Caleb smiled as he looked over at Ambrose.  Ambrose had no idea the effect he had on Caleb.  The sheer presence of the curly haired man made a smile appear on Caleb's face.  His touched would send shivers down Caleb's spine, and yet Ambrose didn't know, how could he know?  They were only friends if that.  As far as Caleb knew they were simply partners on this mission to find the blade that would put an end to the demon plaguing their school.  Caleb trusted Ambrose, but he held a secret from him and many others.  Only the headmaster knew and it was something he didn't know if Ambrose could handle.  

"The map would be a good place to start if we want to complete this by nightfall," Caleb said as he watched Ambrose.  [i]He feels it too[/i].  Caleb could feel that there was something off, something wasn't right.  It was silent, and normally there were birds chirping or some creature making loud noises in the distance, but in that moment it was silent and only when the arrow pierced his shoulder did he realize the danger they were in.  He grunted as the force of the blow sent him shooting backward, landing hard on the ground.  Ignoring the pain, he ripped the arrow out of his shoulder and glared in the direction it came.

"You are NOT welcome here outsider," a strange voice called out.  "Your kind feeds on chaos, destroyers of worlds, you are NOT welcome here."

Caleb ripped his shirt revealing his chest and the bleeding wound.  A few quick hand gestures set his hand ablaze with magic.  He thrust an open palm onto the wound and held in the urge to scream as the magic did its job.  

"LEAVE NOW!"

"We come in peace," Caleb replied.  "We just need to retrieve something and then we will leave."

"Outsiders are NOT permitted," the voice replied.  "Last chance..."

A few warriors stepped out of the bushes surrounding them.  The ones with the bows sat in a few trees a couple of feet away with their sights on Caleb and Ambrose.  Caleb stood up fully holding the bloody arrow in his hand.  He counted each of the barbaric creatures that stood around them.

"Magaldors, keepers of the forest," Caleb said softly, "They're an archaic society and a pain in the ass.  Only two ways to get through to them."