<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="https://a2-images.myspacecdn.com/images03/5/709fc53884bf410b9c93f078e9976436/600x600.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>Upon a high cliff, was a tree. A old, ancient, very large tree; it was the only one in the whole area of hot, desolate land. The ground was pure rock and dirt, and surrounding it from at least a twenty foot radius were streams of lava, that flowed. Falling over the edge of the cliff, like a molten hot waterfall. The trees limbs spread to the sky, and it's roots curled somewhat out if the ground, and from the face of the cliff. Upon the branches were laves, and also soft pink flowers, which, with even in the slightest of breezes, a shower of petals would fall like a pink rain. Underneath and surrounding the cliff itself were clouds of white, almost solid in appearance. And in it's expanse of branches, there was what appeared to be a creature that was half elf, and half serpentine dragon of some sort, resting upon a large branch, his lower half, a light spring green long scaled tail wrapped around the trunk, his upper half laying down, arm dangling in the air below him. His name was Efri Jun, and this tree was actually his home for the time being. He was an outcast from where he was from, forced to leave because of who and what he was.<br/><br/>Right now his eyes were closed, but when he hears a noise, his eyes open, and he was surprised as a man climbed up over the edge if the cliff, and made his way to the base of the tree, leaning against one if the huge roots sticking out of the ground. The tip of his tail flicks, the white tuft of fur that was on it swishing gently. This was new.... Efri noticed that the man was a blonde, and elf, and cautiously descends from the tree, hanging onto the trunk still, moving so he was hovering above the man, his long silver hair falling gently around his face. He saw that the elf was injured...<br/><br/>Tilting his horned head, he reaches out slowly, his long white claw-like nails touching to the man's face, just barely, healing a cut upon his face. A bell, tied to a tasseled string around his neck, jingles lightly, as he moved. He repeats the process on all if the other injuries, until no bleeding cut remained. Why he was doing this, had no reason. It was in his very nature to help others, his personality would not let him look away. Once he was done, he goes back up the tree, retreating back into the branches, hidden from view. Staring at the man from the safety of the tree, he wonders just what had happened. No one ever came here if they had a choice...<br/><br/>And then he blinks, coming out of the daze he'd been in. Looking down, he saw that there was no blonde elf. Sighing, he knew that it was just a dream, but he didn't realize that wasn't what it had been. No, in fact, it had been a premonition of the future, of something that was to happen, and very soon. He closes his eyes again, a drifts off to a light slumber, not quite asleep, but resting, completely aware what was going on around him.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">~✲~今日~✲~明日~✲~昨日~✲~</div><br/><br/>In a small clearing in the woods, surrounded by a pile of books, was a young brown haired elf. He was currently asleep, resting quietly as the dappled light from the sky above, which filtered through the trees warmed his face gently. A soft smile was on his face, it looked like he was quite relaxed as he slept. However, he was not to be like this for long, when suddenly a thought springs in to his head, his eyes opening wide. "OH NO!" He cries out loud as he sits up quickly, getting to his knees and scrabbling to pick up all the books, papers, and odd objects from the ground and shove them in to the leather bag that was there.<br/><br/>Once he had, he picks up the unique staff that was set against a rock, flings his bag on to his shoulders, and scrambles out of that spot. He begins to run, through the trees, quick as a deer in flight, and zooms through the village, those he passes gives him a weird look but he pays them no heed. He needed to hurry, or he'd be late. He wasn't about to miss this. He'd feel terrible if he did.<br/><br/>Continuing to run, he accidentally slips and falls, but gets back up again, ignoring the fact that he'd cut his hands and chin, the scraps bleeding slightly. And then he spots it. His target. He'd recognize that blonde hair anywhere. "SKY!!!" He yells, panting just a little bit, as he'd run quite a ways in a short amount of time. "WAIT! SKY! WAIT!!!" Eventually he reaches the taller, and older male elf, reaching out to grasp at his arm. After a short amount of gasping to catch his breath, he stands up straight.<br/><br/>The young elf with brown hair and wide eyes stares at Sky. His only friend. "Let me come with you. Please! I don't belong here in this place and you know it! I want to go out and help you. Please, please, please! I'm begging you Sky!" He had an earnest look in his eyes, as he gazed at the blonde elf. The brunette, whose name was Wednesday, was a stubborn one, and he was in one of those moods of his where he'd keep insisting something until he got his way.