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Ophelia walked into the wilderness, as she cou;dn't think of anything better to do. She got bored easily she noticed; she had been known to fall asleep during battles.

~Helps if you go in the other direction, sir Valdris.~ Reaper's voice rang in his head.
She continued to walk and came up to a tree swinging up into it. Darksun following up right after her. And laid himself down on a branch near by.

Reaper sighed and leaped out of the tree. And ran through the wilderness as if she knew this place like the back of her hand. SHe needed something to do. She came to a cliff and didn't stop for a mere second. She came running to the edge and jumped off the cliff. As she fell head first down the side she changed back to that glowing white angel like form. And took flight disappearing into the clouds high in the sky.

A few hours had gone by. THe wilderness was silent like most times when the world was in a state of deamy slumber. The velvet sky blanketed with little sparkles of hope. A full moon was casted far to the east. Not a single cloud could be seen in the night sky.
The trees whispered many of secrets that only a selected few could even hear. And even then..only a selecter could understand. Trees wise and old but yet knew so little like that of a child. Among the whispers stood out the voice with warmth. A motherly touch that would relax any disturbed being in the world of man.
High in the mountains within the wilderness there was a cliff. A cliff that looked over the fields upon fields of ever green. At the very edge of that cliff Reaper was perched. A simple push or shove could easily send her falling to her deet. A very light breeze from the west came and fluttered through her blood cape.
Long black hair waving along in its thick braid tied together by a baby blue colored ribbon. Bright brandy eyes stared over the massive sea of dark greens. That young sixteen year old face mostly hidden by the cool gray scarf tied around the lower portion of her face.
Dress in her usual attire. Black fitting clothing that would fit any assassin with billowing sleeves. Hanging from the leather belt around her waist hanged two metal dragon gauntlets. The metal was amazingly shiny and heavy.
Reaper stood there listening to those whispers of the world. Enjoying the comfort they gave to a monster such as herself. To make all those screams vanish from her ears. Making all that images of bloodshed of death gone form her mind.

The hardest part with hearing the many voices was separating them from one another. The only one she could really separate was the Mother. Taking a deep breath Reaper closed her eyes softly to the world. Tilting her head back.
Arms lifting up to be spread out beside her like that of a bird. Letting the sounds of the worlds consume her soul. Nothing else. It was easier to understand if she had her eyes closed. They told her tales of battles long ago.
Then..they started to tell her something else..that was when his name came to her ears. ..Ultima...When did he get back on his feet? They started to answer her question. She answered back telling them to tell him where she was.

Reaper sighed and let her arms drop back to her sides. Eyes slowly open hearing the voices no longer speak of him. Meaning..he must've stopped his search for her.
"....Darksun..." She whispers.
~...I am here mistress..~
"Find Ultima and tell him where I am." Reaper whispered.
~....as you wish mistress..~

Darksun runs out of the shadows at his top speed. Making his way through the wilderness easily searching for Ultima. ~ULTIMA!!~ He called out into his mind.

Darksun came to a dead halt hearing the response. ~...mistress is at the cliff at the mountains~
He responded. ~..she tried to make the trees tell you where she was before~