He silently watched the man in red leave the area.
He removed his hand from the tree, leaving an icy handprint behind. He gracefully stepped into the clearing, and looked around at his surroundings.
He was a fine young lad, most likely in his late teens or early twenties. His was dressed in a royal blue medieval knight's robe, with an elegant blade on his side. A gold headband with a beautiful sapphire glistened through his silky icy-blue hair. His blue eyes were bright and innocent, much like those of a puppy. His skin was very pale.
A cool breeze swept through the forest, scattering the autumn leaves around him. He drew his blade. It glistened with raw icy magic. He then swept the blade infront of his left eye, causing a disturbance in his face.
The illusion was no more. The skin around his left eye disappeared, and was replaced with shiny pale blue scales. He blinked, and his human eye was replaced with the eye of a lizard. He retracted his blade and sighed heavily.
He was Prince Pikos, the former prince of a ice lizard race, a now a wanted fugitive. He just hoped that the red warrior of fire would never find him.