"Wait!" The seven foot Viking lord shouted as he rode his jet black horse through the woods. Even with such a fast companion, the mysterious blue eyed figure in front of him seemed to have almost incomprehensible speed. At this point Vali was unsure if the hooded figure had been running, or flying? "Who are you!?" He desperately asked in Icebergan once more. It wasn't too long ago when the mysterious hooded figure had left the cursed dagger for Vali. It was the same day he had fought with Tomoe and Shin. That morning this same mystery person appeared before him, standing directly in front of Magnolia's church. By the time Vali had approached him, he vanished leaving nothing but the ruby red dagger behind. The Icebrgan lord was no fool. This had to be the work of his gods. This being, it wasn't human that much was true. Could it be possible that a god was actually reaching out to him? The dark skinned man picked up the pace. "Yah!!" he shouted as his legs kicked the side of the horse.

To his surprise the mysterious figure seemed to be getting closer, and closer...and closer. Val eagerly stretched out his arm as he tried to grab at least the hood but just when it seemed like his hand was about to touch the figure he heard a loud bang about 30 meters in front of him. Quickly he picked up his hands, bringing his steed to a halt. Just like that his target vanished...again. "Fuck." he sighed. His eyes averted to what was now in front of him. What the hell? Dust swirled in a circle from where the bang came from but around the dust the Titan could see about 10 people gathered around trying to cover their eyes from all the dust. In the center of the dust, Val could see sparks of yellow, almost golden like the suns light. When the dust cleared he gazed upon a blonde headed boy in the center of the hooded people and when the hooded folk finally saw him, they all began to run forward towards him to attack.

"Yah!!" the seven foot viking shouted before commanding his horse to move towards the Frey. As the Fairy approached he jumped onto his horses back, riding it as if it was some sort of water board while drawing his dagger. When he was close enough he'd leap onto two of the hooded men, slamming their hands onto the ground. Another hooded person faced him, lifting their hand to conjure a dark magic circle. Quickly the Viking, ran forward, moving to the right slightly to dodge the small darkness beam and bringing his dagger up to the darkness mage's neck, slicing without hesitation. "Are you alright?" he asked concerned before turning towards the boy. The first thing he noticed was his ears which happened to shock the fuck out of the half-elf himself. "An elf?" He'd ask in Val'Elvarin as more men emerged from behind the kid. There was no time for conversation right now.

"Cultists..." he whispered in Icebergan.

The berserker of light before him was nothing more than a kid it seemed, but his power was clearly beyond his age. Although Vali was only fresh into adult hood he could tell that when it came to magical ability, this kid was superior. Perhaps not fighting ability though. He noticed how the kid moved while he attacked the cultists. His movements were basic as if he wasn't a properly trained fighter. Vali's crimson eyes picked up such a detail because he was a warrior himself. With a magic like his though, this kid didn't need proper training, he was knocking men out left and right. The titan wouldn't allow the kid to fight by himself though. In moments the viking lord had defeated a handful of men as well but when all was said and done a good portion of Cultists vanished into the woods.

"Tsk." The brown man placed his dagger back on his hip as the battle was finally over. On the ground there seemed to be a cultist trying to crawl away. "There we go." he whispered in Icebergan as he quickly moved towards the man, slamming his face onto the concrete to knock him out. He would serve as an Informant of sorts so Vali picked him up and threw him over his shoulder. These cultists weren't very strong, their power was obviously in their numbers which didn't make much of a difference anyway. With demons purging Fiore it didn't help that regular people wanted to add fuel to the fire. The golden half-elf retrieved some sort of book whilst Val threw the Cultist body on the back of his horse. He too then climbed on. Did that being lead me here on purpose? He wondered. Sage then suggested they leave before the Rune Knights arrived.

"Who are you, boy?" He asked as his horse began to walk through the woods.

