Since Melvus had left the mountain and made headway toward the Apothecary shop, the sun had already set on the world, rendering total darkness. Only the occasional torchlit area of the road was visible. An incredible amount of crickets were audible. 

In front of the horse there was a glowing arm, Melvus had thought to use his Arm of the Heavens as a light-source. His horse's hooves clopped along as they made their way. [I]Hm... I remember why I began using heaven-based magic...[/I]

Fourteen years ago Melvus was seventeen. It was during this age that his entire family and village had mysteriously disappeared. After a short while, he found work with the faction Aesil in the nearby city, Drisbane. They had experienced a civil war and with the royal family dead, save one little girl - Princess Efrida - the city was in chaos.

The four factions, Goetia, The Guardians, Palace and Aesil had been vying for power. They had agreed that skirmishes were too dangerous with the citizens. They held one on one or two on two battles instead, battles between champions of each faction. 

Melvus had joined the Aesil, also known as the descendants of the Angels. Melvus didn't care much for it, but he did use it as a time to learn. During this time he learned three specific spells from an older wizard within the Aesil faction. These spells were Heaven's Wheel, Arm of the Heavens, and Rain of Light. They were all appropriately themed. He'd also learned a few spells on his own, Ethereal Wings was learned from a book. He vividly remembered all of the times he'd fallen and broken something before he could control his flight. He also learned Deflection from a book.

Melvus noticed that the sun had broken the darkness as it rose over the horizon. It's majestic rays, tearing through the, once overwhelming, darkness of night. The sound of crickets died down and his shining arm dissipated. He could see the town. It didn't have walls and the only notable building from this view was the church, its spire seemed to scrape the Heavens. It wasn't really quite that tall.

It didn't take long for Melvus to find the shop the poster had mentioned. He turned the doorknob and as he pushed the wooden door in, he noticed a door chime. Inside were many people, they had lists in their hand and an older woman had been talking, she looked like a nun. "I'm not too late for this am I?" His voice was as whispery as ever as he held up the poster he'd seen in the church.