Leon had a peaceful morning. He woke up to the sun gleaming through the sheer curtains in his chambers. The flame mage got his hair ready to look pristine and perfect. It was a routine he had gotten used to over the years that was drilled into him by his father. That was one thing he did like about his father was how to maintain a perfect image. He knew he was not a vain person, but he did admire his good looks. That was one thing that set him apart from his cold father was how caring Leon was towards other people. He could feel their pain and understand, at least try to. Leon gotten his breakfast and made it himself with bacon, waffles, and orange juice. It was a healthy breakfast and one he was used to. Over the years, he had to learn how to cook for his younger sister when his father would not have servants do it for them. Starvation was a form of punishment to him and his full-blooded sister. Shivers were sent up his spine upon the thought.

He ate his breakfast in peace and cleaned the dishes. Letting them dry, he put on his outfit for the day. A royal purple shirt with a gold trim. A pink sash around his waist and white pants. He put on his red cloak and adventured out. Exploring the new environment still, he found different places everyday. Some days he would end up in the dark parts of town, others he was in the rich and elegant areas. Fiore was different from his homeland very much. There was not much artsy stuff. He did admire the architecture of some of the buildings. The mage stood tall and confident amongst the early afternoon crowd. People passed him by, overlooking the forgiener.

He remembered LeeAnn's orders, remain a forgeiner and keep profile low. He had to use his father's last name just to pull this off. It was for the sake to prove he belonged into the family. His step-father had casted a spell on him to prevent him from telling such as secret. He had to keep his lips seal. Leon scanned the area, looking around at all the differnet shops. There were many ones that were bakeries, candy shops, clothing stores, and plenty of other things. Small displays were shown in the store. He window shopped on his own. A little while later, he heard a large sum of people whispering. His eyes gazed upon someone who seemed to be in trouble. The man calmly went to go see what was the matter. He would help anyone who seemed they were in a bind. His tall height helped him see over the heads of everyone.

For a Wood Elf, there was nothing better then sleeping in the trees at night. She loved being able to touch and feel the bark against her skin, and enjoyed the open air and the nightlights far above. She woke up in the forests edge, just around where the city and the forest connected. She stood up and stretched, carrying her few worldly possessions in a sack she wore on her back. She she began to walk, she couldn’t help but to begin to sing as she walked.

“The Dornishman's wife was as fair as the sun, ~♪
and her kisses were warmer than spring. ~♫
But the Dornishman's blade was made of black steel, ~♪
and its kiss was a terrible thing. ~♫ “

As she walked, she sang and danced through the trees and people. She was a free spirit, and even the people yelling at her as she nearly missed them as she weaved through them. She soon stopped at a nearby fountain and was astonished by it. No matter how many times she saw a fountain like that, she couldn’t help but feel a child like gleefulness inside her heart. She dropped her bag on the ground next to the fountain and jumped in. Splashing the birds and nearby people as she played in it spinning around and making rainbows in the air with her hands.

However, some people didn’t seem to like it, and soon there were guards approching who attempted to grab her from the fountain. Only for herself, wet from being in the waters spray, slipped out from their grips with ease.

“Hey! What are you doing?!”

Among the crowd of whispers and gossip, he heard a wonderful sound. The music was so rich and joyful. The fire mage was thrilled someone was given such a beautiful voice. He wished others would feel the same. Some people in this world did not appreciate such fine talent as he did. They would see it as a disturbance of the peace. Leon wouldn't stand for this. She was singing and dancing, enjoying herself. Even if she was splashing people, it was no reason to grab her like that. He thought it was due to the different race apart from humans. Leon pushed through the crowd and came to the front.

"Hey! Leave her alone" he bellowed in a yell. He ran up to the girl and stood in front of her. He stared the knight into the eyes. His thick british-french accent was thick, but clear. He stood with confidence. "Aye, she was disturbin' the peace. Pesky elf" said the Knight. Leon did not move. He only gave a scowl.

