The cheerful chirping of birds mixed with the humming of the spirits as they flocked around the young man. The gentle breeze blew his hair back as dozens of butterflies fluttered their wings around him.
A faint smile on his lips, his eyes closed, and his body relaxed, he poured his mana into the small, nail-sized pebble on the grass before him. The spirits took the mana he poured and weaved it into something – a spell, to protect and guard against the unknown.
Despite the hard-working spirits and the massive flow of mana coming from Aether, this was a process that would take hours, if not days.
Luna's expression softened as she watched the young man in the woods below. Once again, she stood on the roof of the main building.
"He almost seems happy." She mumbled. Peaceful was perhaps a better word, however.
"Of course he is happy." Master Soren's soft voice sounded from behind her. "He probably feels at home." He added with a hint of bitterness in his voice.
