The golden shafts of the morning sun breached the ever-green leaves of the forest, illuminating the path that Crane had taken through the night.  The moon, although still visible, was already being replaced by the bright sun.  Not a single cloud floated in the blue sky, not even a wisp.  Crane couldn't have felt more energized.  Pushing his horse to move faster, he pulled his own sword from it's sheath.<br/><br/>The blade was made of Acronite, a metal used to create stars and comets in the night sky.  Acronite was incredibly hard, and yet very bright at the same time.  In fact it even could produce it's own light in dark areas due to a very complex method of harnessing the light of day, and storing it for night.  His blade was no longer than his horse's neck, but he was incredibly efficient with it.<br/><br/>Quickly, as his horse pounded along the trail, he came upon a rocky bluff to his left, which provided a clear view to the stretch of land beneath it.  Crane dismounted, patting his horse's nose on the way down.  In two quick strides, he made it to the edge.  Crane bent over, examining the vast plains below, which ultimately ended in a coast line.  In the distance he even saw the port he was looking for.  He smiled in surprise, suspecting they would make it there even earlier than expected.  Crane returned to his mount, his mind filled with future travel plans.<br/><br/>The sound of gushing water brought him back to reality, as he realized that mortals needed to rest and drink if they were to continue.<br/>"Hey!" he called to Celris.  "We can have a rest for a few minutes over there," he said, while pointing to a small pond and creek to his left.<br/>Crane dismounted, and grabbed his horse by the reigns, leading it to the bubbling spring.  The crisp taste of cool water refreshed him further, although he knew he did not need it t go on.  His horse seemed grateful for the break, lapping up the water as if it had never drunk before in it's life.  Crane laughed, because technically it hadn't.<br/><br/>After sitting in the sun, and drinking his fair share, Crane's eye caught a metal glint on the bank.  Standing, Crane walked over to investigate.  A large spear made of a black rock had been laid on the muddy shore.  Crane realized the stone was Obsidian, a rock commonly found near volcanic areas.  Curiosity clouded Crane's mind as he examined the weapon further.  Instantly Crane grew wary.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">What would a weapon like this be doing here?</span>, He thought.<br/>Crane turned to the pond, searching it for life with his power.  Surprised, he tripped over himself, landing in a pile of daisies.  Crane, without waiting a moment longer, leaped through the air into the pond, swimming to the bottom.  Without bothering to look at exactly what he was carrying, he swam as fast as he could back to the shore.  When he finally did examine the 'wreckage', he found himself staggering back, mouth open.<span style="font-style: italic">It was one of them...</span><br/><br/>Crane's first instinct was to rip the remaining energy from the Highbreed, and scatter it's parts.  After examining the critical condition, and confusion of the beast's conscious, Crane had an idea.<br/>With a wave of his hand, he applied a healing power to the creature, assuming his own magic would work like<span style="font-style: italic">hers</span>.  Crane sighed, examining his work.  The extremely destroyed parts seemed to be healed, although Crane couldn't tell whether or not he had done enough to preserve the body.  All he could do was wait, but if the Highbreed rose it would have a lot of questions to answer before it's ultimate destruction.