The air was fresh and clean in the woods, the cold shadows of the trees and the intermittent sensation of the sun beams reaching the thick layers of the leaves made that place feel heaven-like. David walked peacefully trough the woods, his dark blue robes with white details gently danced with the slow breeze. His eyes revealing their real gray color, his skin showing no other marks besides small scars of past battles. The birds sang to him beautiful songs, a small squirrel even walked next to him, looking at David with a little swollen posture, like if the animal owned that place. David chuckled, Earth was a really curious place. David was a sorcerer of the Planes, brought from the very same Edge of Forever to serve as minion for the dark Kings. But refusing that slavery, he was exiled from the underworld and then refused by the heavens when he looked for refuge. With no other place to go, he decided to wander the land of the mortals, maybe waiting for his own death. If that was even possible. David was deep into his own mind when he noticed cries for help. Feeling curious, he approached to the place the cries came from.