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Percival wanted to go see if he could find the fairies again; a binding sense drawing him to the forests. So, the boy would go home instead; into the keep, and to bed for a bit. But in the morning; the very next day, bright and early? The Whitefall is already awake when some of the servants are are just getting to bed, having done a lot of work before they went to sleep themselves! So, it’s more of a sneak-out, the Drakanite hoping that he wouldn’t get caught.


Sneaking past pillars, though no one was on either side of them; the boy thought he was a world-class spy, part of a royal guard.. A master of disguise; using the shadows of the dim-lit Keep to escape. But he wanted to go back to the Forest; to see if he could find that of the golden fairy once more.


Hopefully he’d find it, of course.


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Getting lost in the Wychwood was the first step. With the boy’s jade-green eyes staring around, he was sure that he’d find himself lost in the forest! But he was in the tundra right now.. A long trek to be made.


Flash forwards. He’s in the Wychwood now! Hoping to find the fairy’s grove in due time! Percival hadn’t exactly started searching yet, but he was sure that if he got himself lost; and followed the sun? He would be seeing all of those cool fairies again. Hopefully, of course.


He just wasn’t aware of where it was.. So it’d take a while.


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An hour or so passes for the boy.. The sun had finally risen, so, he knew where to start! Of course, he just didn’t know exactly where to start. It was difficult; he just got lost the last time, and he ended up in a grove of sorts, of course.. It was in a forest, but… He saw that golden fairy.


The strange, black-glowing one, too. He felt compelled to see them again, on this day.. Perhaps because his father had asked further about his adventures! He wanted to see if he could find the group of fae again. It would be interesting if he did, surely.


But all he heard was the lowly hum of Yokai.


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Perhaps it was something he should check out. Moving towards that of the humming, the boy wouldn’t be that surprised to find that of a Yokai lurking nearby.. Only, he saw something else, too -- He saw the golden fairy being beaten. Of course, a second glance is given to the Yokai, realizing that it was an evolved form; that of a <i>giga</i> stage. Was it possible that she was weak? Unable to cast magic?


Either way, he had to help. Holyfire stems from his body, feelings of protection -- protecting the Golden Fairy from harm, stemming from his body in the form of Golden Fire. She may have been powerful, but her size was an intense factor in how the Fae was dealing with the wolf, and he had to help -- surely.


So, he sends forth a ball of golden fire.


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Celeste almost seemed amazed when it had happened, from her side -- the mysterious boy having appeared once again! But what could truly be said? Perhaps.. Perhaps they were drawn together. But, she was more amazed when the golden ball of fire had erupted from the Drakanite. He was a holy fire mage? It was.. It was rather interesting -- a new development. Perhaps he’d be up to learn of the..


Percival’s holyfire magic had gone forth; blasting the Yokai’s back, practically exploding in power. It was enough to get the Yokai off of the fairy, and that was what important to the Drakanite. Afterwards? The Golden Fairy flew into the air, to simply get away. But it would watch… It wanted to see the boy’s skill.


Percival’s foot slams down into the ground. With that? The ground ignites; golden fires washing over the ground, scorching the land around them. Though, not to a high degree; due to the holy nature of the magic.


Celeste was impressed; continuing to observe.


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Another flash forwards, the Drakanite would have beaten the Yokai; Celeste soon floating down to meet the likes of Percival. What was he was to say to her? A simple question is asked.. A conversation beginning to ensue.


“Hello.. I’m Percival.”, he states, a pause.
“My name is Celeste. Thank you, so much -- you saved me.”, the fairy praises; brown eyes locking with the jade of the Whitefall!
“Well, I’m basically a superhero..”, he states, a pause of sorts! Being a superhero was a past-time of the Drakanite, something he liked to think about when he was bored. It wasn’t the.. Worst of aspirations, of course. “I just thought you needed help, that Yokai was at least two-thousand times bigger than you..”, he stares, before glancing away!


“Well, it’s true”, the Fairy would have replied; glancing at the Whitefall once more! “It was attacking The Grove.”


“The Grove?”, he asks; curious! It must’ve been the place he encountered her before.


“Well, it’s a society of fairies.. I’m one of them. The one whom you encountered before was simply one of my ‘sisters’, being that of Velaria. She.. She’s more of a protector. She used her magic, time and illusion.. To confuse you, to make you want to leave. But we fairies can sense a pure heart,”, Celeste speaks; now floating into the palm of the Drakanite! “You have such a pure one compared to last time.. <i>What ails you?</i>” she asks!


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“What ailed me..? I.. Almost killed someone,”, he begins, a pause of sorts! “... They tried to kill themselves, I mean. Because they thought they were too weak. But I.. I stopped them.”, the boy assures; jade-green staring into the chocolate-brown of the fae!


“Oh my. I think your decision to save them was a good one, though. Life and Death are serious matters; Perhaps they were thinking wrong.. Have they.. Uh.. Vanished yet?”, the Fairy asks, recieving a head-shake from the Drakanite! “You made the right choice.. They must’ve regretted their decision,” Celeste speaks, a simple pause made! “You truly saved them.”.


Percival felt amazed now -- with the Fairy’s input.. Perhaps he’d even made a friend. “Umm.. Well, thanks. I knew it was the right choice.. My father didn’t, though, he can be a bit.. Critical with things.”, he speaks, another pause!


--


For Celeste, she wondered. Could Percival become a user of the Sunlight Arts? An important question -- something that would be amazing to see. Especially if she could teach it! No doubt in her mind if she was asked to.. But she would be subtle about it.


Percival, of course -- had no idea what was going on in the mind of Celeste. She was just a nice, golden fairy that seemed rather intrigued. They’d talk more over things, alike his holyfire magic; where he lived and how old he was! Percival himself was quite conflicted when he was told that Celeste was One-hundred Ninety-Seven.. Older than.. Even older than Sereza!


But a question had to be asked. “Can I go into the grove?”, he inquires; wondering if the other fae would trust him!




A simple reply is given.


“<i>Perhaps the next time</i>”, she speaks; turning back to the grove! A simple tracing of holy magic, this time, would lead to Danarium for the Drakanite. “I must go -- but you can come back any time..”, she speaks -- prepared to go back into the grove!


“Wait! Celeste.”, he speaks, as the fairy turns back! “I don’t.. Know how to get here. I searched for.. A long, long time.”, he speaks, frowning!


“Oh.. It’s quite simple. From three in the afternoon until four o’clock? The sun is, quite conveniently.. Right above us.”, she speaks!


Perhaps it was how Percival got there in the first place.