[h3]The Second Day - [color=8dc73f]Scott[/color][/h3]

Scott awoke, his body slightly sore. His search hadn't gone completely as planned last night - he could only carry so much, after all. And he'd tried to lift one too many stones last night if the pain in his arms was any indication. He'd only searched for a couple of hours, but eventually, he felt his mind drifting off. He'd squeezed himself into a crack in the wall, and while it was claustrophobic, it was safer than resting out in the open. At least, he hoped. Nothing had come for him yet, but the cave was dangerous. He needed to get some modicum of safety.

Wriggling a little, he pushed himself out of the crevice, yawning as he did. Had it gotten darker in here? A few glances about the cave told him what he needed to know. Yes, it was a little darker, because the entrance of the cave had caved in. When did that even happen? And the main source of light inside the cave itself, the goblins' fire, had burned down into mostly ashes. That wasn't his problem, though, so really he paid it no mind. He ate a meagre meal of some beetles and moss, before beginning his morning routine.

Admittedly, it wasn't his routine. It was the pixie's. The pixie had been the one who practised flying each morning, but Scott hadn't been aware of himself, then. He had nothing better to do - or rather, no idea of what would be better [i]to[/i] do. He might as well spend his time doing something that could be useful.

His memory didn't agree with him.

When he was about halfway between the floor and ceiling, Scott glanced down. Another scene flashed before him. Not stone, but piled dirt and steel scaffolding. Rapidly approaching, rushing up to meet him. And a great deal of pain, for a bare few seconds, before he... passed. He froze up. Lost in memory, he began to fumble. He couldn't. His wings stopped moving, and it started all over again, falling, falling.

The sudden change in situation shook him out of his thoughts. He had to do something. His new instincts drove him to start flapping his wings again before he hit the ground, even though he was already too low to avoid hitting the ground. He cast [b]Shield I[/b]. quickly followed by a hard [i]smack[/i]. The impact was cushioned a little by his wings slowing him down, in tandem with the shield. But now he hurt all over. For a few minutes, or years, he couldn't tell, he lay there, winded. Running across the stones under him with the flat of his palm, he cast his healing spell.

[quote=System]
Your MP is low. 
[/quote]

Ah... one of those. Guess he needed a Mana Crystal, then. Climbing to his feet, Scott began to flap his wings... and then faltered. No. He'd walk. The wall wasn't that far, anyway. Surely he'd find a cluster over there.

It took a few minutes to get there. As a pixie, every stone was practically a hill, every metre now a mile. Scott truly was an ant in a giant's world. Well, not quite, but you get the idea. He was small, the world was big. He was approaching his goal, in any case... but it appeared someone else would get there first.

He hauled himself over the top of the next rock and spotted what he was looking for - a cluster of crystals. The only ones about, it seemed. Then he caught movement in the corner of his eye. Scott hit the ground, flattening himself to the floor in an attempt to hide. Peering over the edge of the stone, he saw a lizard. Every so often, it would stop and take a look at some of the drained crystals, as if trying to gauge if they were suitable. Which was strange. As far as he knew, lizards weren't magically inclined... they were 'status effecters', right? So what was this one doing?

Wait... hadn't he gotten that knowledge from the Demon King? When his... 'rebirth' options were put before him? Yes, he remembered that. He'd chosen a Pixie because it was able to support from the sidelines. The wisps were also magical, on the offensive. Slimes were your damage sponges, and rats the damage dealers. A classic set up for any RPG team. And as the characters got stronger, their fighting style would change - healers learning how to harm, fighters becoming more agressive or defensive, and quite often, magic played into it as well. That's about when it clicked. If [i]Scott[/i] was filling the support role, didn't that mean... he wasn't alone? Surely he couldn't be expected to undertake this kind of journey [i]all[/i] by himself. And when he played these games, he always tried to explore what he could do - can you run away from fights? Are empty HP bars equal to death or just a knock-out? Was this someone else in the same situation as him? Trying to explore what they could do?

His curiosity getting the better of him, he took a deep breath, before taking flight, staying low, the tips of his toes just skimming over the ground.

[color=8dc73f]"E-excuse me!"[/color] he called.