"Leave this young lady, alone! I will not let you lay a single finger on her head. You'd have to get through me, first" he said. The guards stood back seeing he would not give in to their orders. With a single huff, they gave in. "Alright, she's your problem now" they said. They left as people stared at him like he was crazy, others thought he was brave. Leon could care less what they thought. He turned to the young girl and kneeled down. "Are you alright, miss? Did they hurt you any" he would ask. He gently looked at him into the eyes and saw she was talented. He admired any art form, even music.

She hadnt expected for someone to come save her, she didn’t even know what had happened at first, as suddenly there was something infront of herblocking the sunlight from her, making her feel colder for a moment from the shadow cast on her. As a Nature Magic user, she had a almost 6ths sense when it came to people and things around her, though it was very unreliable for when it would happen. But as that shadow fell upon her she felt cold for only a second, before the warmth of the shadows owner hit her like a warm and soothing blanket.

She had slept with her mothers tiger more times then she could count, using him as a pillow. This man had a similar feeling to him, but it was… different. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it. But she felt the man warmth as a gentle roar. She blushed as he turned to her and asked if she was alright. She made the mistake of looking into his eyes and felt her heart shiver. His eyes were like rubies, bright and beautiful gems just like the ones her uncle had told her about.

The red themed man was speaking in a strange way, it didn’t sound very familiar at all to her.

“Oh! Yes!” she stammered out as she came back to her senses. “Thank you very much for saving me!”

Leon was relieved that she was okay. It seemed everything hit her at once, which was understandable. A lot happened within a few span of a few minutes. Leon smiled a little, as his red eyes softened. He stood up and bowed a little as a formality. "My name is Leon Sutherland, a fire mage. You are?" he asked. He knew he was a little too formal for such a matter, but he rather keep up his manners. It was the way he was raised. At least his mother did, for the most part. He chuckled at her mannerisms, they were very much like a young kid. It reminded him of his little sister at that age.

"I must say, you're voice is a beautiful. You're singing is superb! You have it down to an art" he commented. He had to be hold himself back from ranting on about it. When it came to any form of creativity, he would go on for hours on end just talking about it. He smiled a little as she looked at her. The song she was singing was something he had never heard of. Though, he was in a forgien land apart from his own let alone another race. Different cultures had different folks songs and stories to tell. His were more of the empire and his family. Nothing too much he was fond of, at least his blood father. Leon gave the girl his hand. "Are you hungry? I can get us some lunch so we get out of this heat" he offered.

She listened to his words, and she grew facinated with how he spoke. She had never heard anything like it before and it drew out her inner scribes curiosity. She had no self restraint when it came to things that made her curiosity burn like a wild fire. She grabbed his face like a child and moved it around, learnign everything she could about him before lifting his chin to look at his throat and neck. She seemed satisfied and let him go before turning to grab her bag and turnign back to face him.

“Your not native to this area. Or any area ive been to before.” she smiled happily and grabbed his hand as he bowed. “Im Crissandra Clearwater!”

She shook his hand roughly and as strong as she could like her uncle had taught her, but it wasn’t much. With her being so close it would be hard to miss how she smelled of nature and the trees. Her black hair fell infront of her face and she moved the bangs to the sides, revealing her wood elf ears as she did so, before the hair fell back again to cover them.

“Well thank you! Im really glad you enjoyed the song, my uncle taught it to me. He taught me alot of things.” she circled around him, looking at everything of him she could. “Hungry? Well….I guess I am? Im not really sure.” she said blushing and laughing gently.

He was caught a little bit off guard by her. The wood elf grabbed his face turning it towards her. He was a bit confused by the sudden actions. It seemed he was studying him. Moving around his face like it was some pieces of art or artifact. He remembered his father reffered to him as a Thoroughbred. A purebred man with a long and powerful pedigree that he was not exactly keen on. He took pride in his status, but not the way most people would. He understood the poorer class since he was there for a long time. As the wood elf would study him, he looked handsome with a thick muscular neck and perfect cheek bones. Leon stayed silent to not disturb the girl.

