Ateznus closed his eyes, recounting a chant, a light blue glow washing over him. "I'm sure, those arrows are nether strong enough, nor enchanted to break through this magic." A simple enchantment, a week barrier of magical energy. Nothing that would stop a blade or hammer, nor arrows imbued with magic. But imply arrows, like Catiel's, would fall with ease. "Now, begin." He said, walking down the length of the branch. As so he begun his story.

"It was my tenth year of life, and my third month of training. Father brought me out into the woods. The part called the Dragon's Woods. We were to train for three days." He paused at that part, letting Catiel appreciate the fact she only had to train a few hours a day. "On the second day, a group of Lost attacked." 

Lost, the name for those unfortunate to meet their end in the forest after a time spent in it. The magic their bodies absorbed bound them to the forest, even after death. Even after the body had rotted, the soul remained, somehow physical, until they were slain.

"Father told me to climb into the lower branches, which I did. The tree, was weak, however, and it broke. I had no choice but to take up my blade and fight alongside father. I was young, however, and could not watch my surroundings as well. One appeared behind me, grabbing it's claws into the side of my face, grabbing my ear, and pulling." He stopped, holding his hand up to where his ear was, closing his eyes. His father told the story with much more bravado, swelling with pride. For Ateznus, however, it was just another event in his past.

"I spun around, cutting through the Lost. And then another fell by my blade. Four more followed. Father had taken care of the rest, and rushed me home." And with that, he opened his eyes,taking a single step back as an arrow narrowly missed his nose.

"Catiel, are you even trying?"