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Peter left the faire. He grew a bit bored of it, the same things over and over again. Peter walked to a bit outside the village. He was getting lonely; Kar hadn't been outside in a while, Abby had left someplace, and no one bothered to say "Good Morning" to him. He walked back to the place of his birth, feeling a growing boredom of this place. He was halfway there when the sky turned gray, the clouds darkened and formed weird shapes which all looked alike. Just then, his brother and four other, heavily armed people appeared. They rushed towards him. "Peter, we need to get moving. The citadel and everything else is moving. The sky is now very dangerous. We will serve as your advance guard, we need to get you to the new area safely. Know why? We've discovered that you, Peter, are heir to the throne." Peter nodded without question, expecting himself to be surprised, but followed them. Peter looked up at the sky for a moment, and wondered what he meant about the sky. The sky is now very dangerous. What could that mean? Peter looked up at the sky for a moment. Wait - something pierced through the clouds. A tiny little gray dot slowly turned bigger. "Wait - Look!" Peter called. The advance guard turned around, looking at the sky. They saw the gray blob in the sky. Wait - a yellow one. A brown one. A red one, a green one, and a blue one. Peter unsheathed one of his katanas, sticking it out by the hilt with his thumb. He tossed it up and caught it in his fighting position. The blob had grown closer, closer, but he made something out now. A dragon. A lot of them. Peter turned around, facing the gray sky. The yellow dragon jumped to the ground in an instant. He heard a voice. "Peter, as the humans call you, you have matured from teenager state," The dragon yelled, "We have come to further train you." Peter looked at the dragon for a moment. He waved at his brother, who seemed unphased, unlike the guards. Peter knew where he was being taken, the same place he had been when he was an infant. He hopped on, the dragon flapping its wings. A whirlwind of leaves seemed to form as the dragon flew up to the sky. The dragon pierced the clouds, soaking Peter, who saw what was once a golden sanctum of lightning had improved greatly.

Peter walked around on the fluffy clouds. He had remembered being here when he was very young. Suddenly, the dragon threw a book at him. And with lightning fast reflexes, caught it and opened it.

"So, uh, what am I learning?" Peter asked, not in any way nervous. "To make the world a better place, you need to clean away temptation and evil. I am going to teach you, *cough,* UBER fighting powers. And, since I know what you are in to, I am going to teach you to be a Metamorphmagus.

Peter was over excited. A metamorphmagus is a being that can change its appearance at will. It is very hard to become one if you are not born one. "But first, Peter, you need to live up to your element name. Do you see that shining blob of yellow? I want you to keep striking it 'till it disappears. But remember, once you strike it, the part you swipe off will regenerate in four seconds." Peter walked over. He used his wolf nose to smell it. Peter pulled out two shiny metallic objects from his pouch. Spoons.

The council of druids. A council trying to avoid being massively political and yet failing horribly. Well in Ronyo’s aye anyway. What was the point of having a “council” for the druid society? It was created so that druids would have a upper level of power to contact incase of an emergency, but lately its just become a place for a few elves to argue. More times than not it was about Ronyo and his philosophy on protecting all life instead of just watching. Councilman Ivyn was the leader of the group trying to belittle him and make him follow the druid laws.

‘Kind of odd to have laws in a organization based on nature. Nature has her own laws and no matter how many we make there not going to change.’

These were one of many thoughts Ronyo was having on his way to the council meeting. His other thoughts were about the faye he had encountered. He hoped she new what she was doing.

The council was held just outside the town the Inn was in. it was a stone circle made by the earth itself. The councilmen stood at the center bottom and preached to the other sitting along the stone circle. This was there annual meeting to determine how certain actions should be made in concerns to the natural world. If wars broke out they would talk about how to protect the forest to ensure it came to no harm, but for bay the interference of any druid to help any side.

“This is gonna be a long day…..hey when did they start lighting the fires so early?”