Once she let go of his face, he rubbed his cheeks a little. She wandered a little thinking. "Why yes, I am not native to Fiore. I am from Calese. My mother is from Minstrel and my father is from Calese. My accent is a little unique" he smiled. The girl happily shook his hand as he bowed a little. It brought a small joyful smile to his face. She had a lot of energy which reminded him of his sister. "I am pleased to meet your acquaintance, Crissandra. I love your energy and oh boy, you're strong" she laughed a little with a smile. He rolled his arm a few times to get it back to speed.

She thanked him for hte comment of the song. It seemed she held her Uncle at a high regard. She circled him trying to figure out what ther was about him. He felt a little nervous. "Is there something wrong with me? Are my clothes stained or offend you?" he asked a little worried.

"Well, you get a free meal so I would just take it. If anything, just take it into a to-go box for safe keeping" he smiled, giving her an idea.

She looked at him confused as he spoke. A to-Go box? She had never heard of such a thing. She went through a hundred different ways of saying it in her head and soon turned, remembering his first part of the question regarding her circling around him. She apologized and told him that no, he was fine. She apologized for her curiosity and for making it seem like he was dressed wrong.

“Forgive me, my Uncle taught me to learn everything I can.” she said with a blush that only showed on one cheek. Her large Burn scar covered the other cheek where it would be. She fixed her hair again. She nodded softly and looked up to him. “Right… well im new to here as well, ive never been anywhere here. So I cant really make a reccomendation.”

As soon as the words had left her mouth, a rock sailed through the air and hit her in the side of the head, knocking her down as she was taken completely by surprise, a small trickle of blood flowed from where it hit her on her forehead. She grabbed her head and then pulled her hand away looking at the reddened surface. From where the rock came a man in rather nice armor came out. Beside him was two others who looked like body guards.

”Well well.” the man said, as he pulled out a squere of soft cloth and removed the sweat from his forehead. He then pulled out a sack of brown cloth and threw it at Leons feet. It was easy to tell jsut by the way the man acted that he was of high noble birth. But he was completely unlike Leon, instead having a cold and cruel feel to him that made Crissandra shiver in fear.

Ill be taking that Elf as a slave, take the gold and go enjoy a drink wont you? Leave her to my men and me. That would be the smart thing to to after all.” the smile on his face was irritating, and gave off an air of looking down at everything.

Leon gave a smile and began to explain what a To-go box was. It was quite easy to see that the wood elf was not from this kind of society. She was sucluded from civilized kind like him. "A to-go box is a container that you can put your unfinished meal to save for later. You know like storing food for winter only for a little while later" he explained. It was a simple concept and he tried his best to compare to other things she might be familiar with. Others of his kind would simply see this a reason to look down upon other races. Instead, he saw this as an oppourtinity to learn everything he could about her culture. He was interested in other races to gain a better understanding of their kind.

"What is your kind li-" he paused. Leon looked back to see Crissandra on the ground with three men, one of them dressed in nice armor. He could quickly see it was someone from the Rune Knights or Holy Knights. LEon was give a coin to keep hush about it. This angered Leon immesely. He melted the piece of gold in his palms as fire emerged from his body. "And what if I dont? What are you going to do about it? ISN'T TAKE SLAVES AGAINST THE LAW YOU FIFLTHY PIECE OF HORSESHIT" he cried on the top of his lungs. He did that on purpose to catch the other Rune Knight's and civillians attention. It worked.

Leon grabbed Crissandra from the men. He glared at them with a venonmous look. "Do one thing or else I will sick the Deavux family on you! I have connections to every possible figure you can imagine" he hissed. People started to gather around them to see what was going on. Leon knew he couldt mention the Nakamura family since it was top secret. Using his mother's family was teh best bet considering they were very well loved by all.

