This post has been edited by November Re'th on Jun 12 2005, 08:16 PM

Sir Morgan had come to Blackthorn in hopes of finding the king. He wanted contact with him, but lost it quite a few days earlier. This was quite a secluded area, the perfect retreat for a king. His hair blew back and his shirt puffed out in the breeze. He had his hands set on his sides having his elbows jutting out. He raised his right hand and stroked his goutee and let out in a sigh, "My lord, my leige, what have we done? Lost ourself to a loyal and most likely found by a rebel."

He walked through the trees and stumbled over an occasional root that was not noticable by himself. "My leige... of what fate befalls you?!" Somthing caught his attention, as his eyes fall upon the ground he noticed the black rose. "Ah, of what beauty you show, you show evil with your thorns but you appeal to the eye. Many woman can be compared to you, oh rose of roses!" He picked it up and the thorns went into his finger, he quickly released the flower. "Ah... the pain you give me also like a woman..."

He chuckled abit to himself as he picked it up slowly, making sure his fingers didn't touch the thorns again. His brown eyes slowly closed as he raised the flower to his nose, "Ah the fragrence of a rose, is more appealing to me than a woman to my nose." He chuckled another time to himself as he started to walk again. "I think I shall hold onto you, you may come in handy when I meet a mistress. Not many men give a lady a rose from Blackthron do they? Nope not to often indeed."

As he continued to walk he noticed a cloaked figure. He quickly threw the rose to his left hand, not realising that the thorns would soon be in his hand. "Ah... you sting as if a Tynl Crab has pinched my very fingers." He fixed the rose in his hand so the throns were not in his fingers quickly and drew his rapier in his right. He stood forward with his right so he was sideways facing her, with the rapier in between them. His left hand still held the rose, was left behind him for balance. "On what account does one go about the woods in such a mysterious fashion? Quick show your face to me and tell me why you conceal it so..."

"Is he still following us?" Sakura was sitting on Willows shoulder facing the opposite direction. Her hand was under her chin and her lip was pouting "mmhhhmm" Sakura rolled her eyes and let out a sign. Willow shook her head and still continue to walk in the forest "Um.. Sakura did we not just past this forest a couple of days ago coming from Cameron.

Willow got extremely irritated and screamed. The trees around her were quickly forced down as the wind was blown against them. Willows hair turned red as did her eyes. The matue like face was quickly turned to a youthful 19 year old looking girl in the human world. Willow's nails grew and she brung out her fan "I need to kill some one NOW" Sakura smiled and turned around with a preposition. The grin on her face was priceless. She tip toed to Willow's ear and whispered "Why don't we kill Breven...hehehhe"

Willow was shocked that Sakura would say such a thing. The fact was Sakura thought Breven was funny looking and like to throw snowballs at him. Now and then she would attempt to hit him "Sakura its the not killing enought thats getting to us" Sakura had a sad face again and went back into her original position "mmmmhmmm"

Willow looked around to see trees forced down in a circle "Should I put them up?" Sakura shook her head with her hand still under her head "Naaaaa" Willow began to fan herself as she walked forward over the tree.

"Don't like trees anyways" Sakura said with a pouty face.

"Ah so you wish me to put away what is dangerous for us both? Hm... such a fair sounding voice, surely you must have the beauty to back that up." He closed his eyes and grinned imagining her face. He slowly put his rapier away and set the rose on the ground. He raised his glove to his goutee and stroked it, "So my fair maiden what is all this hush hush business about your idenity and why are you locked up in such a place of solitude."

He walked closer to her but remained ten feet away from her, "I am sorry for my many questions, it is not too often I see such a fair face in such a place." He grinned again and folded his arms across his chest. "I... what was that?" His ears tuned into the destruction of of the forest. "Do my ears deceive me in such a manner? The chaos of the forest had come upon this one, you must not die. Who has the right?!" He looked in the direction of the noise, "I am sorry madam..." He took a bow, "But I must see to this intolerant being of a person who is destroying our land. Stay safe for I shall return, unless if you wish to follow me."

With those words he pulled his rapier out of his sheath and ran towards the noise. "You creten... show yourself, you destroyer of worlds. Make yourself visable to my eye!" He jumped over one of the fallen trees to see the site of another women, "Oh... two in one day, Xlander must be watching out for me today." He looked to the sky and smiled. "A woman such as yourself could not cause such havoc could they not? Tis such beauty represents fragilness and in my eyes you are like a vase. Or the weak little black thorn flowers you see about you."

Breven had been following Willow's trail for quite some time now. All of the walking had been exausting, but it was well worth it to be so close to her magnificent beauty. Breven wasn't quite sure if he would attack Willow or propose to her when they finally met up. Both options seemed sound enough to Breven and allthought he was openly attacked by Willow he was willing to put the past behind him for a woman such as her.

Breven stoped when he noticed Willow had forced the tree's around her to the ground with a wind gust. He was allmost frightened by her awesome display of power. "What a woman" he said under his breath.

It was then that Breven noticed a strange man jump on one of the fallen tree's and mutter something about vases and flowers. Either this man was a flourest (sp?) or he was trying to steal his Willow. My Willow? Breven thought to himself, allmost questioning his own train of thought. After a moment of thought Breven decided that this man must be challenged to a duel. For my honor Breven thought with an assuring nod.

"Who are you who dares to challenge a woman!?" Breven bellowed out to the man as he steped out from his place in the trees. "Have you no sence of honor? Only those without honor threaten women, and if you are one of those men than I shall have to fight you." With that Breven drew his large sword and lifted to it's attacking position. The blade held out ready to be thrust into the heart of those who do not follow the laws of honor.

