Have to write this from my phone D: (Hate writing from my phone so much)

Kayla

The sun's morning rays were barely peeking over the horizon and shining down on the treetops. Kayla was already awake just like she was early every morning. It was always quiet in the mornings before everyone else awoke. It let her take in her surroundings more clearly. The scent in the air, the tracks on the ground, the sounds. Things any good huntress should be aware of. And Kayla, being the daughter of Arcala the hunting goddess, was indeed a good huntress.

She appreciated this morning's peace even more that usual. It was the last morning before they set out to break the seals and it was not going to be easy. The road ahead was riddled with death and despair not calm and quiet. All the more reason to enjoy it while she still can. It was probably five in the morning and Streak had made Kayla promise not to wake him until seven so she had some time to kill.

Kayla pulled her bow off her back and notched an arrow aiming at a tree deep inside the forest. It was hardly visible to the common eye from where she stood. Luckily her's isn't the common eye. Kayla released the arrow and listened to the hiss of the arrow as it flew and sunk into the tree bark. Nothing like archery to waste some time. She strung another arrow and fired it at the same place. The arrow split the shaft of its preceder in half with a crunch. Kayla repeated this process until the broken arrows formed the shape of a fan. She needed to stop breaking arrows since she will have a limited supply during the quest.

Next she heated up the rest of the pig from last night. Another part of being a good huntress is not wasting what you kill. While it cooked she sat on one of the tree stumps and listened to the birds chirp and to the crackle of the fire. Once it was done Kayla decided it was time to wake Streak even though it was a few minutes early. Whatever.

She went into Streak's tent and gave him a kick to the side just hard enough to wake him up. "Get up." Streak grumbled before pulling himself out of the tent.

"So todays the day." He said sleepily. Streak grabbed a slice of pork and sat down on a tree stump.

"Yup, and we will probably be dead within a week." Streak shrugged his shoulders.

"Hope not."

"That's the spirit." Kayla said sitting down next to Streak with her own breakfast. The two of them ate the rest of their breakfast in silence.

"I guess you should go find them so we can go." Streak said putting his plate back in the tent.

"Them? Are you implying they are both going." Kayla answered crossing her arms.

"Sure, why not? We will need the help."

"We are members of the elite guard. They have little to no training. All we will be doing is bringing them to their death. This is why I gave you such a hard time about bringing Hex along." Kayla waited a few seconds but Streak still didn't respond. She thinks she knows whats going on. "You see yourself in him don't you?" Kayla asked in a softer tone.

"Just go get them." He said. Deciding not to push it further Kayla made her way into the forest. Hex wasnt very hard to track. He practically left a trail of slight footprints and out of place twigs. Kayla knew the ocean was close from the steep increase of wind. So when she reached the overhang it was no suprise. Though she did take a moment to view the scenery. Golden sunrise, crystals waters, crisp air. This was her kind of place. Kayla could see why Hex came here.

Speakinf of Hex he was asleep on the ground. His long hair full of leave. Thats what you get for using leaves as a pillow. Angel on the other hand had created a cushion of air to sleep on. She was levitating in the air. Smart girl.

Kayla shook them both awake with the bottom of her boot. They both slowly woke up. "You've got some leaves in your hair." Angel said laughing. She flicked her hand and the leaves flew out of Hex's hair. Hex didn't say anything.

Kayla led them back through the forest backtracking on their old trail. She couldn't help but notice how loud they were. It felt like they deliberately stepped on each and every stick. She ignored it until they reached the camp or at least where camp used to be. Streak had already packed it into a single silver cube that could fit in the of the hand. Each one could compact almost anything to fit inside. Perfect for travel.

"What happened to the camp?" Hex asked looking around. Streak threw the silver cube to Hex.

"It's in there. Don't drop that or the campsite will reappear." Hex held the cube with new caution and stuffed it in his pocket. "Now then shall we be off?" Streak said clapping his hands together. Head nods from all around signaled yes.

The party of four set out on what was most likely a suicide mission. The first seal, guarded by Helix, was in the northern tip of Valencia. A region called father Frostlands. Appropriately named The Frostlands were freezing cold and the temperature never climbed over 10 degrees. It averaged at -30. There were no cities there. So the seal's first line of protection must be something different than the third seal's. Which lay in the heart of Varren. Thanks to Streak they knew much about the third seal but hardly anything about the other two. Finding the first two will include a lot of guess work.

From looking at the position of the sun Kayla knew it was around three when Streak declared they would stop here for the night. "Hex you still have that cube right" Streak questioned.

