Ash laid down against the soft, white sand that lined the crescent beach of Hargeon Town, his sapphire-blue scarf draped over his eyes to protect them from the scorching death beams the sun continued to insist on firing down on him. If it weren't for the long, white trench coat he wore, his skin would be seared and blackened by this point.
Okay, maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration. For a boy as pale as Ash, however, it was a perfectly logical worry as sunburn killed like a bitch. Despite this, he still enjoyed being out in the sun as long as he was protected by some degree from the deadly golden gaze in the heavens above. Many would call him crazy for wearing wintry clothes in the middle of the beach, surrounded by hot sand and hot sun... he called it survival.
Sliding the scarf back down to his neck, he sat up and scanned the blue horizon - blue like his own eyes, blue like his hair. Many related his eyes to pools of ocean, and his hair to a blazing hot fire, a perfect match to his determined personality. It was ironic, really, considering his magic. He stood and strode over towards the shore, where the salty ripples lapped lazily at the damp sand, which dried almost as fast as the ocean could soak it. Dipping one shoe into the water, Ash let a blue flame flicker down his trouser leg and to his foot. The water that washed up around the sole of his shoe froze on contact, before briskly melting away back to where it came from.
"Where are you, Phoenix?" he muttered to himself and looked to the sky. He knew so little about his heritage, and that dream was all he had to go on. If he could just find the creature who spoke to him in his dream and revealed to him his magic abilities, maybe he could unlock the potential of his Phoenix lineage and discover who he really was, where he belonged.
Turning from the waves and sky all at once, he ran his eyes along the beach before him. It was dotted with small groups of people, and even some individuals just lounging about and enjoying their time off, whether it be from mundane, magic-less work or their guild jobs. It was beautiful, really, how everyone, magical and not, could walk among each other without fear and without pride. The wizards were humble, and the non-magical public held nothing but encouragement.
Okay, maybe that was more exaggeration. There were small groups and cults who despised wizards, but this was not without its counterpart within the wizarding community; dark guilds all held their power in high regard and wielded it over the heads of the public like a flaming torch that cast shadows on everything it touched.
Ash clenched his fist and sighed. How someone could stoop to that level he will never understand. But he felt it was his responsibility to help beat evil back into its ugly cave and seal it shut with justice.
@AriaLumine
Okay, maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration. For a boy as pale as Ash, however, it was a perfectly logical worry as sunburn killed like a bitch. Despite this, he still enjoyed being out in the sun as long as he was protected by some degree from the deadly golden gaze in the heavens above. Many would call him crazy for wearing wintry clothes in the middle of the beach, surrounded by hot sand and hot sun... he called it survival.
Sliding the scarf back down to his neck, he sat up and scanned the blue horizon - blue like his own eyes, blue like his hair. Many related his eyes to pools of ocean, and his hair to a blazing hot fire, a perfect match to his determined personality. It was ironic, really, considering his magic. He stood and strode over towards the shore, where the salty ripples lapped lazily at the damp sand, which dried almost as fast as the ocean could soak it. Dipping one shoe into the water, Ash let a blue flame flicker down his trouser leg and to his foot. The water that washed up around the sole of his shoe froze on contact, before briskly melting away back to where it came from.
"Where are you, Phoenix?" he muttered to himself and looked to the sky. He knew so little about his heritage, and that dream was all he had to go on. If he could just find the creature who spoke to him in his dream and revealed to him his magic abilities, maybe he could unlock the potential of his Phoenix lineage and discover who he really was, where he belonged.
Turning from the waves and sky all at once, he ran his eyes along the beach before him. It was dotted with small groups of people, and even some individuals just lounging about and enjoying their time off, whether it be from mundane, magic-less work or their guild jobs. It was beautiful, really, how everyone, magical and not, could walk among each other without fear and without pride. The wizards were humble, and the non-magical public held nothing but encouragement.
Okay, maybe that was more exaggeration. There were small groups and cults who despised wizards, but this was not without its counterpart within the wizarding community; dark guilds all held their power in high regard and wielded it over the heads of the public like a flaming torch that cast shadows on everything it touched.
Ash clenched his fist and sighed. How someone could stoop to that level he will never understand. But he felt it was his responsibility to help beat evil back into its ugly cave and seal it shut with justice.
@AriaLumine
