Mythrandir walked upon the beach of the East Coast. Upon the sand. Mythrandir hated sand with a passion, most likely because it was all over the place and was almost like dirt except it was a nuisance. What was the purpose of it? This is what Mythrandir wondered as he looked at the sea. The Water was calm but a few waves tumbled against the shore line once in awhile. It was about midday and the sun was starting to set. As it did it protrayed a Horizon with the sun in the center of it. Mythrandir looked at this sight and instantly found something to do. Dropping down to the sand Mythrandir laid down upon the comfortable sand. He took his scarf and made it into a make shift pillow for the time being.

" The clouds are so pretty today. Sometimes I wish I were one, dignified, yet respected and carefree. "

Mythrandir said this out loud not caring for who might overhear. The seagulls beared his words and flew off. The only keeper to his claim were the birds and he doubted they would tell anyone anything about him. Then again Mythrandir did not care anymore for that. If someone tried to kill him. So be it, he would fight back to the best of his efforts. Yet this land was mysterious and new to him, being it that way he was rather bored with it. Now all he had to do was to contemplate or think about anything that randomly popped into his head. After about an hour of thinking about absolutly irrevelant subjects, Myth picked up his scarf off of the sand and dusted it off.

Myth sighed once and then unsheathed his sword. He put his cloak, scarf, and sheath on the ground. Myth swung his sword around in a few complicated manners. ' After all Practice makes perfect...' Myth thought chuckling silently. Of course this claim was completly ridiculous to Myth. Nothing in Life is perfect seeing as there is nothing to perfect.

Angel saw the man on the sand starting to parctice with his sword. She had been watching him for a while now. Now because she had nothing better to do, but simpley because he was there. Angel had seen him walking along the beach, had even heard what he had said. But none of that mattered. She didn't care about any of it. Angel, the Mistress of Darkness as her friends called her, was bored out of her mind. So, she did the first thing that came to her mind.

Angel took out her kantana as she walked up to the man. As he did one of his moves, Angel stuck her sword in the way as if to block his move in a fight.

The shadowy figure looked around and took his head out of his spell book to notice the sound of clanging metal. Valmyr stood up and breezed his way over to the sands where the sound came from, removing his wand from his cloak to fire a warning shot at the sea, alerting them of his presence. "CHATH" He shouted and a bolt of heat came out of them wand, but fizzling up right away before going only two feet. He was depressed but knew he had made his presence known to the pair with swords in hand. Valmyr walked down to them, but kept his distance, talking to them in his native toung. "Vel xun dos thalack? Elghinn zhah naut xuileb jiv'undus."