Its was a calm, summer day, the wind blowing, the morning tofu singing, and the young children of Amakna are playing street boufball, its a perfect day. Except for Syla who had gotten lost moving from Bonita to Amakna and spent all night trying to get there. She was exhausted, unmanaged, and like everyday, lonely. She was born with her sister, Awoyra, but she died and never came back, leaving her sister alone. This trance of thought slipped her mind when she saw the ball came to her feet and a little boy. "Excuse me miss, can we have our ball back?" He asked. "Of course" Syla threw the ball back to the boy and smiled. She liked the thought of a husband and a son, but that as to far into the future for a 12 year old girl. She heard a loud sound in the forest next to her new home and quickly followed its repeatative flow. Two were doing battle against a bullie. Syla looked at the two hitting at the bullie, as they were flying by its horns like air. The bullie was furious for some reason, and bullies aren't even in Amakna's region. The silver Xelor with teeth painted on his mask was using his spells to speed it up. "Man I didn't know even when I speed them up, bullies are still slower then an hour! The bullies tried to hit the time mage but to only have failed. Then there also was a SRAM that she couldn't get her eyes off of. He breezed through the bullies attacks. But he moved to the beat of this beautiful melody that came from behind a tree. Like the sound of her favorite instrument, the violin. Finally, the bullie threw the Xelor at a tree and ran away. What Syla hadn't realized of this situation that the tree is going to fall directly on her! She looked at the incoming tree now knowing, but paralyzed by fear. She screamed, and closed her eyes and waited for the bad moment to end. She wasn't fast enough to make a portal to get out of the situation, but the Sram was. Next thing that suprizes her is now she's in the arms of a Sram that seemed stronger than Ogrest himself. "Injury?" He said with a deep, dark voice. "Huh? Oh no no I'm fine thanks to you mister?" "Death beats, call me death beats." Shivers went up her spine when he said his name. He then put Syla down and looked at his companion."Eater its time to go, next time don't be so reckless" Death Beat shouted. "-sigh- fine let's go" the Xelor groaned. "WAAI-" She was cut of by the shear empty ness of the night sky. "Wasnt it just morning? She teleported back to town until she got there. She was a Eliatrope.(Note: the reason why its so short is because I was making this at eleven in the morning but I promise that if the pilot page gets more then 10 readers I'll continue the story into a better era of writing.)