"So what say you?!" Breven said trying to be as intimidating as possible. Some of this fight was to right the wrongs of this man, but mostly it was to impress Willow. Breven decided to really give this man a run for his money. He activated the magics within his sword and the edge of the mighty blade shown red with heat. This should be a fight to remember, Breven thought as he tightened the grip on his sword and prepared for battle.

Willow continued to walk, until she was verbally beatend by a random man jumping out of the woods. She ignored him and kept walking forward with her eyes close. She stopped and move her head towards Sakura "Theres others in this forest... i can sense there souls. One of them is very pure...... go find it for me" Sakura nodded and smiled. She flew off into to the forest looking for a sign of human activity other than the one she was flying from.

Willow put her head down and let out a sign of breath. She continued to walk forward towards the women in the back. She could see her there, but barely. It was an enough image to follow by. Willow took another step before hearing Breven. He was going on about some women and ow he wouldn't let her go. It was almost exactly what the man was saying only he worded it diffrent "Well what do we have here.............."

Before Willow looked at anything she could tell by the womens soul she was an angle. Willow walked behind the women and felt her back. Willow was shocked the women wings weren't ripped, she could feel them through her cloak. She walked back infront of the women and squated infront of her "How did you get here?....... Shouldn't you be up there?........ Does the Lost one know of you?......... Did they erase your memory?" Willow thought to her self "Well surely they would of ripped her wings as well, but nooo....there...." Willow came out of her thought and raised an eyebrow " Whats your name?....... were you banned?"

Willow had asked so many questions that she was getting tired of thinking of all the possiblities. She had to ask one more question "Are you a Mistress?....you know" With that Willow lifted a blackrose from the ground with air. Willow got up and looked back over to Breven and the other man. It seemed they were gonna fight anytime soon "What the hell is wrong with humans?..... always up for a fight..... i need to stop asking questions so much......i need to stop talking to my self."

"Yep it would be good to stop talking to myself" Willow said caught in a net of thoughts.

This post has been edited by Wind Mistress Willow on Jun 22 2005, 07:21 PM

Sir Morgan stared at Breven for a minute, "A duel you wish but honor I do not lack. For you see I am the law," he pointed the rapier's point at Breven. He looked at Breven's sword and gulped, "such a huge man behind a huge weapon..." He stepped back with his left foot and placed his left hand behind him for balance. "What ties do you have with this woman sir, and are you entirely positive you wish to go against the king?"

He stared at Willow passed by him, "Well there goes the woman you so care about. If she is your wife I am truely sorry, my most humble apologies sir. Tis a fresh one you have on your hand, such beauty is represented by her. You can compare her to the most precious flowers on all of Tynl."

Sir Morgan continued to stare, "I ask of you to place your weapon aside or I may have to take the law into my own hands, and being as big, armored, and such a heavy blade you have, you look to be like a very slow man. Though I can be proved wrong, I have many a time."

Breven had not realized that this little man was the law. He allmost laughed out loud when he thought about the man running about doing the kings bidding. Breven could never live such a life, allthough he was used to taking orders on a farm in battle he belonged to only himself and his code.

The man was claerly intimidated with Breven's awesome power and breven was a bit curious about this mans skill, but if he was going against the law then Breven decided to let this fight slide. "Oh I did not realize that you were a man of the kingdom." Breven swung his sword around and rested it on his shoulders. "I do not wish to .. go against the king as you so strongly worded it. I would however like to witness your skill with a sword. Care for a friendly duel?"

Breven loved a good fight and it didn't matter in the least to him if Willow was watching anymore. Breven never used his real power in friendly fights, it was against his code. Unless of course his oponent asked him to, but even still he found it hard to injure his friends.

"And although your words of Willow are true and as much as I'd wish it to be, she is not my bride." Breven said mentally smacking himself for thinking of Willow in that way. He reminded himself that she was a soul stealing demon and should be turned over to the proper authorites. It was then that Breven realized that the little man may be helpful to him.

"I am simply tracking her because I beleve that she may be a criminal" Breven said matter-of-factly. Realizing that his duel may have to be posponed to deal with Willow who had snuck out of Breven's view while he was chalenging this man.

Sir Morgan continued to keep his rapier raised at the man. He raised a brow at Breven, "You did not think I was with the king? Does such a normal peasant wear such fine clothing and have the time to take up the art of fencing, I do not think so... no no no no no my friend." He chuckled out loud, "A duel you say, my blade against yours? Hardly compareable in size I say but I am always up for a friendly duel."

Sir Morgan lowered his sword to his right side and faced Breven properly. He raised his hand up to his goutee and stroke it, "My name is Jaraldo Malachi Morgan III, you may call me whatever you wish, but most my title for the king is Sir Morgan. What is your name my ratherly large man. Surely I seem like a very tiny person with nothing compared to you and your thick armour." He gave a full belly laugh, "No offense to you friend, no offense meant."

"Tsk... tsk... tsk..." he shook his head at his words. "You seem to be swooning over her, have you known her long? Why does she avoid talking to you or even looking at you? Tis a shame indeed, you would have a great reward if you kept that flower in your vase on the mantle."

Sir Morgan's eyes widened, "A criminal?! You wish'th a criminal to be your bride? What foolery bestows you, only wrong can acome by your foolishness. On what account is she, murder, theivery... what? Tell me quickly before I faint of such a suprise..." He put the backside of his left hand against his forhead and closed his eyes, joking around at his statement.