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The day was bright and beautiful, a few soft white clouds speckled the blue sky. Under the shade of a willow tree a young woman sat reading, her hair was pulled back in a loose braid at her side. The book in her hand was a rather thick tomb, one that spoke of seeing a few decades in its long life. A few more equally thick tombs sat scattered in a half hazard pile at her side. Tucking a stray hair behind her ear she let out a soft sigh, there is so much history to Olympus as well as the surrounding towns. Originally there was only one large town, but it had been split up during a strange war of sorts that not many of the historic texts would go into details about. All that was said was that a force of great evil came to the land and though all the forces of good had joined up against this evil, it was not enough. That it took a random act of 'good' by one aligned with evil to turn the tides. 'And thus was born the grey area between good and evil.' came her arid thought as she placed a marker in the tomb and placed it at her side amongst the others. Leaning back she looked through the leaves at the sky, the gentle breeze gave the reflecting light a kaleidoscope effect. Even as the moment itself should have cleared the clutter within her mind, her thoughts where still on the vagueness of this historic event. Although all other historic texts have gone through revisions and even further investigations to make sure such events where recorded accuratly. she smiled ruefully at the tops of the tree. 'All this comming from one who can't even recall what happened the past three years.'

Her thoughts where interupted by a male voice calling her name, "Aine!"
Glancing towards the source of the voice she saw a young scholar he had a sash that hung around his neck the opened ends billowing as he ran towards her. The symbols on the sides of the sash showed his status within the library, she vaguely wondered how they managed to keep the sash from falling off as nothing really clipped to it. When he finally came into the shade of the willow he paused to catch his breath, "Faylor would like to have a word with you Ms. Aine and the head librarian wonders when you'd be returning the ancient tomb on the Holy War. It is after all the only copy that they have." Aine rose softly from her place and took her time dusting off her robes, her own sash displaying her higher rank within the scholars. The boy blushed slightly, but stood his ground. "I will see Faylor, and since the head is so worried about his text then you shall see to it that they are returned to him." Without waiting for the boy's response she stepped out of her peaceful place amonst the willow's branches into the sun beaten path that lead towards the high tower, where Faylor's office is held.

Morgan glared at the text book her teacher had just given to her not a few minutes ago. 'Atleast its not another bloody pointless chore' she grumbled to herself. Slipping the book into her satchel she made her way out of the dinning room, and stepped onto the cobble stoned path. There where a few teachers of magic in the town of Ambrosia, and those that did teach did so from the comferts of their own home or even in the fields outside of town. Only the white and potential grey magics where taught openly, those that wished to study the dark arts would be wise to do so in private and in secret. For even though Ambrosia was well known for accepting any who walked in, there where rules to be followed and openly studying dark arts put the town in danger and that made you a threat. Threats where erased and never heard from again, even Athens had the same mind set as Ambrosia. However it was Elysian that gave some hesitation before going into, they really had no set rules, more like guidelines by which to follow. Which meant they could be bent and twisted to your hearts desire. Then of course there where the towns of Pandora and Olympus, the complete polar opposites, Olympus' alignment was good. But there where always those that lived there that had an elevated opinion of themselves, which left them no better then the pompus dark mages that lived in Pandora. Of course there where always those that held a sense of law in their set path, or they just did as they pleased.

Morgan stretched as she walked throwning her arms behind her head, her hair was setup in spiked pigtails that fanned out around her. The edges where dyed a vibrant purple and the rest was a deep blue. Her bangs rested at her brow line the tips of which also dyed purple. She wore light purple eyeshadow and eyeliner that went out to make a spiraled vine patter on the left side of her face. The final touch for her makeup was the cherry blue lipstick she wore that was also fragrented. She wore a purple and black pinstriped vest/halter top and black arm warmers that ran up her arms, a design of green vines decorated the arm warmers. Her black pants held snuggly at her hips and flared out just below the knee. Throughout the entire pants where tribal paterns cut into the fabric and set out with a velvet one using the shades of blue and purple. She hadn't cared much about her sheos so she only threw on a simple pair of black slip on shoes. Morgan's jewlery always consited of atleats one necklace, earings and her thumb rings. Today was no exception, her satchel hung at her side patting against her as she walked, her mind thinking of a song that matched the beat.

With a moments thought Morgan decided to head out towards the fields for a bit, it wasn't as if she was expected how. And the books she had in her pack where not in the least bit dark so she didn't have to worry if someone should look through it. As she stepped into the fielded area, the praire like grass swayed in the wind brushing against the sides of her legs. With a grin on her face she spotted the perfect spot, just under a sagely old tree that was standing like an island amonst the grass. Setting down her sachel she used it as a pillow and layed out to watch the sunlight glitter through the leaves in the old tree.

Orim opened his eyes lazily as they focused on the girl whom sat against the base of his tree. His head was rested on his paws as he simply watched the girl, it wasn;t often that someone came out into the fields. And even then they did not come out to just sit under an old tree. He watched her with slight interest, amused that though she was looking up she had yet to see him on the branch off to the side.

Brakkis entered Athens along with various and sundry other pedestrians. He looked aroundas he passed various shops and restaurants, Inns and what he would swear were bordellos. He chuckled to himself and decided to find an Inn to stay at for a little while. He still had some coin from his last job, at least enough to last until his next job. He hoped.

Morgan sighed outloud as she watched the shifting of light thorugh the branches. Slowly she raised up her hand and with her index finger she began guesturing, similar to a band instructor. As she did this some of the leaved broke off from their branches and began to dance about the air, as she did this she began to mutter a series of incantations that changed a few of the leaves colors and then where turned into figureless figures that kept the leaf's original texture. Slowly the newly created figures coupled up and began to dance to an unheared music all directed from Morgan's finger tip.

Brakkis sighed and stretched out on his newly acquired bed. He'd managed to rent a room for a few days, which he figured was enough time to find work or move on. It was nice to be on a real bed.

I should probably get out and look for some work, though...plenty of time to sleep later... With another sigh, this one much heavier than the last, the former-werewolf stood, strapped hsi sword back on. He debated whether to put his cloak back on, then decided against it. No reason to make folk more suspicious than they already were. Then he headed out of the Inn and onto the streets.