Peter was tired, stuffed, but felt like he didn't accomplish anything. That, or HE REALLY DIDN'T ACCOMPLISH ANYTHING. Peter stood up a bit embarrassed, though the blob was quite large. He walked back a bit and supercharged. He dashed forward, leapt up, and hit the blob with his entire leg and spun around.He didn't notice that the necklace he had found fell from his pocket and was crushed on impact. He charged again. In 0.40 seconds he was on the other side mashing it up, in 1.20 seconds he did the initial move again, and in 0.90 seconds he did a whirlwind wiping out the remaining blob. He walked to the dragon expectantly.

Peter was excited. He had learned to travel faster, change his appearance at will, spawn items that aren't large, control his animegas, and make cool glowing lines, contrails, eminate from him. His first mission: Make people happier. He hopped from the clouds and dashed to the village. He flew up using the contrail efect thing. It was night out, making it look cool.

Peter pulled out a long platform with white buttons. Another new technology courtesy of gnomes. He floated up high above the village. The platform/board thing was identified as a keyboard. It could play premade sounds and music, and there are over 300 types of sounds you can make. Peter breathed deep and started to play Endless Abyss. Every time he played a note, a different color-swipe thing came out and washed over people that made them feel different. Blue is happiness, Purple is relaxation, White is joy, and orange is calmness. After he was finished playing that one which particularily had Blue and White, he played Good Night, which had particularily purple and orange. Everyone was out of their homes, watching him play, relaxing the night.

Good Night, everybody.

When everyone had gone back inside, he used his contrail effect to write Good Night in the sky. He smiled and rocketed over to the clouds again. Now, he was going to learn the ancient styles of fighting. He flew over to the dragon. "Before you can begin, release everything, loosen your muscles, and calm dow-" Before he could finish, Peter had relaxed, loosened. Oh, and he released all right - gas. "Wow. Umm, okay. First, you are going to need charging up." Peter did as well, his hair flashing gold ((SUPER SAIYAN?!?!)). He walked over to a muscular man, a man he was going to spar with, and be taught from. "To learn your first new move, you need to bend your right knee and extend your left, as if you were about to run. Then, build up static in your hand, the one you use most. Then, you must dash around your opponent with super-speed, remember to use your right knee to slow down. Then, keep subtracting distance from your target, move closer, then, when your target is in a whirlwind from your speed, you dash towards them, static ready. Bring them to your hand, release the whirlwind. Lightning will pound the ground beneath you. You put your target below you, bring your knees to your chest and kick into your opponent, they will be sent to the ground with bones broken. And a favorite of all students, a pure blast. Extend your middle and pointer fingers on both hands, cross them with eachother, clap your hands, while they are separating, lightning will build up, then push your hands forward and release the energy." Peter nearly fell asleep with all of the instructions, but heard every word. He tried the blast first. He did the hand-sign, and clapped his hands. But when he clapped his hands, his hands turned golden, mixed together. He pushed forward and a golden stream of yellow eminated from his hands. Then, they slowly turned back. But boy, did Peter's fingers ITCH.

((I would, but I'm still trying to make sense of all of it myself sweatdrop ))

Abbyssa's head was laying on the table, her hands over her ears as her cousin, Rhea, talked and talked. She almost seemed to have her own language, because Abby could only understand about five percent of the words.

She groaned, "Just shut up, please!" Of course, Rhea didn't hear her. Abyssa drew her knife and dropped it on the floor to make sure she didn't accidently kill the other girl. Then she got an idea. She lifted her head, and looked out the window for a moment.

"Oh Rhea, look!!" she squealed, pointing, "It's a laguz!!"

"Really? Where?" her cousin stared out the window with wild excitement.

"Aw, you just missed it. But it couldn't have gotten too far..." Rhea was out the door in an instant. Abyssa sighed a bit more contently, and sat back in her chair a little. That would keep the other girl buisy for awhile.

((sorry, I'm Fire Emblem obessed))