While Vali rode his horse, the blonde headed boy walked beside him finally revealing who he was. Sage Elm. A simple name with a nice ring to it, definitely rememberable considering it was literally only two syllables. Vali nodded, facing forward as the man admitted that he was assigned to stop cultists. Now Val couldn't determine how strong this kid was off what he just saw but if whoever was in charge of him had enough confidence that he could take on an entire group of mages, then he had to be strong. His appearance alone didn't make that obvious.  "Sage Elm, nice to meet you." He said strongly with a smirk. The young lord had a rather heroic vibe. He was strong, fast, tall, brilliant and not to mention extremely handsome- he really couldn't help how manly(?) he was. Hopefully this boy wasn't intimidated, after all they were both elves, a positive relationship was probably going to benefit both of them.

The horses hooves clicked against the ground with each step. The moon had been hidden behind the clouds, just like most of Vali was hidden under the beige colored cloak he was wearing. The Half-elf picked up the cloth around his neck as the man spoke, covering his mouth as he glanced towards Sage. "I am Vali Onfroy." He stated simply. "I was...searching for something which led me to you. When I saw a golden boy surrounded by mages in black I assumed you were fighting for justice." He sighed. "I'm fromFairy Tail, and you?" He casually inquired. He noticed that Sage didn't explicitly say who his superiors were. Could he have been a Rune Knight? Perhaps, but there was a chance he could have been something else to. Val heard rumors of Knights who were kind of like Runes but did their work in the name of their god. They were kind of Like cultists...only difference was that they were accepted for following the teaches the widely accepted false god.

"Rune Knights are not very big on secrecy so If I had to take a guess I'd assume you work for the Holy Knights? I've heard they specialize in these kinds of things." The fairy looked Sage dead in the eyes to see how he'd react to Val's inquiry. The titan remembered hearing that the Holy Knights were once a secret organization but given the demons raiding the realm there was no need for secrecy any more. Perhaps he was wrong and they still wanted to remain under the radar. His proficiency in Val'Elvarin was thanks to his mother. While Desierto was her homeland, she always ensured her son that the language of the Elven society was much more important. In fact, Val was better at speaking it then Fiorian. "You don't have to confirm it." He quickly added with a warm tone. Vali watched Sage for body language rather for him to literal speak. Of course if his words were true then he didn't want to pressure him into death. It made sense as to why somebody would blatantly join someone who was willing to murder them, it was a sign of seriousness...strength. Vali himself had to behead a few traitors back on Iceberg. "I'm an Icebergan Lord of a village called Skaal." He simply said. He tried to speak before Sage could manage words from Val's last question. The crimson Titan was proud of his heritage and it showed as he spoke. "Where are you from?" He asked, his eyes with genuine intent as he looked into the boys own orbs. There was a chance that despite being a half elf Sage could be from Athalran.

The two had managed to become affiliated with one another. The more they moved through the woods, the closer to they were to the town. While Vali rode his horse, Sage continued to keep up. It felt...right(?) to be in the presence of another elf, let alone a half-breed like himself. Perhaps it was the fact that they had similar heritage but he could feel a literal connection between Sage and himself. It was deeper than he had felt around any Icebergan besides his family. From atop his steed the viking lord could see the buildings getting closer but the night sky gave them a shadowy appearance. Val noticed Sage's body language as he looked when when questioned but even then he wasn't sure if that truly meant he was apart of the Holy Knights. After the titan had asked the golden haired boy where he was from he was surprised to know that he was rejected the chance to live amongst wood elves from birth. "Really? Huh. My mother told me that they weren't fond of half-breeds but I didn't think they'd outright reject us. She didn't know a lot about Athalran though, she grew up as a slave and was eventually made a gladiator." He admitted. In truth he was proud that his mother was a trained warrior. She fit right in as a viking on Iceberg since she was so addicted to battle. Compared to the Jarl of Skaal, even as his wife she was far more dangerous than him. A light smile spread across his face as he thought of her for a moment...oh how he missed her. "It's good to have another mut like me around. It can't lonely sometimes, aye?" Finally they reached the end of the woods. The viking pulled the cloth down from over his mouth and took the cloth wrapped around his head off, revealing his silver hair. "If you ever have nowhere else to turn, Fairy Tail will always open their doors for you especially as long as I'm around." he ensured. People like them had to stick together if they wanted to survive this brutal world. "You hungry? We can munch at the park. I've got some Ale and cinnamon raisin bread." His warm smile never fading from his face as he patted his saddle.

