In a dungeon

"He's here!"

"He-hey, this pressure… this presence… he's no ordinary Spriggan! The Wind Spriggan! Stop him at all cost!"

Salamander fairies scattered around for a while and form up, ready to battle whatever is battling their comrades behind the stone door. Screams and clashes of swords were heard beyond the stone and echoes into the chamber.

"We don't have a way out!"

"How many were there?"

"They say it's only one… don't tell me it's that one-"

The Salamander's words were cut short as a sharp screech was heard from the door. Following was a cut on the thick stone door as it breaks into pieces and a person bursted through it.

"There he is! Don't fear, he's just one person!"

The army clad in red charged at the black wearing fairy, before he disappeared in front of their eyes.

The next minute they knew, cuts appeared on their chests and those who stood soon fall in a puddle of blood, then bursting into red Remaining Lights.

The man let gravity draw his enormous, giant, rectangular shaped greatsword. It has two blades protruding out between the metal plates from the side and white in colour. It's blades were of that of a flat grind, and on it's plates were words unknown to the fairy world, engraved on the upper left and lower right corners. The raider sighed and sheathed it's sword back into the scabbard, after both blades shifted back in between the boards.

He pulled down his cloth mask and removed the hood. A pair of blue eyes and black hair was revealed. He had a plain black longcoat, with a white shirt, yellow velvet vest, and a blue scarf. He wore grey pants and a pair of boots, with a belt going with it. He sighed and looked around.

"The Salamanders have been hiding out in this dungeon for days. There must be something worth of value here they are hiding or can't find." The man murmured quietly.

He walked around the the room, and yet found nothing of intrest.

"Well then, that's just sad…" he told himself.

Suddenly the sound of hurried footsteps were around the corner. The man hid behind a pillar immediately and out came a young girl with auburn gold hair, turquoise eyes, blue and white dress with leather vest and yet another pair of boots.

"Argh! That guy flew in, took out all the guards, and ran away with all the riches!" The girl stomped the ground.

"What riches?" The man walked out with a mind filled with questions.

"You, you dummy!" The girl pointed at the male raider.

"There were no riches in here. I'm confused as well."

"Pfft. I don't believe you."

"Wanna check?" The man snapped his fingers and a portal appeared in thin air. "You can check my Aether Inventory as much as you like and find nothing shiny."

The girl crossed her arms and peeked at the portal.

"Fine. You win." She said with a huff, "But I found this place first! If you have something of valuable it should be divided six-four. Six to me."

"I don't care about that really."

"The more reason you should tell me you found anything."

"Seriously. Nothing on me. Name's Cloudex. Spriggan. You?" The man introduced himself.

"Philia. Spriggan-Pooka."

"I see."

The two started at each other for a good while.

"Well we should go. Are you going back to Haikyo, capital of Spriggans?" Cloudex asked while leading the way back to the dungeon's entrance.

"I guess. But I don't have a home. I just sleep in taverns and inns."

"I see…" Cloudex thought about something for a while. As they reach the exit, voices could be heard from outside. Cloudex signaled Philia to stay and peeked outside.

Under the moonlight, groups and groups of Salamanders form an army. Their crimson armour shine under the bright moon and swords drawn.

"Sir, everyone is ready." A solider reported to an officer.

"Good. Now we wait for them to come out." The senior replied.

Cloudex sinks back into the shadows and grabbed Philia's hands, "Sorry, but we have to outspeed then. Hold on to me."

"What are-" she said before noticing everything went slow all of a sudden as she ran outside. Every breathe, every step of the Salamanders seemed like the were in slow motion. Cloudex spread out his wings, and Philia followed, flying into the air. And when she least noticed it, everything went back to normal.

"What… was that?" Philia asked, shaking off her hand.

"We went into hyper speed. I am naturally capable of going fast enough to get to that speed." He explained.

The two flew across the land with the moon shining upon them.

"Say," Cloudex said again, "I've been thinking."

"Yes?"

"It's late. Would you like to come over to my place?"

"T-to-to your place?!" Philia's face flared up into redness and covered it with her hands. No one has ever asker her about it, and it would. Be the first time she would. Be under the same roof with a stranger, a male stranger.

"Don't worry, there's a room for you."

"I-I guess it's ok then…"

A fast forwarded relationship, but so is fate…