<div class="floatright">(http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/049/2/4/dragon_boy_by_sakimichan-d4q2z34.jpg)</div>The dry afternoon sun filtered its way through jade-like leaves, causing a dappled pattern of cool shadows and shade to form alongside the burning light. The was a slight warm wind that brought with it the deep earthy smells and sounds of the forest.<br/><br/>Along the dusty path, a tall, slender figure in strange garments strode along with a strange gait halfway between the humble confident shuffling of a monk and the arrogant braggadocios stride of a noble, aided by a plain walking stick. His flowing silken robes, green, white, and gold, showed the marks of long travel. In addition to the silk robes, he wore a conical hat of bamboo to keep off the sun and shouldered a large pack. He walked looking down at the path rather than in front of him, but the way his sharp ears twitched indicated that he was listening to his surrounding rather than seeing them.<br/><br/>Hearing the sounds of leaves rustling, he jerked his head up, angling his golden eyes in the direction of the noise. A deer slipped away into the forest. Sighing, he looked back down. This place was making him a bit nervous. He had always had vague premonitions of the future, and now something in the back of his head was warning him that there were dangers in this forest. The feeling had been growing for awhile now.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: decorative;">"Sona: an Academy to unlock greatness."</span>He muttered to himself.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: decorative;">"Or so the message would have me to believe. I wonder what threats I will face before I ever see those promised halls?"</span>So asking, he looked up again, gazing forward along the path.