The morning was cool. The sun’s rays trickled down through the leafy branches of the 800 year old trees the called the mossy court yard of the Deamon king’s castle home. It was the prefect temperature for two students to be studying their lectures on the writings of classic Deamon literature. The court yard was quiet except for the echoing of a single young male’s voice.<br/><br/>“98…99….100…. ready or not here I come!” Kasko lifted his head from the moss covered wall. He turned and looked around the court yard. There was an assortment of flowers, and other plants that riddled the grounds with color. A stone path cut through the “man-made” forest which led to various tables, and benches, on its route to one of the entry ways into the castle.<br/><br/>Kasko looked around, but didn’t see his playmate. A small frowning crinkled his brow slightly he started to walk, looking around trees, and under bushes. Kasko was dressed in brown trousers, a cream tunic topped with a deep green vest all of which hung loosely on his small frame. He wore brown leather boots that came to mid shin. He kept his snow white hair in a braid that hung a little passed his shoulder. This past summer he turned 12, but one wouldn’t think so, he was short for his age.<br/><br/>“Shii you better not have gone into the castle! We said court yard only!” his sky blue eyes scanned the trees, and bushes for movement… nothing. He growled lightly and inched toward the doors to see for any sign of whether or not Shii, his playmate had been through the area.<br/>