Henry
Magic, a force that blurs the line between what we understand and what we don't, draws in the curious and the ambitious alike.
In the heart of Celestia, the vibrant capital of magic, sits a library that holds a vast collection of magical knowledge. It is a place where tomes from every age are carefully preserved, guarding the secrets of both well-known and forgotten spells.
Magicians flock to this library, each with their own goals. Some seek power and mastery over magic to improve their lives, while others come simply for the joy of learning.

One such visitor is a young woman in her late teens. Her snow-white hair flows with her graceful steps, drawing the gaze of everyone who sees her. She wears a white gown that speaks of nobility, adorned with the embellishments of the most exquisite jewels and accessories alike. It's the kind of attire that would make her a target for bandits and thieves, but somehow... Something about her keeps them at bay as she makes her way to the library—a place she desperately needs to visit.
Holding a lovely bouquet of white flowers within her arms, she quickened her pace, eager to avoid the constant stares from passersby and reach her destination as quickly as possible.
Cheri
Whilst the bustling cities are usually not a place this man would go, he had decided that today was a different day. A new day. His eagerness to learn of new magiks and the other wordly was insatiable, one could almost say that it was his purpose to be a magic canvas: an individual who would be the story-teller for anything magical in the world. His attire definitely gave off that sort of vibe as well.

He was hoping that the persona he carried would give off the aura of a mystical monk who had come from far off lands to visit such a prestigious library, however those that might know of his dark little secret... Well, he hoped that they'd keep to themselves. Whilst not an overly confrontational person, if faced with no other alternatives, he would quickly resort to violence.

Unlike the ornately dressed young woman, Oden was lacking in a noticeable department: hair. His clothes were simplistic yet stylish and practical, something he couldn't say for the very visible lady. The only jewellery that found its way onto this man's body were the pair of earrings that had golden like spheres hanging from them. The most prominent part of the man however, were his tattoos. They seemed to be lines, but the majority of them were hidden under his outer-garments.

His eyes couldn't help but drift to the white lady, as after all, she was quite noticeable. His mind would search for a reason as to why someone would be dressed so... Extravagantly like that, and only a few made their way into his mind. Alas, he would not find out unless he interacted with the individual, which was something he would avoid for now. Instead, it appeared as though they both had a similar destination.

As the man walked, he felt a pair of familiar eyes gazing down at him from the sky. A sense of comfort would wash over the man as he risked a glance up and to the left, his grey eyes settling on Arro, his familiar. Looking back to his destination, he would continue forward.
Henry
As she got closer to her destination, the young woman took a turn into a narrow alley, finally feeling some relief. The stares from people in the busy streets were gone, and she couldn't stand being the center of attention, like prey under a flock of vultures, waiting to pounce on anything of value.
Looking up, she saw the library's tall walls. This was the place she needed- home to countless books from across the world, including the ones she was interested in, with details about forbidden magic.
A smile crossed her lips, her ice-blue eyes sparkling with anticipation, but it didn't last long. Suddenly, a group of rough-looking men appeared, cloaked in dark rags and wielding weapons that seemed to absorb the light.

Thieves-more accurately, criminal mages who prowled the darker corners and alleyways where the city guards rarely ventured.
"Hey, little miss," One of the men called out, flashing a grin that revealed a gold tooth. "We've had our eye on you for a while. You seem like you got something worth our time." He took a stepb toward her with each word.

The young woman frowned, clearly annoyed but keeping her composure. She stepped back, gripping her bouquet more tightly, trying to create distance as he moved in closer.
"How about you do us a favor and hand over your valuables, huh?" He asked, his voice low and menacing. As he spoke, a dagger appeared in his hand, and his two companions also drew their weapons, each one radiating a dark energy.
The lady clicked her tongue, taking a few more steps back until she bumped into the cold stone wall behind her. She was cornered. With her delicate appearance and lack of visible weapons, she seemed to be in serious trouble.

"Hngh..." She muttered under her breath, searching for a way out. Would someone come to her aid, or would she have to find her own escape?
Cheri
There was very little in the city aside from this library that piqued his interest. He was not one to go to brothels or bars, he was not one to stay in one place for any period of time, nor was he one to go sight seeing. His kind were heavily discriminated against, especially within Celestia where they were all believed to be bad and evil, yet that wasn't always the case. Oden liked to think that he wasn't evil, but he was by no means good. He was in the middle. Balanced by good and evil. That was the way he believed Witches and Warlocks should be, not purely evil.

As the man continued on, a strange realisation would plague his mind. That once visible and obvious lady he had noticed was now but a figment of his imagination, disappearing from the visible world as though there was nothing about her that was real. A spirit, dressed in white, but that couldn't have been possible? Surely not. Just then, a voice would ring out in his head.

*"A Spirit is being cornered by Shadows, Artist."*

That voice was one of a hollow, whispy nature, one that was very familiar to him. Looking up at his familiar, he'd offer no acknowledgement, but would realise what she meant. She saw it too, the Spirit. Without changing his pace, the man would continue on his way, before ducking into that same alley-way, before making his way to their location. When he got there, his right arm and right eye would glow a bright yellow, his hand flicking behind his back as the alley was obstructed from view, putting up an illusion of light.

