Reflections on the water or reflections of the past(Invite Only)

Hargeon town. It was a place he hadn't been back to since the destruction of Lamia Scale. The place was still a mess, but...he had felt the urge to come back here at least one time before he moved on to the new guild that had taken him in. He wasn't sure why he was drawn in. Like normal with Zack he didn't think things through much. He just went by instinct. He sighed deeply as he walked along the side of a stone pier that had somehow survive the destruction. After a while though he sat down on the edge and stared at his reflection. He wasn't alone here of course, Devon as usual was sitting in his pocket, and now she flew out and sat on his shoulder.

"Remember when we first met Devon? Back before I lost my eye?" he asked looking at her and she nodded. "It was in this very town, around this area, you were looking for a powerful warrior to aid your people and you found me."

"Your power I believed was enough, but I thought you were an idiot. Turns out I was right about both points." she said with a grin. She was trying to cheer him up. It was unlike Zack to be down. It just wasn't in his style.

"I'm not normally one for looking back, but my time in Malkariss was probably one of the best times of my life." he said as he blew on the water causing it to ripple slightly.

Malkariss. Now that was a place to stir up fear in most of the fairy races and also in anyone who knew much about the spiritual realms. Yes, it was the home of the demon fairies who were a proud warrior race, but it was also known as the realm of nightmares. It was named this for the vicious beasts that constantly roamed it attacking the kingdom and trying to steal its sacred treasures. This was one of the reasons why the demon fairies were such skilled warriors. They had to be. There was no other way they could survive. Now why couldn't they leave? Well, that was simple. Some of the ancient artefacts they protected were too large to be moved, such as the Pillar of Dreams. This pillar was said to be the source of all good dreams in the world and if touched by the evil beasts known as the Nightmares then that was what caused nightmares. If it was left undefended then that would be all anyone would ever face.

However, despite their skill as warriors a new threat was coming. The Nightmares had used their dark powers to summon a mighty demonic entity the likes of which none of them had seen. The brave warriors of the demon fairy race used their magic and skill to hold it back, but it was inevitable that they would eventually fail. One of their most noble warriors, known as Devon, was sent out to find one who could not only keep them in fighting shape, but also help fight against the demon they simply called the Night Terror. What they wanted was one of the warriors they had heard about: a demon slayer. A human who possessed the skills to slay demons. They had heard some of them had healing abilities which would be ideal for their needs.

Through much arduous travel she found Zack who was taking a stroll down the pier. His reasoning? Well, he'd heard there were some big fish in the deep sea just beyond the pier and he wanted to test his might against them. That was just the kind of guy he was. Devon knew the sort of magic she was looking for, it had been described to her as elemental but with a holiness too it. So if she found a fire demon slayer it might be that his flames burned white with holy magic. On her travels to find such a person she'd even heard rumours of a hell demon slayer, someone who possessed holy dark magic. However, she was supposed to be truly a destructive being and far worse than the Night Terror could ever be.

As she flew over she noticed the man picking up speed and then he leapt into the air. Wings seemed to form on his pack. Not insect-like ones like her own, but bird like. However, they were translucent and seemed to be made of the wind itself. A wind elemental mage perhaps? As slayers were elemental mages and wind was supposedly the magic of healing, despite her believing it should be water (it is the element of life afterall), she decided to observe this man. The wings in particular peaked her interest. They had a strange shimmer to them that she couldn't quite identify. What this man was doing she didn't know, but he had two swords on his back and a grin on his face. The swords were non-descript iron longswords, but it was the first time she'd seen someone who had two of them. He was an interesting fellow that was for certain. Definitely worth investigating. If he wasn't the one she was looking for he looked like a guy who would know things.