[i]Alonso De Salazar,[/i]

Alon walked through a forest clenshing a letter in his hand.
[color=7ea7d8]''I'm late''[/color] he mutterd and tightly gripped Kurosu, his trusted katana. A while ago Alon had gotten a letter from a person named Arken, who appearently had a school for talented people. Alon walked upon a field wich should have been the meetingpoint, if he was on time. On the field Alon feld a mixture of magic and monsterus precense and chucled at the tinteling feeling it gave him. One feeling however made his eye's go wide and a small grin appeared on his face.

[color=7ea7d8]''a witch, there is a witch among the students. How Lucky am I''[/color] He looked around him and saw a scorch mark in the grass. Alon walked towards it and held his hand above him, feeling the acient magic still flowing from it. 

[color=7ea7d8]'' this is an old one, probably threehundred years or so''[/color] His smile enlarging from the thought alone of killing this one. Alon drew a cross above the mark and purified the area, driving away the witch's magic. He followd the rest of the trail though and it leaded up into the air. 

Alon sighed and kissed his necklace, a silver cross.

[color=7ea7d8]''Saint Michael the Archangel,
 defend us in battle;
 be our protection against the wickedness
 and snares of the devil.
 May God rebuke him, we humbly pray:
 and do thou, O Prince of the heavenly host,
 by the power of God,
 thrust into hell Satan and all the evil spirits
 who prowl about the world seeking the ruin of souls.
 Amen.''[/color]

After his prayer an angel seemed to posess his body and pure white wings sprouted from his back. With a firm flap of his wings Alon rose into the air quicky reaching floating islands on wich he landed. Still following the trail of magic he let his posession go and his wings dissapeared. Alon got led towards a huge hall in wich he though all the students had gaterd, but none where presend.

[color=7ea7d8]''headmaster, Sir Arken!''[/color] Alon yelled in hope the man would hear him.

[@The One]