[center]As Cera walked along this endless garden. Down a beaten path of thick grass and moss. The hanging vines, enormous flowers and bushes acting as walls separating the path from the forest. The soft constant patter of flapping wings emerged from the hidden forest past Cera. A dozen flying dragons, each approximately a foot in size. Flew over and around her and her dragon to get to the opposite end of the forest. A sign of the recent battle being waged within the forest. However rushed and flurried their flight patterns were. One without intimate knowing of these dragons tendencies wouldn't be able to guess trouble was around the corner. And so, as they soured to the sky. They left the ensuing combat, which was a ways off from the beaten path Cera was on. Giving no indication that, if alerted by these dragons. That the battle was going on. No. In contrary a group of Vrondi elites began to literally zoom past Cera. Their armor not hindering their graceful speed. They headed to the capital at urgent speed. Not saying a word or giving a glance to Cera or her dragon. Silent and focused as they always ever will be. [URL=http://s32.photobucket.com/user/Psycho_Blaze/media/18c298c57b2e211c99347015eaf4775b.jpg.html][IMG]http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d17/Psycho_Blaze/18c298c57b2e211c99347015eaf4775b.jpg[/IMG][/URL] [i]The Kingdom of Vrondi. Home of the God king. The source of peace and love of Descendant kind. Past the transluscent dome of lime and dazzling colors. Up the sunlit tunnel, grassy floors softening each step. Down through the ever watchful guards. One entered this garden in awe of the purity. Life grew freely here yet was not a disturbance. Instead all things grew in unison with the foundations. [/i] Multiple stores, homes, inns and more sat here in endless supply of peoples needs. Fruits even grew freely though some that grew near a home were claimed as property. Hives of nectar hung in similar fashion. A enormous one however was free for all. As many were in line to pour the sweet liquid into bowls or gourds for consumption. The lights were floating about the kingdom in a directed path through out all shaded sectors. No alley was unlit and the majority of light from the sun above, through the dome of plantation, illuminated most of the capital with a bright green hue. However, like the start of fall, the plants began to change color. Dying, and yet it was still almost paradise. Save for the worried looks and groupings of concerned people discussing what was happening. [b]"This is too tragic." "What will we do?" "I'm moving to Sunfire for now." "Why isn't the King stopping this?"[/b] The words went on and on. Nothing positive escaped the mouths of these people in utopia. Proof trouble makes anything ugly. -------------------------------------------------- Mirror noticed, without much choice, Eden's gunlance being pointed to him in a half joking manner. This was not enough to tick Mirror off, as Eden may have been attempting. He instead raised a left brow slightly, lowering it when the little dragon began to speak. It reminded him of a delicacy that was eaten in great numbers by royals. But this one spoke. Detaching the carnivorous nature of a Descendant, which he was. Even despite his lack of Descendant features. No wings, scales, horns and such. His natural aura and stature made him feel very seraphim to those around him. Eden and Eve may have noticed this. They asked for his name at least five times before Mirror gave it a thought. But he remained silent in his chair. Reclining even as he looked out the window at the sunlit town. "My name.." He tapped the table a bit with his index finger in a hesitant manner. He was neglecting revealing his name on purpose. But upon Eden's final commentary Mirror shot him a glare. As he held the glare the temperature of the room began to drop dramaticly. Within a few seconds the breath of both Eden and Eve were seen in the air. The Descendant land has no cold season, making this a abnormal experience. "I have a better idea." Mirror's expression slowly shifted from annoyed to a amused smirk. His body dissolved into a flurry of snow flakes that moved as if a wind were violently blowing it apart and into the air and then it whirled around Eden. The frost formed into Mirror behind Eden, his hand on his shoulder. "You're not a bad guy. So I'm going to introduce you to someone. My name is Mirror. Leader of the Aion." His hand was cold, ice cold. Soon the cold spread from the single touch onto Eden's entire body regardless of his movements. His muscles will lock as the ice rushed across his body. Even Eve was affected by this. It was not painfully cold, it had a strange property to it that simply paralyzed and induced sleep. After Eden and Eve's experience of being frozen alive they will awaken in a bed. In a small room, lit by sunlight from the window across the room. In the Kingdom of Vrondi and all its troubles. Out the room and down the hall was another room leading to the exit. In this room Mirror sat. A book in hand as he read by a moving plant, which he tossed a piece of meat. The plant devoured it hungrily and released a few spores into the air that freshened the air with a sweet smell. [/center]