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To clear out his head, the Drakanite had a simple solution. Percival would go travelling! A long, slow movement out of the tundra, a scarf around his neck to keep himself warm.. A holy aura around his body instead of fire, though, it’s not like he couldn’t feel the warmth. Holy magic.. Something that the Drakanite practiced quite often, constantly maintaining that aura of positive feeling around his boy. How much he loved it.. The feeling of warmth.


Percival would soon find himself in the forest. He wanted to explore around, and see if he could find any weaker Yokai.. He wanted to work on dealing with Yokai, too. He couldn’t channel positive feelings when fighting; only those of protecting himself. Therefore, what could he do if he stopping thinking about protecting himself? He’d be dead. On the ground! It was difficult when your father instructed you to make fire with your happy thoughts.. Holy magic came to him in the same way, of course.


The Whitefall continues to travel. What if he could find a sizeable Yokai? Something that would definitely be interesting. At the same time, though, he hoped not to find a more powerful Yokai lurking within the area. It was a sense of fear that he carried within him! He almost lost to Kok-Log; if he lost to another Yokai -- one that was, perhaps, even more powerful?


… He didn’t want to think of that.






Throughout all of the travelling that the Drakanite himself had done, and the thinking upon thinking.. It seemed that he got lost! He had no idea where he was, and that same sense of fear had overtaken him. Would he find himself unable to get home? He wasn’t exactly sure, the simple sense of fear washing over him! But he continues to move about, with the hopes of finding his way to Danarium. Marking the trees would have been a good idea. But he’d find a way out, soon.


To a certain species, one that had human features; and buglike features, the type that were extremely small, however.. Percival was approaching the <i>wrong</i> place, one that he’d likely end up not wanting to be at if he took a step further.


Of course; there weren’t any warnings. Percival only continues to move throughout the forest, seeing if he could find the right place.. An aura of holy magic still fluctuates around him; fluorishing with his positive thoughts.














Even as Percival continues on throughout the forest, he’s somewhat confused. He was sure that he’d soon find his way to Danarium -- to visit Rhea, but who knew if he would, really. It was entirely possible that he’d never find his way there. He really needed to focus the next time that he came here!


After all, it was never hard to get lost when the trees looked the exact same. His eyes search up; looking towards the sun. There surely had to be a way out.. If he followed it, perhaps he’d end up outside of the woodlands! There were only two ways out, of course. Actually out of the forest? Or landing in the sea.


Percival begins to follow the sun, while a certain group of fairies grow somewhat fearful. He was getting closer to their territory..


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Now, Percival was overstepping boundaries.. He’d entered the territory of the <i>fairies</i>, a race that generally kept to themselves. But what was to say about him? He was mildly distraught; he didn’t know which way from which. He was only following the sun’s direction. Of course, he was only hoping that the sun wouldn’t end up making him swim if he fell into the ocean…


But, he’d done the wrong thing.. He stepped into their territory; the area in which a group of fairies had lived for ages. It wasn’t a good idea at all. But he had no idea -- in fact, he had no idea he was even here. But he was aware that <i>something</i> was going on right now, something different.. He could feel his mind warping, in a sense.


Some watched as Percival walked right into their groove; others hid in fear. Was he going to go for their bodies? Surely he wouldn’t; some could tell he had good intentions, while others could potentially even feel the plague in his heart about Usarocin… A Drakanite that he almost drove to suicide without knowing; the boy too oblivious with his cheerful personality to realize what was happening. Thankfully, Percival managed to stop him.. Just barely.


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If only Percival could’ve stayed more focussed; this entire crisis could be averted. He didn’t notice it, but, the corners of his eyes began to blacken; blocked off for some reason.. He couldn’t tell it was really an illusion, but the Drakanite was confused. Voices begin to flow into his head.


“<i>Leave this place. Do not come back..</i>”.


His sense of direction seemed rather off -- he really, really had no idea where to go. Even if he used his hands; he couldn’t tell left from right.. Well, he could… But it almost felt like he was going to have a headache. Percival could not understand it. But he saw a single thing.


A small, baby firefly.. But it wasn’t a firefly. It almost appeared to be a small human. A simple gasp is given, as the two had locked eyes. It was a fairy..? Things almost seemed slowed down; as though.. As though time magic was affecting him, too. But his focus remained on the fairy.


Then he’d turn away. Looking outside of the particular grove that he was in? Things seemed far more normal. But he could do a simple thing. Perhaps whatever force this was.. It would help him?


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“I need help.. I’m.. I’m lost.”, he states, calling out. As if by fate, a creature with a more blackened glow would appear in sight; perhaps so that he couldn’t make out who, or what it was. But he knew it must’ve been a fairy.. Perhaps tricking him with magic.


“<i>How are you lost?</i>”, the Fairy replies, a sense of doubt within it’s voice. It clearly thought that he must have been a liar. Percival’s head turns, seeing the golden fairy once more; a bright, golden-orange.. But it was going away, this time.


“I’m trying to find my way to Danarium.. I got lost. I’m eight years old.”, he states, a pause. He felt as though he was even talking slower. The illusion magic; the time magic.. They were affecting him strangely.


“<i>This is not Danarium, but.. You seem like a good person.. Perhaps pure of heart.</i>”, it states, before it’s fingers seem to snap. Something appears within his eyes, as he looks around! It was almost like neon-light signs had appeared out of nowhere, flashing arrows.


“<i>Follow them. Do not come back..</i>”, the Fairy speaks again -- as the boy listens


He wished he could come back here, though. To see the golden fairy.