Flashback
The wind whistled and the Lightning crashed, outside. Marron sat on the couch, Milphy beside him. The two looked down at the pages of a thick spell book, Marron's eyes were wide with fascination as Milphy read the myths and spells from within its pages. The lightning flashed, causing the young boy to curl up beside the older man. Milphy smiled down at the 6 year old.
Milphy had been there for close to year, out of all the children Marron seemed the only one that was really interested in Milphy at all. He helped cook, and clean. Milphy often found himself shooing the younger boy away, to play with his brother, and the girls.
"Tell me again about the first mage, Milphy." Marron whispered, Milphy smiled turning back a few pages he began to read the story again.
End Flashback
Marron smiled at the happy memory, one of the few he had that he still held close to his heart. He stood slowly and headed off into the woods. The cool air brushed back his hair as he moved. Soon he came to a small stream that in a clearing a few miles off from where the team was camped.
He stepped forward into the cool water; his shoes instantly became flooded with the cool liquid. He didn't mind very much.
Marron closed his eyes allowing his body to relax. He lifted his arms to the skies above his head. The light touched the palms of his pale hands as if caressing it. He rose up onto his toes, slowly he began to rise out of the water itself. He turned threw the air, the water dropping off his wets robes and falling in a spiral back into the water from which it had come.
Tilting back his head, Marron's black eyes came to stare up at the blue sky above him. He thought of nothing and he thought of everything. He concentrated on keeping himself in the air, but his subconscious kept wandering back to his child hood and all the things he had endured to gain the power that now held him above the world and all its problems.
Gateau watched from the distance, the suns golden raze played across the mages pale features making him appear to shimmer in the early morning light, the drops of water that fell off his clothes were precious gems that fell into the water. He stood breathless watching as Marron's hair wound around his body.
Black eyes, stained with the blue of the sky came to glare at him. Gateau took a step back; he hadn't expected Marron to sense him so quickly. The eyes softened slowly, as they took note of the presence, and registered that it was not a threat.
Marron lowered himself back into the water. Walking onto the riverbanks he allowed himself to collapse into the warm grass. Still aware of the protective eyes watching over him from the distance he allowed sleep to wash over him.