So the wood elves really weren't any better than irrational humans it seemed. Either that, or Sage's father really was a bad guy. "You? If I hadn't witnessed a bit of what you were capable of I wouldn't believe that you could hurt a fly." He chuckled. "Aye." Vali nodded as Sage approved of the two sharing a snack. If Sage was really hunting down cultists, this would be a good way to find out what these cultists were doing in magnolia. Logic told him that they were probably aiding the rampant demons but he couldn't know for sure. Sage probably had an idea or two about what was going on. Vali climbed down off of his horse and decided that walking it would make conversation between the two easier. It was already bad enough that he was 7 feet tall, the horse only added to his monstrous height. The hooves tapped on the ground creating the clicking noise that the lord loved so much. With a sigh of relief he turned towards Sage as the duo made their way to the park. "Truth is, we don't fit in but that's what makes us great..." He began, spreading wisdom. "Ya know...my people believe that elves are Demi-gods, that the blood of gods is flows through all elves- good and bad." The Fairy closed and opened his hands as if he were adjusting to his own body. "Back home my people think that the Satri gods favor me above all." He turned towards Sage. "I believe that Elves are demi-gods so guess what that makes you?" He asked. A part of him felt the need to educate only because this boy was part elf just like him. He understood how it felt to feel alone because of who you were. Sage's race alone made Vali his friend.

"That's only if you choose to believe that too, my friend." Val chuckled. Sage gave off an aura that was completely innocent but the young lord knew that mages were hardly innocent, especially mages as strong as them too. Perhaps Sage had done right all his life and hadn't harmed a single innocent or hadn't done completely selfish things but Val didn't think it was likely. The viking himself had done things that sometimes he wish he could take back, Like raiding villages, burning homes to the ground for the sake of Skaal and even killing women and children. Of course those were in his younger days, the times he thought that killing and death were the only parts of his culture. Those days were long gone now though, in fact ever since coming to Fiore he felt as if he could begin anew. The two reached the park moments later. The Fairy quickly tied his horse to the gate's entrance before grabbing the food out of the saddle and making his way a few meters into the park, sitting on a random spot in the grassy area. "So tell me..." he began as he brought the entire loaf of bread out of it's clear plastic bag. "Since whoever you work for has you out here tracking groups of cultists, is it safe ti say that you've come across your share of demons?" He asked as he placed the bag onto the ground and then the loaf of bread on top. his tone grew more serious because finding out information about these rampant demons was a serious mission if he wanted to keep all he cared about safe. From his waist he took off the leather flask, popping the bottle open before taking a few gulps. Ale was man's best friend especially for the Icebergan Lord. Everyday he had a cup or so at least- not because he was an alcoholic but because to him the taste was exquisite. Often times he wouldn't even get drunk from drinking it and he didn't really need it at all.

In a matter of moments he learned that the half-elf in front of him had dealt with demons already. The fact that he was still standing here meant that he was strong and/or lucky, either way Vali took note and planned on asking him more. There were things he needed to learn as soon as possible like they're weaknesses, strengths, abilities, where they come from and hopefully he had a clue of where they might be going next. If Sage worked for the Holy Knights chances were that he had some useful information.  The viking elf nodded as he listened to he new friend. Even under the night sky, his aura was bright and warm like the light he used for his magic. His purpose was to defend those who couldn't do it themselves apparently, a noble gesture indeed. "Going Berserk aye? So after seeing your power, they sent you to deal with threats here rather than the threats where you were before....huh." He concluded. That could mean that his superiors expected demons to start randomly popping up in Magnolia. "The world is being plunged into chaos." He sighed.

