<div style="text-align: center"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:purple">The night sky shone above the small field, where Selo now stood. The slender male stood, silent, motionless, as if petrified. A wind blew around him, causing the strands of his bandanna to fly in the air behind him, his eyes still covered, his jacket lifting up only slight to the breeze. His head was tilted down, as if looking at the ground in front of him. His hands were at his side, fists clenched, memories running through his thoughts.</span> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:crimson"><i>"NO! Leave me alone!"</i></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:purple"> The female's voice would say in his mind. <i>"You will not touch her again!"</i> His own words replayed. <br/>
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His head would twitch as the blow repeated in his mind.</span> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:crimson"><i>"What did you do?"</i></span> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:purple">Said the same female voice, but weaker, fading away as if dieing. "I didn't want this to happen. I thought I could control it." Selo said in an audible voice. His head lifted up, as if looking around at the spectral beings around him. "Was it all worth it in the end?" He questioned.</span> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:crimson">"I wouldn't know." the invisible being's voice would say in a tone as if gas were able to speak.</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:purple">"That's enough remembering for now. We need to head out once more. More bandits may show up." He said, his own voice speaking as though it was cracked, or broken. Selo turned, the strands of cloth flowing around his head now as he walked on, heading to the forest lines. After a few hours of walking, he would come up to what 'felt' like a city of sorts. He headed to the gates, them being left open.<br/>
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He knelled down, touching his hand to the ground. Two bodies laid dead, guards by the heaviness he could 'feel' from them. "What is happening here?" He questioned, and could feel vibrations, as if horses were moving, a group of them. They were a distance away, and only moving away as time passed. "Hmm...wonder what they are." He questioned, standing back up and walking pass the gates.</span> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:crimson">"What are we doing here? There isn't any corruption here, Selo." Another voice said, not heard by any being around the male other then him self. "Weren't we going to go to the Dead Lands we all sensed?" The same voice questioned.</span> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:purple">"We will head there when I feel we do. I can sense something else here, a presence." Selo said, walking on through the streets.<br/>
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He continued to move through the streets, until he came close to the 'presence' he sensed. The being weighed heavy with magic, a spell cast of sorts maybe, and had the aura of corruption or darkness around him. Selo would tell the male carried him self with high esteem, the aura spoke it to him, though what powers the male carried were beyond him. "Magic Caster. You are one, are you not?" He spoke aloud, standing a way behind who ever the male was. <br/>
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There were basically no people around, which was good, it could work for Selo.</span> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:crimson">"You CAN sense that aura of magic on him, can you not Swift-Feet?" Said the first voice. "He may be even stronger than you in most areas!" The voice added on.</span> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:purple">"Be quiet. I need to concentrate." Selo said in a low tone, making sure the spirits around him could only hear him.<br/>
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{I hope this is alright and will suffice...}</span>​</div>