If it weren't for the wind, Quihen would not have entered the archway. It seemed like such a sweet, peaceful place that he couldn't bare to bring the destructive hunters there. But the wind felt like magic and any type of magic other than his own (which couldn't harm hunters) could be his rescue. Either it would protect him, or he could use it as defense. For on his left hand was one big ring, currently invisible, that had proved to be useful. His right hand was filled with slim, yellow-goldish rings. Except they weren't real rings, they were shrunken halos.<br/>He let the pulling wind guide him and ran through the gate. He slowed down as he neared the cabin and stopped well before it. He looked around to see whether the hunters were still behind him.<br/>