angels, but she had long forgiving them it wasn’t their fault that he father was evil to the bone. Ploay couldn’t quite understand why she wanted to see the angel. What was it in her mind that HAD to see the angel? Slightly moving her ashen wings, she took off to the sound of the voice. The island wind tingled her hair, giving her relief from the heat.

In a few seconds she saw them, three people below she wasn’t sure what was going on, but the angelic looking one didn’t seem very happy. If you could call the angelic figure an angel, he looked so different than what she usually saw. Quickly turning away she turned her head to the man who was currently talking. She had caught the words, “May I ask who you are?” Ploay was standing behind him, and wondered if he had heard her. Wither or not he had, she would eventually introduce herself to the strangers. “My name is Ploay,” she said humbly leaving out the guardian part because she didn’t want to sound boastful. A small smile overcame once a blank stare as her right hand scratched the base of her tanned small of her neck. I hope I didn’t disturb anyone,” she spoke to the three strangers as she put her hand down to her sides to give a small bow. Just in case they weren’t friendlies and did try to attack her, Ploay didn’t bow very low. “So may I ask why such adventures come to this amazingly hot island with annoying mosquitoes?” she questioned in calm voice, filled with welcome. Ploay was then quite as she patiently waited for a response, oy it sure is hot out here.

Eria felt herself give off a short giggle.
He talks funny, she thought to herself.
"You're on an island of course silly," she explained "Haudhiaur Island, pretty isn't it?" She gave him a warm smile then sat down on the beach "I come here a lot, if I didn't need to travel to do my job then I'd probably live here."
She sighed and gazed out at the ocean as the waves lapped the beach steadily.

"Oh, but I haven't seen any animals though." She spoke up before she forgot.
She gave another smile and then lay back on the sand, humming lighty. She looked up a few moments later and noticed an angel land on the beach nearby with his eyes set on the stranger and an angry look on his face. Eria looked over at the stranger, confused, and then back to the angel who seemed to be completely ignoring her.

Eria waved at him brightly when the stranger pointed her out to him and went on with his explanation.
"Why would you want to go back there anyway?" She asked "it's much better here, and there are no zombie or ghosts here, the worst thing that's happened to me is tripping over a tree root, so lighten up, okay?" She gave him another shildish smile before getting to her feet.
"Speaking of which, I wonder what time it is?" She muttered "I might have to go soon, I was going to visit that library in Lomedor, pick up a few water spells."
She thought about it for a few moment, looking up at the sky and trying to judge the time from that.

While she was looking up she noticed another angel flying above them, descending towards their spot, taken slightly aback she took a few steps backwards into the water, however her feet merely remained on the surface as though it were nothing but a puddle.
"Wow, there aren't usually so many people here," she exclaimed, calming down.
The angel introduced herself and Eria nodded slightly in reply, not sure whether she should bow her self.
"Nice to meet you," she asked "my name's Eria, I'm a water charmer...." She paused, then thought about the title "I suppose what you'd call a water mage, or something like that."

"Sorry, Eria. I'm just a little confused right now. Becuase I know for a fact there wasn't any water at the land of the dead. and anyways it's my job to kill demons. Plus I need to ind out who forced my friends into retirement." said blade as he saw another person coming from the sky. "Hello Ploay. Have you heard the news about what had happened?"

Kiesu sat on a small wood raft out a few yards away from this seemingly isolated island. He figured he could let his wings out some here and fly around a bit with out fear of death washing over him like the water washed over his feet on the raft. As he got closer to the island he took of his cloak, releasing his wings. He planned on flying the rest of the way. Whichh was what he did. His black wings carried him into the sky which each beat against the air. He was now soaring above the island.