Falief breathes out the smoke, looking over the wilds that they had grown up in. He saw memories flood back to him, of trainings long past and small moments he had shared with other people. The thoughts flowed into him as if a dam had finally broke. He went into his bag and took out the broken handle of Havenir's, remembering when he had first seen it.
He had been training in short swords at the time with Havenir and Faier, practicing parrying against multiple opponents. He had thought himself clever as he dodged and blocked every blow from the two, so clever that he thought he would be able to corner Havenir with a sword to his neck. He had always wanted to impress that man. He parried and then lunged, grabbing havenir by the hair and forcing him down to the ground, sword at his neck. Falief had grinned largely, but before he had said a word, Havenir spoke, "Do not let up upon your enemy." A bright flash of light had appeared at Havenir's neck, throwing Falief clear away. As he slid on the ground, he looked up and saw that Havenir had grabbed his handle and projected a string thin slide in defense against Falief's sword, which had gone unnoticed. "Next time you might want to think about dealing the final blow, if you're to pass me," Havenir had said, a frown on his face.
Falief inhaled on the pipe again, feeling Anniet's head on his shoulder, "We're Half-Elves Ann, we have a good hundred years before we get old, I'm sure we'll see this forest again. In fact," he said, wrapping his arm around her waist, "I promise you, I'll bring you back here!" Even as a tear slide down his face, he smiled. "Come on. Let's do what we were trained to do and then live our lives."
Yasir felt as though he was given a gift. His eye's closed tight as he pictured his son Yasop, not even aware that he had a father. He had only seen him once when he was born, and after this he swore to himself he would see him again. His passion fueled his core, fire leaping from his hands as he rose, lighting the entire camp in a billowing blaze again. An explosion pounded forth from near the horses, sending people flying and the horses scattering. He got to his feet wearily and grabbed the reins of a passing horse, flying onto it. He snapped the reins and their were off. He gave a shout as an arrow pierced his shoulder, almost making him fall from the horse. But he held on with his last strength, the picture of his son in his mind. He started chanting, the blue of the transportation spell surrounding him and the horse.
((YAY FOR HIGH FEVERS! XD ))
