Darius<br/><br/>He awoke with a start on his bed tears streaming from his ebony eyes. Whoever sai angels didnt cry was a goddamn liar. Darius had had the same dream that he'd been dreaming for fifty years, well more of a memory actually. It was the day that he had fallen in love with his charge, saved her from death, and had been forsaken for it.<br/>Sitting up he wiped away the tears with the back of his forarm. During the night he had felt a giant pulse of power when it had dissapeared just as quickly as quickly as it had appeared. Standing he dressed in some black dress pants and a gray button up dress shirt. Nothing made girls want him more than being dressed up.<br/>Checking his schedule he found he had the swordmasters class, so he exited his room and began walking that way, his wings tucked against his back.<hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/>Aine<br/><br/>She was confused at first as he sat there with a concerned look on his handsome face before she began giggling.<br/>"I am most certainly not the hulk." She said but quickly stopped laughing. "There is something different....I feel more powerful as if the magical ability in my body has been suddenly increased." She said with a puzzled expression looking down at her hands.<br/>Aine gazed at her hands for a long while until she looked at a clock in her room.<br/>"Its almost time for breakfast." She said.