Once the spell was complete, his arm and eye would return to their normal form. Intertwining his fingers infront of him, the man would just stand there, still, silent, waiting for his presence to be noticed just to assess the situation at hand.
Henry
What Oden would see is the young noblewoman backed into a corner, clutching her bouquet like it was her lifeline. The assailants drew closer, their weapons crackling with dark magic.
"What's it gonna be, huh?" One of them taunted, his grin as sharp as the dagger in his hand. "Your life or your valuables, princess?" He was enjoying the sight of the noblewoman's discomfort.

The young woman stood firm, refusing to show fear. Her grip tightened on the paper wrapping her flowers. "...And what if I choose neither?" She said, her voice calm but defiant.
The leader moved closer, his finger tracing her jawline, then sliding down her neck to her torso. "You know what comes next, don't you?" His grin turned cruel, and he raised his dagger, preparing to pin her against the wall. But he paused, glancing toward Oden's hidden position.

In a swift motion, he unleashed a swirl of dark energy, snuffing out the light and revealing Oden's presence. The other two assailants moved toward Oden, intent on eliminating any witnesses.

"Deus, Xema!" They chanted, summoning their own familiars—a sand lion and a vulture wreathed in darkness. No words were necessary; they aimed to take Oden down.
The leader shoved the noblewoman aside, sending her crashing to the ground. He cast a spell, "Dark Conseulos," And chains formed from the shadows beneath her, binding her in place. She yelped as she fell, her bouquet cushioning the impact.
"Looks like we have a nosy interloper," The leader growled, clicking his tongue in irritation. "We can't have that. Time to deal with you." He raised his dagger and prepared to attack Oden, ready to cast another spell if necessary. His accomplices, with their summoned familiars, closed in, creating a tight circle around the warlock.

The situation was dire... Would Odn be able to turn the tide, or would the assailants succeed in their grim task?
Cheri
The man would just stand and watch as he witnessed the Dark Mages' intentions laid bare. He knew that whatever he did now was no longer evil, and was instead done in the pursuit of justice, or at least that's what he told himself. As the Warlock found his barrier broken down, he would now know that he was required to fight. Such an annoyance, but it was something that he knew would happen.

As he stood still and calm, the man would watch the familiars come to life. One of sheer darkness, and one made whole by sand grains numbering in the billions maybe. Luckily, his magic was suited for some of these elements, and all of it was best effective against human flesh.

With but moments to make a decision, the man would finally act after having been dormant for the duration of the altercation thus far. Unclasping his hands, his fingers would tense as his veins barely protruded under his skin, his many winding tattoos across his body glowing a light grey as the air around them begun to pick up in pace. As it became more and more built up, the Warlock would quickly bend his knees and extend his palms outwards, a violent burst of wind expanding outwards at shin level with the attempt to sweep the legs of the two closest adversaries out from under them and hopefully push back their familiars.

Almost immediately after this, Oden's tattoos and eyes would change colour to a bright, electric blue as he sent a burst of electricity through the floor and to the ground immediately under the closest mages, aiming to send a lethal voltage coarsing through their body for enough time to render their lives forfeit.
Henry
His attack swept the two assailants off their feet, sending them crashing to the ground. Though they groaned, they quickly flipped back up, avoiding a hard landing. The vulture familiar, sensing the incoming force, blended into its master's shadow to avoid being blown away. Meanwhile, the sand lion transformed into a swirling sandstorm, hoping to counter the wind magic and obscure his view of their approach.

*ROAR!!!*

The leader of the group grinned with mischief. "You're about to meet your end, mate. Should've just let us be," He said with a smirk, his voice thick with cockiness. With a chuckle, he vanished into the swirling sandstorm, clearly confident that his comrades could handle the rest.

Throughout the chaos, the lady in white remained on the ground. Her eyes were tightly shut, avoiding the debris and sand swirling around her. 

"Hngh..!" She groaned quietly, making sure to keep her eyes and mouth closed. Getting a mouthful of sand was the last thing she needed in the middle of all this.
Cheri
The man would watch with a steeled expression as his mind thought of ways to combat the different elements against him. His own abilities weren't exactly the most useful against such opponents, but he had ways in which he hoped that he could go about defeating them. Sure, this space wasn't exactly the easiest to deal with, but he could still do it none the less.

Without giving the opponents much time, the tattooed man would quickly swap one of his arms to his air magic, and the other to light. The tattoos on his right arm and his right eye would glow with a grey light, whilst his left side would glow yellow. Sending a sudden burst of air into the ground to clear the sand away from him for but a moment, the man's left arm would glow brightly, before shooting up and sending a ball of light into the air.

Within seconds, this ball of light would detonate and light up the area with a blinding bright light, and as if instantly, the man would pivot onto his left foot, his right leg quickly springing up and kicking forward. Whilst his kick wasn't going to make physical contact at all, a sudden surge of lightning would shoot forward from the kick itself, propelled towards the Shadow Mage. He was hoping that by using the blinding light for but a split second, and sending a bolt of lightning towards the man, he wouldn't be able to use his shadow magic to block or avoid the bolt, and hopefully the familiar would be stuck in his shadow for even but that split second.

If he could take out that mage, then it would be easier for him to focus on the sand manipulator.