Derrix chewed on the inside of his cheek as the moon rose high, he blunk, and as his eyes opened, he was greeted wit the flush pink of dawn. It almost felt like he had slept, [i]almost[/i]. Or at least he thought so, he wasn't too sure what sleeping felt like anymore, but he remembered it being quick like that.

	He was sure he was awake though, he could feel the magic coursing through him, perking his skin into goosebumps and riding along the trenches the scars dug into his skin. 

	Slowly people woke up and slowly he watched them like a sentinel.