Hazel stood waiting as the old fool droned on, anything but patient. She was hardly interested in any of this. Instead her mind wandered to her surroundings: The newly found wonders all around her. No longer was her world entirely brick and mortar, but now nature. It was a completely foreign and it titillated even the likes of Hazel Daphiat, who often would find herself above so simple excitements. The words of Gregorias simply went through her, and she payed no heed to his presentation. As far as she was concerned one as old as him commanded no respect from her, and he was completely unsuited to even think of commanding a group of warriors so strong that she was counted among their ranks. The strength of her new companions had been obvious even to her, but that wasn't to say that she didn't think she was better then all of them.

That was the other thing. All the people. It was new to her, the crowds of the cities she has passed through, even this small group was more then she had seen in the last several years. And they all towered over her. She struggled to not be crushed by the armored warriors that surrounded and dwarfed her, and was exceedingly tempted to burn them all. But she didn't. These people were different than those in the Sky Kingdom, she noticed. When she walked the streets of the city for the first time she knew that they all knew who she was. She could see in there eyes that they feared her, but these strangers did not know her or fear her. In fact they payed her almost no mind, which made her angry once again and was another reason to roast them. When the gathering first assembled many had pointed out the more recognizable warriors. Whispers passed her, [i]the Crimson Hound[/i], [i]The Phoenix[/i], more names and titles that meant nothing to her. She found it a great slight that these people that she knew were weaker then her commanded so much respect.

But it was the ending of Gregorias's presentation that bought her attention.

“So it’d be best if you guys start making acquaintances now, you never know who’s going to be your new best friend.”

[i]Oh god.[/i] Hazel already felt uncharacteristically uncomfortable. [i]What do I do?[/i] People already began breaking into groups and making these disgusting things called [i]friends[/i]. Disgusting, useless, pointless, stupid relations that she yearned for more than anything else. And it was so that she suddenly didn't feel like the large, strong, powerful, hateful, wrathful, strongest mage in all the world that she knew she was, but instead a small child. People were now taking notice of her now that people were spreading apart, and she caught a group of people laughing at her. She caught a comment floating in the air from a stranger "What's a little girl doing here?" She turned in a huff. She was above them. It was the one thing she knew. Soon people would begin forming around her, she knew it. Her power would command their respect.

She also knew something else: [i]I could kill all of you if I wanted to.[/i]

But she didn't.