"Fair enough, but Osbourne..." spoke Crane, "Have you ever thought maybe... Just maybe.  It was one of your own that struck you?"  briefly Crane paused, to let the thought sink in.  "I mean, no Alune could've done that to you as far as I know."  Crane glanced at Osbourne, readying himself for a fight if needed.  Sensing the moment pass, he turned back to his fire.  His last words for the night slipped from his lips as he descended into sleep.<br/><br/>"Maybe...."<br/><br/>****<br/><br/>When the sun's rays washed over Crane's face, he immediately awoke, his mind already moving to asses the situation.  Without even hesitating to put out the fire, Crane leapt onto the back of his sleeping Rehno, which in turn awoke.  The beast pulled itself to it's feet groggily and unsteadily, but before it could even yawn, Crane had begun to whip his reigns.<br/><br/>"Rise and shine!" He called, hoping to wake the group.  He waited for a few moments to let them catch up, before shaking the reigns on his creature.  The Rehno reluctantly pulled into a steady jog away from the campfire.<br/><br/>"Let's Go! Let's Go!" He called with renewed vigor.  The sun had always seemed to boost his power, fueling his energy.  At night he almost felt mortal, powerless and incapable of anything.  A grin the size of a watermelon seemed to be plastered across Crane's face as he surged forward.  He had a big day planned, but first he needed to reach Tol'sel.<br/><br/><br/>****************************************<br/><br/>As dawn broke, the sands of the Dry-lands seemed to glow with the golden rays.  Calmly grits of sand floated aimlessly through the vast wasteland.  Not a mouse stirred on land nor a vulture in the air.  All seemed serene... Seemed.  For a few minutes, a fireball spun ferociously towards the land, a mute speck of light in the distance.  Unfortunately for the desert sands, this fireball came crashing down on top of it creating a noise like no other.  It was as if all the noise the desert had avoided for the past twenty years had suddenly converged into one loud grinding sound.  The sound did not dissipate either, as it echoed for many minutes before stopping.<br/><br/>There, in the middle of the sandy plain, was a crater the size of eight Rehnos in diameter.  For twenty minutes, it smoked ominously, yet soundlessly.  This peace did not last, for soon afterwards, Coralzane, who had traveled all night, emerged, blackening the very sand with only the touch of his body.  Where he walked, death followed.  Yes, Coralzane was Highbreed, but not just any Highbreed.  He was unique in his own way, for he was one of the first created Highbreed.  His class was neither warrior nor archer, no, his class was labeled as 'Seraph'.  So here he was, pacing the sands of the Dry-Lands, swinging his own personalized scythe back and forth with ease.  Each step he took, the ground would change.  The raw sand would turn to glass under the intense power emanating off of him.  Even the sand mice were caught in his step as they attempted to scurry underground.  Coralzane did not fly or run, but simply walked, knowing he had landed not far from Tol'sel, where he would find his prey.<br/>Slowly, he breathed, planning ahead of time.