Sage then remembered that Vali mentioned looking for something wondering what it was. For a second the viking looked into sage's eyes thinking if telling him the truth was taking a risk. After a moment of silence he decided that it wasn't a risk at all, besides what could Sage possibly know about anything in Vali's life. "To be honest, I'm chasing after what may be a ghost." He stated simply. The viking took his dagger from his waist and waved it in front of his face. "I keep seeing this being with bright icy blue eyes. I don't know who it is or what it wants but the other day it dropped this." He extended his hand to give Sage a better view and if he wanted to hold it he could. "It's some sort of cursed dagger." The language of elves was an odd one with weird letters merging with one another to make words that would otherwise sound like some sort of alien language. "I went after it  and it led me into the woods where I found you." Val put the flask to his lips, "I don't know if it's the gods or if its something else but whatever it is doesn't seem like it's trying to hurt me." He said looking a while while finally taking a swig of his Ale.

The noble viking chuckled at Sage's comment. While it was a possibility what reason other than friendship would the phantom bring him to Sage for? Did he have some sort of hidden relationship with the gods? Vali couldn't see anything too specific at the moment but he wondered if Sage was right.The blonde boy continued on admitting that it was rare to come across people like them and ended up asking him if he would pursue the phantom. "Aye. It is very rare, perhaps our purposes intertwine?" He suggested in the common tongue tryin to validate their connection. The elven viking took another gulp before answering Sage's question, handing him the flask of Ale in the process with a nod urging him to take it. "Maybe. It comes to me whenever it wants and disappears whenever it wants so I will just go home and rest after this..." He sighed, remembering something rather important. "Ah fuck me...." Quickly he stood up." I fucking forgot that I have some things to finish up for the guild." He said. "You're welcome to stay with me for as long as you like if you have nowhere else to go." Truth was that he could definitely use the company. It was bad enough he felt rather alone because he was the only Icebergan around it seemed like- specifically the only viking, and it was even worse that he was the only elf. Sage felt like the only person he could truly trust, even moreso than his own guild mates.

Sage explained how long it's been since he spoke the tongue of Elves and it was amazing that he was still so fluent in it. Upon mentioning the smaller male being welcomed in his home Sage lit up with excitement. Just like his glorious light, his soul was just as bright. With a smile Vali nodded, picking up the bread that had barely been touched and placing both his ale and his food on his horse. Taking a second to prepare himself, he jumped onto the horse and looked back at Sage. "Come on then." he said warmly with a smile. That was his invitation to ride with Vali. If he declined though the viking would simply ride his horse at a pace that kept up with with elven brethren. This kid was special, it didn't take a seer to see that, Vali was pleased to have him around... especially since darker days were among them. With a quick "Hya!" the horse began moving. Back to the Dawn hour inn it was then, Val had some important work to do. Tomorrow he expected Fairy Tail mages to come to the guild for some intense training. It would be a shame though, if nobody came at all. However, the viking lord had faith.

Once sage was on the horse the two of them began moving. Vali laughed as Sage hugged his waist tight exclaiming that he wasn't good with big horses. The viking picked up the speed and the horse began zooming through the streets of Magnolia with not a single soul to stop them. The hooves clicked against the floor. To make matters a bit more frightening it was completely dark outside so the two of them couldn't see anything. Still to Vali it was quite fun but maybe not for Sage. In fact the viking hadn't even been traveling to the house. Only a few minutes after going for a joy ride he would make his way over to the Inn he was staying in. It was called Dawn Hour inn and although it was a rather small place it still made for a cozy spot. Vali would finally hope off the horse, waiting for sage to do the same so that he could tie him to the post. "Alright, come on." He'd say to his friend before entering the Inn. There was so much Vali had to think about before bed, but right now he was still hungry as hell.