"Yeah." He said. Hex rummaged his hand through this pocket and revealed the cube.

"Take a few steps back and throw it." Streak instructed. Hex did as he was told and backpedaled a few steps before hurling the cube into the air. Upon contact the cube exploded with a burst of silver light. Once the light faded away the camp was fully assembled. Kayla could never get over how useful the cube was.

Streak entered his tent and came back out with a shortsword in his hand. He pushed it into Hex's hand. "Training time." Streak said in a steely voice Hex gulped and adjusted the sword in his hand. Kayla tried to keep her grin on the down low but it was hard. Hex was gonna have a lot of fun.

Hex

"Hands up. Sword at the ready." Streak commanded. Hex brought his sword to ready position. It was tiresome to mearly hold it. Streak had been working him hard for an over. Hex was on the edge of exhaustion but Streak barely broke a sweat. Gritting his teeth Hex slashed the sword in a sideways arc. Streak swerved his sword, surrounded in purple mist, to effortlessly parry. "Faster." Streak corrected.

Hex retreated a few steps. He demonstrated the fake Streak had taught him, swinging the sword at his head before stopping midway and changig course to his waist. Streak crossed blades with Hex adding a little force to knock him off balance. Streak went on the offensive and slammed the sword hilt into Hex's chest. The air escaped him and Hex collapsed to the ground. "Take five." Streak orderd. He turned away and tucked his sword back into its sheath.

Hex lay gasping for air all his muscles aching. Relishing the five minutes of peace he had Hex rolled onto his back. The sun beat down on his face though he didn't mind. The climate was already turning friged as they neared The Frostlands. He wiped the sweat from his brow and sat up. The effort hurt his ribs which had recently been smashed by the hilt of a magic sword.

All too soon the five minutes were spent and Streak dropped a small brown bag by his feet. Hex pulled it open and took out a handful of the power crystals and put them in his pocket. "Magic training." Hex nodded and stood up.

He drained one of the crystals and watched the short sword drown in red energy. Streak spun his sword handle around in his hand and gave the sign to begin. Hex slashed his sword at Streak. When he parried miniature explosions ran along the two blades. The red energy faded somewhat after that attempt. "Let yourself absorb power restock while we fight." Streak pointed out.

The familiar pools of grey formed around Hex's feet. He stabbed his sword forward. Streak slashed it down towards the ground. When the blades crossed the purple mist from Streak's sword drained into Hex's like water going down the drain. Hex's sword flared an almost black color and it slightly began to vibrate and hum. He took the opportunity and attacked again. When Streak countered a massive explosion detonated consuming them both.

Hex barely felt the heat as it washed over him. But once it cleared he saw Streak knocked to the ground. Hex had even formed a bit of a crater. Streak batted at a strand of hair that had caught flame before standing. "Uh, sorry." Hex muttered.

"Remind me not to use enchanted swords when sparing you." Streak in a strained voice. "That's enough training for today." He lumbered over to his tent and disappeared inside. Hex remained standing utterly speechless. Maybe he underestimated himself a little bit.

during training Kayla had caught a small cow for dinner. It lay in slices arranged on a plate. Angel was already sitting on one of the tree stumps. Kayla knocked on Streak's tent before sitting down herself. Hex walked to join them his exhausted legs screaming in protest. Streak was the last to sit down and take his food. Hex ate the most out of the four. It was nice to have enough food for once in his life.

Streak swallowed his last bite of beef before speaking "Tomorrow we will be setting out for The Frostlands. It will be essential for us to stay warm so Kayla and I packed fur coats for us." He paused for a moment " Angel, since you weren't originally goin to be joining us we don't exactly have a coat for you." Hex looked to Angel who was frowning.

"I'll be fine." She lied "Don't worry."

"Good. Then everyone rest up. Its gonna be a very... Cold day tomorrow." Streak concluded.

"Uh, we only have two tents. Where is everyone gonna sleep?" Hex asked raising his hand halfway into the air.

Streak looked up for a second and then answered "Kayla and I will take one tent you and Angel can have the other. Or you can go sleep in the woods again." Streak walked away with a laugh. Angel followed Hex into their tent. Only one sleeping bag was in the tent. Hex picked it up and handed it to Angel "You take it."

"Are you sure? You did have to spar with Streak and everything."

"And you have to go into subzero temperatures without a coat. You get the sleeping bag." Angel gave a half smile and took it.

"Thanks Hex."

"Don't mention it." He said laying down on the ground. The tents thin layer didn't feel much different then the cold ground but he was used to it.

"Goodnight." Angel said with a yawn. Hex drifted off to sleep without responding.