Saraph's tone went cold, "If you really valued your life Cinder, I would put me down, right, now." Cinder rolls her eyes and sighs, her hand begins to light up an amber color just as a tree collides with her sending her flying off somewhere into the forest. Saraph falls to the forest floor and quickly stands up just in time to see Violet rip his hood from off his head and grab him by the collar of his armor and begin walking back the way she came, "You won't be making any girlfriends wearing a scary hood all the time Saraph!" Violet's grip cold and firm as she drags Saraph with her, "But I-" Saraph is cut off mid sentence as Violet stops and snaps around to look at Saraph, anger in her eyes, "I don't want to hear it, and you better not be hurt in anyway, I don't know how I would explain that to Mother." Saraph tries to break free from Violet's grasp but he trips over a fallen branch and is now being dragged away on the ground. "Well Violet I could tell you, but I can't go with you." Violet snaps, "Well then tell me because I'm taking you with me whether you can or can't." Saraph having no idea what to do superheats his hand for a quick minute causing Violet to loose her grip and stumble forward narrowly dodging a random fireball. Violet sits up and fixes her hair as she stares angrily at Saraph, "Have you forgotten what today is?!" Saraph begins walking back to where he had last seen Cinder, Violet stands up and readjusts her coat, "Today is the day you were supposed to leave, Damien, today is the day you returned." Saraph stopped walking as what she had said clicked in his head, he had forgotten what today was, which made him angry, but thankful that the only person he ever told anything was Violet, because it was for this exact reason he told her. "Now you get it! Let's get going then, you have three days to get there, and I'd hate to find out you were killed or something for not making the date." Violet grabs him again as the two headed off to Beacon.

The last part of the deal was on his birthday, Saraph would have three days to make his way back to his Master and have it be the exact day, a day ahead meant he couldn't plan right, and a day late was dishonorable and meant you had no commitment. Saraph was still caught up wondering why Cinder let him get away so easily, made him wonder if she was waiting for something. But among all of this thought, he had forgotten about his team, who was now staring at him as he packed several items into his pockets and a small bag. "So, where ya going?" Tempest asked while she sat on the bed above Saraph's, "Somewhere, I should be back in about four days, Violet has me covered." Saraph steps next to room's door, as Claire stands up from her seat in the corner, "Violet? Is there something we should know Saraph?" Claire asked with a slightly jealous like tone, which Saraph caught onto quickly, "Claire, she is my sister, don't worry, you're not loosing any chances." With that Saraph left the room smiling at Claire while Tempest stared at Claire with a huge smile, "So, do you have something you'd like to tell us Claire?" Claire's face went bright red as she sat back down, "Yes, first off stay out of my business, secondly, he's mine." Tempest crosses her arms, "Yours? I see how you are." She glares angrily at Claire who innocently smiles back. Aaron slides out of his bed, "I think I get what's going on her." Both Claire and Tempest shout at Aaron, "No!" and with that Aaron throws his hands up and slides back into bed falling asleep. The two girls giving one another the silent treatment.

Saraph has spent the past few hours walking, walking through the forests of Vale, headed on one path, a worn dirt path that connected to several places, one of which was his Master's home, he would follow thus trail through any harsh condition or any bad encounter until he made it to his destination, and there was hardly time to stop as he had three days to make it there. Thing was, Violet was the only person who knew where he would be and when, yes when, she had plotted his entire course to his Master's home so he would get there exactly on time, which meant if he wasn't back in time Violet would freak out and come looking for him which might prove dangerous. If he didn't return on time it most likely meant he was dead, which was a huge fear for him. He had his tricks but he knew nothing that could save him from death. The hero of his favorite tale couldn't survive death, but it was rumored that the Masters knew such tricks that made them able to sustain enormous amounts of damage and even survive death. But there were a few problems, if Cinder really did screw with his head it meant she knew about his fear, and he needed to figure out an ace quite quickly. But he also noticed how he thought so much about Cinder, it felt as if his mind was telling him joining her was the right decision, that becoming evil was what fate had planned for him. And the fact he knew that the only person he could trust as much as his Master Celean was Violet, so she too knew everything and couldn't hide much from either one of the two, which mean that Cinder knew about both Violet, and Celean, which made him think they were somehow now in huge danger.

This had been all he thought about the three days of his travel, never an encounter with a Grimm, and he walked through rain and cold temperatures each day, once a day contacting Violet to let her know she was ok.

Though through the rain, he felt as if something was wrong as he had gotten within a few miles distance from his Master, but as odd as it felt he was sure everything would be fine, until a big gust of wind hit Saraph carrying a faint smell with it, and it clicked immediately, the faint smell was of smoke, and he dashed towards the Master's home, so fast it seemed like merely he had teleported from one place to another.

And, he saw what he feared most, and it hit him hard, what he saw, flashed together with scenes from his childhood, the day he lost his parents. When the door to the building opened, the bag on Saraph's shoulder fell to the ground as his eyes flared purple and runic markings began glowing on his arms and hands. He knew not who was responsible for what he was witnessing, but to him all that mattered was they were swiftly executed for this.

Because today was no test, today the flames had sparked to life.