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"But I guess odd isn't bad, it just means we're able to balance out each others weakness'," James continued his monologue, still talking to Atrum. He thought about his own weakness of hot-headedness, I guess an ice elemental is exactly what are 'team', needs he thought to himself. "And nice to meet you, are you just not very talkative?", he asked as he turned to Rayne. "Nevermind," he added turning back to Atrum. "What are your thoughts about the recent events?" he asked him, done with being the only one speaking.

((... Nonono, not if I want! If youuuu want silly goose D: I don't wanna push you into adding the twist, I just wanted to get my point across. I'm sorry if I sounded pushy :c))
"My thoughts?" Atrum blinked. He never really had a chance to voice his opinion when he was younger. There was nothing to voice really, his life used to be sheer simplicity "Well, I still can't belive I'm one of you guys." The light boy trailed off, wanting to explain his statement more, but not knowing how to state it. "I hope we don't have anymore run-ins with hunters." And by the sounds of it, this one was weak, and he had still managed to get hurt. "At least... not until I'm better at using my element." Atrum looked down. Everyone else had learned to work with their element, how to control it, how it worked, how to create it, how it felt and acted. He was still new to holding light in his fingertips.

Zack dropped onto all fours as the transformation finished. Now a wolf, Zack nodded his head, to signal he was ready to go. He followed Arabella.

James listened to Atrum and Rayne. "It's alright," he said to Rayne. He then turned to Atrum, "Don't worry, I'm sure with us around, you'll either find out how to use your element or die trying," he laughed at his dark joke, until he noticed the boy wasn't one for cruel humor. "Hey, don't worry Atrum, we're here to help, if you ever need some extra practice, I can always freeze time and allow you a realm of silence and stillness to practice in," he offered remembering how much he had used that realm when things got bad. He patted Atrum's shoulder, to show Atrum he was there and ready to help in any way possible. He continued to then bounce off the toes of his feet and jump into the tree. That activity really showed how elvish he was, but he didn't care as long as it benefitted him.

((So, I'm going to guess that I'm allowed to put in Saint Dane's entry post, even though Moonhera is taking her sweet time putting the profile up.))

Without anything else to go on, Erik pushed aside his memories and decided to practice with his sword a little. He also wanted to see if he could set his blade on fire. He didn't want to wait until some major battle sprang up and he found that he couldn't do it. He waved his hand over his sword. Nothing. He tried again. Still nothing. He then summoned a fireball and placed it on his sword. Within seconds, the sword was ablaze, and his hand was burned. "Damm!" Erik cried, dropping his blade and pouring some water over his hand. He felt something draining him. He realized it was the falming sword. He cancelled the magic, or else he would have faced death in the eye. So, I can only use that blade for a few seconds... or maybe I'm much too tired to sustain it for long. He wanted to pratice with the flaming sword, but he didn't have the power too. With a sigh, he laid out his bedroll and got a little rest.

He saw a dream that, for some reason, seemed to transcend the world of dreams. It felt much more like reality, or a memory, then a dream. He first saw that Saint Dane person running towards a tower. He was followed by another man, one Erik didn't recongize. He seemed older, as if he was close to dying. He chased Saint Dane to the tower, and then he disappeared inside. He then saw a teenage boy. It wasn't him, but he seemed familiar. He was chased by an army of demons. He stopped, and raised a wall made of diamonds behind him. He them disappeard inside the same damm tower. The next scene was one he knew well. The old guy seemed to say something, but Erik heard nothing. A battle insued, and it seemed to proceed the way Erik's memory did. The dream and his memory started to mix, both he and the old man were fighting Saint Dane, and both of them lost. But then, the teenager he saw outside broke down the door, and swiped the blade that Erik/old man were using. He then disappeared in a flurry of diamonds.

Erik woke up, annoyed that he couldn't get any damm sleep. He was much too tired and much too angry to think about his dream. He rolled over and tried to get back to glorious sleep.

((I'd just like to congragulate everybody on the fact that we've made it to lvl.2, hooray!))

James' light and sensitive elf hears heard the footsteps of a small boy, James asumed it to be Atrum. After a few moments of allowing himself time to wake up, he hopped down from the tree and smiled. The suns rays seemed to be focusing on a certain area and James had no doubt that if he went there, Atrum would be there. He casually walked that way and noticed Atrum as he lit up his hand and healed himself, "Fantastic job," he smiled politely and clapped softly, not wanting to wake anyone. His clothes hung on him lightly, his muscles pushed against the short sleeved shirt. He was awake and ready to go, he'd always been a morning person.

(( O yeah, lawl. I'm glad you found us xD Maybe I should pm people about it... I'll start with the active folks c: She'll get around to it eventually Rachetdude, she always does. I might do something evil to Valencia to make her more powerful... so we have a better villian amongst us. Would you mind if I foreshadowed Saint Dane coming with Valencia? It would be subtle, and I wouldn't mention his name.))

Atrum looked over to James, not expecting him to appear there, but not scared in the least bit. He should have realized his elven friend would be awake, his ears looked extremely sensitive.
When James quietly applauded his small victory Atrum smiled and quikly did a bouple bows like thanking an audience for watching a show. "Thank you, thank you!" He said quietly and laughed. The boy was quite quirky once he was familiar with you.
Yesterday's events were toward the back of his mind, the setting of in the forest and the light magic he created putting him in a tranquil mood. Atrum got up and flicked his hands, scattering the magic from earlier into the air. It flickered and glinted around, setting the feild alight before fading away.
Atrum rolled his eyes. "My element is creepy. I swear it's alive sometimes." The boy never bothered questioning the way his element sparkled and came alight with emotions, but everyone elses powers were so contained and quiet unless called on.
The light didn't like his statement a small strand swirling around his head. It was in Atrum's line of vision and he waved at it, trying to chase it away. "Oh, I didn't mean that I didn't like you." He said soothingly, and the stream of light settled, and went back to it's previous
Atrum chuckled. "See what I mean." He wasn't upset about it, but he would guess it was supposed to be a bit unnerving to him.
The dirty blond shook his head, taking his focs off of his element. "You're up early." He said to James. He hoped he hadn't disturbed his sleep. The group needed it.


(( You guys want a messy ref of Atrum? He looks different from the way I described him in my profile, but he's kind of done alot of changing as I wrote him out xD It's drawn with pencils and pens and stuff, done in 1,2,3,4 and 5th period xD I'm often bored in class. ))

Atrum let out a small laugh at James's time crack. He ad never really thought about the possibilities of going back in time to train. It was exciting to think about. fighting dinosaurs and huns? That was something that storybooks couldn't even bring to life.
Eyes alight with curiosity, Atrum nodded. "What point in time did huns live in anyways? And couldn't a dinosaur eat me?" The boy was now full of questions, and wanted to test his abilities with his powers. This was starting to get exciting.
Thinking it over, the boy decided on what he wanted to fight. "You think... you think I could fight a dragon?" Every hero in every book he'd read of the sort had fought and been victorious over a dragon, though they might have been fairytales. The thought itself was crazy enough, but so was this whole elemental thing right? Fighting hunters and other evils. It was something from a very strange almost nightmarish dream.
Atrum wouldn't give it up for the world.