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Hikaru stood, silent as always, on the highup branch of a tree. His eyes were closed and his pure white hair covered his left eye, as his customary hair style. His wings were gently folded against his back, as he could not let his giant wingspan spread in the confined spaces high up in the forest.

He quietly listened. He didn't focus his hearing anywhere in particular --no-- He heard everything. Everything in the forest. Nothing was out of earshot.

Hikaru had been training his newly acquired element to enhance his hearing, but so far, he had only concentrated of learning how to amplify his hearing. He considering the ability essential to his archery, should he ever be temporarily blinded.

Enough

His eyelids shot open and revealed his golden eyes. Looking upward, he used a blast of wind to shoot him through the foliage and into the sky, where he released his dual set of wings. The top wings spanned 18 feet, while the bottom set spanned only 9. Hikaru had some of the largest wings ever granted to angels.

If only they would allow me to fly to heaven

On his way back from a personal venture to see the Angelic King, Mystic hastily made his way out of the kingdom and into a nearby forest. Such a place brought a feeling of solitude and harmony upon him, as nature was a place which the Elf King naturally grew attached to.

Mystic was not on his way back to his kingdom, no. It could hardly be claimed as his kingdom anymore. After departing of this world for ten years and returning a changed man, he had no place as the true leader of the Elves. His trusted second in command could more than handle such a duty. Much had happened since his time in the Sacred Realm.

The Elf King had been following a rogue group of Demons for weeks now. As a large pack, chances were that Mystic would fall by their hand. Their skill level was indeed high, and although he easily out powered them individually or in small groups, they were simply too strong to be taken out all at once. Mystic presumed that they were at one time elites of the Demonic kingdom, but rebelled and fled. Due to that, it only made them more dangerous.

His trip to the Angelic kingdom was more important, however. Therefore, he had to hurry after the gathering. As more time passed, the chance kept increasing that he would lose them altogether. Mystic had been picking them off throughout the weeks, decreasing their numbers steadily. So far, it remained a mystery to them as to why they kept losing members, yet they continued on. The Elf King was so close. He could not fail now.

Darting through the woods like a madman, Mystic watched as the trees turned into brown and green blurs. Luckily, the area was not busy at all, which made his trip only faster. Just as he neared the exit of the forest, Mystic noticed an Angel with rather large wings above him for a second.

Mystic had become familiar with most Angels in the Light Realm. His tie with their race was strong, but he had never seen this particular winged being flying high above the tree-tops. The Elf King debated whether or not he should request his assistance for a faster trip. Angels were indeed masters of the sky. Mystic's elemental energy was running low. If not for this lack of power, he would have simply encased himself in a swirling barrier of wind an flown to his destination. However, this was not practical in his state. Help was his only option.

"Sir!" He called to the sky as he halted for a moment. Hoping the Angel would notice his cry, Mystic stood still and awaited his response. However, the winged being continued on, and eventually out of sight. As Mystic followed him, he soon found that the Angel had left this realm for Earth. Knowing that the rogue Demon pack traveled in the Earth realm as well, Mystic pursued him, still debating whether or not he should. Within minutes, the Elf King had entered the portal. The unknown Angel was far ahead of him, but still within eye's range.

Hikaru gently glided down to the earth, letting Mystic touch down before his own feet hit the ground. Wasting no time he looked at Mystic. "Where do you think we should make camp?"

Hikaru looked at Mystic and shook his head no. Either the elf was crazy, or extremely in tune with his surroundings.
The Angel was forced to fold his wings to fit in the dense layers of trees. He simply stared at the elf with his golden eyes, waiting for him to lead the way; Hikaru tried to avoid the forest because he was at a disadvantage in close quarters, and therefore did not know the forest very well. Hopefully, the elf would.

Mystic still pondered about the feeling he had experienced a moment ago. For no apparant reason at all, he felt more energetic, alert, and happy all at once. It was if an attached dark energy fell off all of a sudden, allowing the Elf King to revert back to his normal state. Nadroj crossed his mind, although he did not fully suspect him. He could only reason that it was because of being in Nadroj's presence recently. Even that did not make sense to him, along with the fact that the Angel felt nothing. Nadroj would have to have been unbelievably powerful to leave such a dark, lasting effect. Believing that Nadroj could not possibly be among them, he tried not to think of the feeling. Unsolved mysteries were incredibly difficult for Mystic to ignore, however.

The Elf King walked towards the designated area with his ally following. His choice of camping area was well thought-out. The trees would not be towering, which would have been an obvious hiding area to those with a distant view. The best shelter came from the base, where the trees were most thick. It would be difficult for others to see them from within the forest, and the density was not too outstanding for enemies to discover.

He understood that the Hikaru would be unable to spread his wings in this area, a disadvantage which could not be helped. The expression on his face gave off an 'unfamiliar' look. Not fearful or worried, just unfamiliar. "If enemies happen to arrive, I will know of their route before they do. This forest was once my home. Chances are, we won't engage in combat here anyway."

((It was just a small walk away from where we entered the realm. By now, we should be at the designated area.))

"Good night." Replied Mystic to the tired Angel. Although he also grew weary, he decided it was best for one set of eyes to be open and guarding. Although it was once his home, and he knew the area better than most, the two of them as a group would be defenseless if they both slept. Their shelter was strong, but not perfect, therefore the Elf King walked over beside Hikaru and sat down cross-legged, meditating. This way, he would be at a partial rest, yet fully alert at the same time. Mediation had become a past time of Mystic's anyway. Throughout the past decade, he had exercised sleepless nights for various reasons. Staying guard for the sake of another was nothing new to him.