”What are you doing? Are you insane?!” The nobleman hissed out, just enough volume to his words so He could be heard by those right near by. He looked around at the other people, seeing who may have heard and looked over, his body guards shot a stare of warning to anyone who stayed too long to get them moving. The nobleman stood up a bit straighter in anger as the people left, sensing the coming fight.

While he had the chance, before the Rune Knights or other guards would arrive, The Nobleman decided that he would teach this Commoner that stopped him. He didn’t even know the name the man jsut said, and he knew everyone who was anyone which meant that this upstart magician was a NOBODY!

”Are you threatening me, you dirty commoner?” he said as the anger grew, before his magic activated as he got into his fighting stance. The Noblemans magic was cold, it sucked the heat from the air. ”Im going to freeze you solid YOU TWO-BIT NOTHING!” he screamed out as the air started moving chaoticly from the mixture of hot and cold in the area.

But as he got ready to attack and rushed forward toward Leon, he came to a sudden stop, as suddenly he was caught by thick root like structures that had come from the ground. He struggled and looked down.

”What the hell is this?!”

He yelled and struggled as crissandra had her eyes closed shut, as if she was praying, yet unknown to her a emerald green magic circle had formed around her and the Nobleman, before quickly breaking and knocking her on her ass. The roots froze solid before shattering. But the damage had been done, his clothing was covered in dirt and rock from the roots attack.

”HOW DARE YOU GET MY CLOTHING DIRTY!”

Leon gave a glare. He was not backing down from thsi fight. Even if he had lost, he knew there she would be safe. If he bought her some time. This guy was more powerful than he was. The only advantage he had were his flames. The guy was for sure angry. Leon remained calm, only staying calm. Though, ti was clear he was worried about Crissandra. She was only an innocent child. He coudln't let her go through such a thing.

"I'd like to see you try, scumbag" he hissed.

Though...something happened. A large green magic circle appeared under the nobleman and Crissandra. Roots appeared wrapping the man and having Crissandra free. Leon took the opportunity to grab her and prepared another spell. Quickly as the roots appeared, the were shattered with ice. Leon casted a small trap spell as flames appeared around him. "Crissandra, stand behind me now" he cried. Leon prepared another blast, one that would take all of his energy. A beam of fire appeared from his fist towards teh nobleman.

The nobleman moved quickly, and he dodged the beam with a smug smile.

“YOUR SPELLS ARE TO SLOW!” he yelled out in triumph as he rushed forward to finish the attack, how dare this low level nobleman challange him?! how dare they! But as he rushed toward them he did not realize that crissandra had moved once more to protect the man who did the same for her. She had noticed the flames around her new compatriate, and realized it was probably a trap spell. Despite being young, her uncles training had insured that she was an able combatant. She slapped her hands together and pointed it at the noblemans back as she ran into position. The beam of fire moving righ past her head as she flopped to her belly to dodge it.

She finished activating the spell as a 10 meter bamboo plant shot out from her hand and struck the nobleman in the back at such an angle and force that it lifted him off the ground and interupted his attack and sent him flying toward the ring of fire. He didn’t have enough momentum to stop himself as she pushed the limits of her spell and grabbed it swinging down the bamboo plant as if it was a large long bostaff slamming him down onto the traps edge. “DON’T HURT MY FRIEND!” She screamed out as she did it.

He grit his teeth, knowing he was at a disadvantage with the spell. He was a mage and had potential. Although, that was quickly be diminished due to his skill level was a wizard. Leon had realized that this nobleman would not stand down. He knew his cousin would be able to put this guy back into his place. LeeAnn was clearly one of the strongest mages around and could wipe the floor with him. Just as he was about to run back to the Nakamura manor with the girl, he glanced down at the girl.

"What are you doing?"

He was confused by what this girl was doing. Protecting him? But she was the one in danger. It was made clear to him that wood elf was more capable than what he had intentionally realized. Just as he was going to give up, his motovation was reignited.