The moon was so rich and full that Ricari was absolutely enthralled by its beauty. The stars seemed to gather around the large moon as children did to hear the stories of their favorite grandfather. There was a gentle breeze that wafted through the air and ruffled his black hair. It had been on a night like this one over a month ago that he had first seen her face. She had been battling a water monster, but she had been losing. Ricari had stepped in and helped, but she hadn't taken kindly to his help at first.<br/><br/>Until she found out he was like her. Then she had run away out of fear, it seemed. Ricari had never imagined that he would meet someone else that possessed the same abilities that he did. He pulled his custome sleeve up his arm. His left arm was decorated with four violet colored butterfly tattos. They were currently glowing a bright silver color as they collected energy from the moon. There were four more on his right arm as well and two on each of his thighs.<br/><br/>He lowered the sleeve. She had had more tattoos than he, but he didn't know what that meant. If she was stronger, perhaps she hadn't realized yet how to fully manipulate her abilities. He had become a hero because of the power he posssessed. He felt it was his duty to protect the weak from the unseen monsters that feasted upon their souls. The Mist was a special blanket that covered the eyes of normal mortals and prevented them from seeing certain things. There were a few select individuals that could see beyond the Mist, but not many. This left many humans subject to the whims of the creatures that eternally stalked the night. They were granted no defense against these creatures.<br/><br/>She had become a hero like he, but she didn't wear a mask. He wondered if she looked the same in normal life or if she had simply found a way to use the mist to mask her face rather using a physical one. There were so many unknowns regarding this female, but his mind kept turning back to her. For the last month he had thought of little else. Especially on his nightly runs. Ricari kept hoping that he would come across her again, but he never did.<br/><br/>The male sighed and got to his feet. He was presently standing on the roof of a cathedral. With a deep breath, he stepped off of the rooftop. His descent was rapid as the Earth seemed to jump up to meet him, but at the last second, he suddenly paused and fluttered in the air as a silver glow shrouded his body. Then he landed easily and gracefully.<br/><br/>The town of Varne was sleeping, and all seemed peaceful. But Ricari knew that wasn't the case. There were monsters prowling about. He could feel the energy radiating from somewhere to his left. It seemed to be pretty far away, so he began running. He would find it. Ricari again wondered if that girl would appear again, but he knew he couldn't afford to get his hopes up once again.<br/>The energy he sensed led him to a large warehouse that looked as if it had been abandoned quite a long time ago. There was a large fence with a simple lock on the door. He placed his hand on the lock, and it glowed silver. A click resounded through the still night as his lunar magic unlocked it. He threw the lock down and then made his way toward the warehouse. Now that he was closer, he sensed sveeral energies. His eyebrows furrowed. What could be going on here?