The sealed archangel walked into the misty forest. In her human form she made he way though the fog. Ploay was wearing a white long sleeved shirt, that was very light weight. And baggy white pants, that were also light weight. Her bright red hair seemed to be the only brightness in the whole fog. Being the wanderer that she is, she thought that she would explore the misty forest. Little did she know, that she was about to enter the realm of dreams. The fog seemed to get thicker and it was getting harder to see. But she could still see a few feet in front of her. The dense fog was starting to get annoying. Her light blue eyes looked everywhere for an ending to this fog madness. Outstretching her hand slowly, she looked if she could see her own hand in front of her. Just barely could she make out the lining of her hand. Her hand was a light brown color that matched the rest of her skin. Callouses were on her palms, because she traveled a lot. There were also callouses on her feet, her sandals weren’t too much help for that. Ploay always walked somewhere. She hardly stayed at one spot for long. But then the archangel started to see flashes.

Flashes of bright colors filled her eyes. The flashes were so quick, that she couldn’t tell what colors were flashing. Nor did she know what these flashes were. Stopping in her tracks, the flashes stopped. An eerie silence filled the air. The wind was dead, there was no movements, no nothing. A fear was rising in Ploay’s heart. It was as if someone, or something was watching her. Where those flashes were at, and what they were, Ploay had no idea. Maybe it was her own mind making her see things. The archangel was not prepared to start going crazy now. All these years of wandering around, she had forgotten her age. And she was still sane, but why now to start losing her mind? It was a scary feeling of remorse. She would do everything in her power not to lose her mind. But this place was so confusing, and odd. If she were to let things get to her, she maybe she would start to lose her mentality.

As she looked around, still the flashes didn’t seem to start. But something else started to happen. On her left she was starting to hear whispers. She couldn’t understand what the person was whispering, but it seemed to be whispering to something else. And she started her hear other voices start to whisper back. Then whispers started to surround her. Everywhere she turned, she could hear someone whispering. At fist she thought she was just hearing things. But then the more she listened she realized that the whispers were real. Or at least in her mind they were real. She covered her ear in vain and started to scream wildly. Whatever it was, she was surrounded. And they saw her, so it didn’t matter to her if she was quiet or loud. All she wanted was to get out of this place.

After a few moments she stopped screaming. She realized that screaming like a lunatic wasn’t going to solve anything. The whispers seemed to stop and an eerie silence filled the air once more. This was getting a little weird for her. As she was looking around she felt a hand touch her back. The feeling made the archangel jump in the air a few inches. Not looking behind her, Ploay started to run. There was no way she was going to take the time to see who was doing this to her. What sadistic person would make it a living to scare the pink out of someone? After a few minutes of running she had bumped into someone. The person seemed to grab her by the arms and held her away from them. Looking up she noticed it was her martial arts teacher, Ret. A smile came across her face, but soon vanished when Ret said these words, “stop lacking off, get up and fight, you piece of lazy-” his words were like daggers penetration her chest. This was so unlike her kind teacher. He would never say such hurtful things to her. Ret vanished a few years after Ploay left her home. No one really knew where he was, or even if he was alive. Rumors spread that he couldn’t take how Ploay’s family sealed what she was from her. And that he had run away from teaching other angels martial arts, so he went to taught other beings. Others say he was killed, or he killed himself. Ploay believed that he was killed. Although she didn’t want to belive it, she felt that was the truth. And no matter how hard the truth was, she had to face it. The fake Ret starter to shake Ploay. Quickly Ploay pulled loose. She had no idea why he was acting like this, or even if he was real.

She blinked and when she opened her eyes. Ret had vanished. There was another eerie silence that brought chills down Ploay’s spine. Her surroundings seemed to change. Everything was blurry and it felt like a dream. Or more like a nightmare. And then the whispers started again, but more aggressive and Ploay could hear them lunging out at her. Also, footsteps seemed to be coming closer.

((OOC: This is my very first post as an ARPer. XD))

The Misty Forest...It was no wonder how the name of this place came to be. Everywhere he walked, the young mage could only see no more than thirty meters ahead of him, and blankets of fog enveloped themselves over the thick foliage. As if the vegetation itself wasn't enough to make the journey more challenging. Columns and columns of tree trunks ascended from the grassy ground, forcing any traveler to peer around them in order to see. From here, staying at least a mile away from the main trail, one could hardly expect to walk in a straight line through the bush.

Tamolux Alarico Quintero tousled his blond hair, deeply considering his next steps before getting even more lost than he was. In fact, the 17-year-old had such a chronic habit of ruffling his light hair when in thought, that the hair on his head no longer lay flat. For as long as he could remember, it always seemed that he had a bird's nest on top of his head. As the years passed, the mage had completely given up on the effort of tackling it in the morning.

With an exasperated sigh, Tamolux trudged on into the unknown, letting fate take its toll. What could fate possibly have against such an intelligent teenager like him? But as he went further, the silvery mist grew thicker with each mystifying step. Suddenly, there was an unexpected rustling in the bushes, followed by a few more, breaking the silence that the woods had kept so long. Holding his breath, the teenager swept his aquamarine eyes through the greenery, but the movement in the bushes had gone. How queer. Was he being followed? But, common sense took over those foolish and frightened thoughts. It was highly unlikely that anyone other than himself would be journeying so far into a mysterious forest, and possibly into unmapped territory. True; it would be hard to find another boy who had higher ambitions than he. And not many could see through his politeness and arrogance. The sincere side of him had been stashed away many years ago…

Strangely, an outline materialized in front of the young mage, and Tamolux immediately stopped watch what was happening in sheer awe. A few seconds more, and Tamolux had no question who this person appeared to be. Donned in black robes, the man standing before him had almost similar features than himself, though not as thin and pale as Tamolux. Brown-blond hair almost covered his deep blue eyes, and instantly, as if rising from a dream, Tamolux gained enough control over his voice to speak. “Markias?” he whispered unsurely, as if not believing the sight in front of him. His older brother had passed away many years before, but what was he doing in the middle of nowhere? But the figure merely faded away into the distance.

Unable to let the sight of his brother fade away, the teenager sprinted in the direction the figure seemed to have gone, heart thudding madly. As a child, he had always been imprisoned within his studies, almost drowning in the numerous textbooks his parents gave him to study. Life was tedious, tedious was his education, and education seemed to be the sole purpose in life that his parents set out for him. Not even allowed to make contact with sports to ease the stress, it was no wonder that the young boy often suffered from illness. And his skin would’ve been pale in the unhealthy way right now, if it wasn’t for Markias. His brother had different views from his over-strict parents, and understood that textbooks weren’t the sole items in life that would improve one’s education. Textbooks weren’t the indexes of life, and knowledge couldn’t be gained without personal experience; being exposed to the real world. To the boy who was caged, Markias seemed to be the only one who understood.

Tamolux stopped at a clearing, panting heavily and sweating from the brief sprint. Glancing around almost pleadingly, the teenager rested with his back to a tree trunk. Was it all nothing more than a mere illusion? Now that logic poured back inside him once more, his mind buzzed, and he could almost kick himself. His brother was dead, and that was that. He couldn’t allow anymore idiotic dreams take over. Steadying himself back to a standing position, Tamolux shook his head and tried to clear his thoughts. For the first time, he realized that the scene around him now swirled in fog, leaving only hints of a normal forest. Spotting the outline of a human-like figure, he no longer bothered to chase after it on foot. Instead, he focused on his magic--and teleported--ending up right behind the form. To his sheer surprise, he became aware that the figure was wearing white, and had long silvery hair with a single red streak. Definitely not Markias.