((Below I will restate Ontos's section, the only part you need to read is in bold - which is such a small part lol.))<br/>_________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>She found herself in a forest again. Looking, waiting, watching, hoping... But her wish won't come true. She had been walking for a while, lost in thought. The last village she had been in had shunned her when she had healed a child's wound.<span style="font-style: italic">They always do...</span><br/><br/>She was a Half Elf that could do magick. As such, she was shunned by most.<span style="font-style: italic">The bigots.</span>They usually threw rocks at her and cursed her to hell and back.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Crack!</span><br/><br/>She immediately stopped when she heard a twig break, she then tensed when she heard someone speak. Her eyes found the party of four, three males and a fe...<span style="font-style: italic">An Angel. A female Angel is on the forest floor. Wait... her wings look horrid!</span><br/><br/>Once she established the fact that an Angel was only feet away and hurt, she focused in on what the men were saying:<br/><br/>"But what the hell can injure her that badly? I'm not sure if we can defeat whatever it is, and none of us are planning on dying here," said the first, the shortest with black short hair, green eyes, and a large scar running horizontally below both his eyes in silk clothing and a blue fedora, stated.<br/><br/>"We could try, sir. Like, prioritise ourself over her. Drop and run if we're on the verge of getting surrounded, or if we get injured significantly," the second, a tall, lanky man who was armored in chainmail and carrying a crossbow, suggested.<br/><br/>"Basically, we try. If we fail because we aren't trying too hard, we just say we did our best, run back home and sleep soundly at night?" The third, a  6'6" muscle-bound warrior who wore leather armour, stated this.<br/><br/>The other two glared at the one in leather.<br/><br/>"My father said I shouldn't lie to myself," the one in leather replied, scratching his hair with a large finger.<br/><br/>"No..." the first sighed.<br/><br/>"We're protecting her. Early, grab her and carry her. Roy, shoot any pursuers. I'll fight them if they're not the sort to go down by silver bolts."<br/><br/>The one in silk and the one in leather went towards the Angel, and<span style="font-weight: bold">Serenity tensed in preparation to save the Angel in case they changed their minds.</span><br/><br/>"If you heard anything we said, I apologise for our cold-heartedness. My name is Sir Ashton Cromwell. And as a knight, I am to protect you," said the one in silk, otherwise known as Ashton.<br/><br/>The one in leather extended his large hands towards the angel. "Ride up, little lady. We'll be moving."<br/><br/>Serenity was so focused on the Angel and the men, she didn't notice the newcomer until she heard her say "Wh-What are you doing to her? What have you already done to her?"<br/><br/>Serenity sighed.<span style="font-style: italic">This is going to be a long day...</span>She then stepped out of her hiding spot and stated, "They did nothing to her. They are, in fact, her rescuers. I wish to help in this endeavor of helping the Angel."