Scele sauntered across the Fallen-Kingdom, discerning all currents of mana he could. He smiled in an empty manner. His orders were being given soon.

His mind clicked, reminding him of a certainly exciting battle. The blue-eyed boy was definitely strong, still, his capabilities needed amelioration.

He aimlessly ambled through the crowds, reaching the main entrance to the kingdom, he stopped, noticing a single child, similar in stature to him, irritably standing.

Considering his options, he could easily disregard him and continue his pointless stroll, or learn why he was this similar to a specific person, which died a while ago. 

He glided towards him, until he stood behind him, well, the child was incautious, lowering the belief he was a mage, the ability of detection was natural, and sometimes others were unable to utilize the skill.

There was no change in the boy's posture, Scele, intrigued, continued waiting there, expecting him to whirl around with wariness.

He could perceive his appearance, maroon-edges with his other hair strands a coal-colour, and Scele wanted to withdraw, his legs wouldn't allow him.

Deciding to capture the child's attention, Scele was nearly capable of grasping his arm, when he responded. The boy's hand inches away from his neck.

Silver became affiliated with fire-brick orbs. Composure remained in Scele's stance, with a false apologetic bow, he noised. "I'm quite sorry. You looked like you were unsure of where to walk." Of course, he anticipated a rowdy answer, still, the boy shrugged.

"Nah," He regarded Scele with casualness, swaying a hand, unbothered. "I'm waiting." He explained, not caring enough for anything deeper.

"I understand," Scele responded graciously, bowing once more, before, in a single move of a leg, dissipating with a small breeze. "He is indisputably her kin. His appearance is enough to show."

He materialized onto a roof, scanning the Fallen carefully. "Still, noticing his mana, 5 others were near him, lingering." 

"The blue-eyed boy's mana," Scele smiled, locating a book, his pupils scrutinized the words deeply. "The Spiritual's in the Fallen." He realized, massaging his cheek in contemplation.

Now, Scele dissipated, his sights relaxing around an astonishingly structured castle. "I shall remain in my palace, until something happens," He decided, grinning with controlled insanity.

Settling onto the surface, Scele secured something which he stole, belonging to the unbothered boy. He smiled spiritedly, playing around with the items in his grab.

A steel-like card with engrained symbols, his aura was interacting with the inner energy of the card unkindly. He placed the items away.

He walked towards the gates. Guards speedily sped, unlatching the doors. Scele blurred into the castle, before resting on a chair.

Clicking his eyes to the side, he noticed an outline, who was staring with carefulness. "Scele Kiudn. Our liege awaits."

Dispersing into particles, he appeared behind the outline, whispering. "You're certainly annoying." He laughed quietly, escaping upwards to the sky.

The outline's grin formed callously, before fading. "I suppose. Lady Geair wants you." They informed to themselves, a single idea in their head. "He's coming."

Scele contoured into a comfortably soundless atmosphere. Clicking his irises over, they flew upwards, scanning an ethereally shaped chair, the fabric was incredibly soft-looking, from which Scele could discern.

His skull snapped towards a shine of a perpetual aura, coalescing itself into a figure, she stood curtly. Shallowly recognizing the Kiudn.

"Hello. My lady." He kneeled, eyes planted on the serenely placed carpets. He remained in silence. "My presence was called?"

Geair's stare stabbed onto his. Scele's scrutiny enhanced considerably. He stood, politeness whirling away. "I anticipated your worry. Our forces are lowering."

Strolling forward, idly watching the aura dispel. His shape dissipated, small specks staying. Scele grinned acceptingly. "Please, information of our future plans is helpful."

Finally, Geair responded, an imperial air resting around Scele. "We may need to approach peacefully."

Scele smiled, his orbs dimming in active exuberance. "Perfectly worded. Now, who is the ruler after?" His mouth ambled rhetorically, like he expected an answer immediately.

He waited behind Geair, sitting in the throne belonging to a lord. Regally, he smiled, a spectacularly expanded grin in his features.

"You." Geair replied, hesitation eliminated. "Goodbye. Child..."

Dispersing, Scele remained alone, he clapped to the skies glaring above him. "Astounding. Maybe peace can be made."

He laughed excitedly.

Flamma's Experience.

I ambled towards Denn, unwarily I dissipated, and lineated fire around us, a barricade of unprofessional warmth surrounded us. I eyed the barrier confusedly.

"A barricade?" I asked myself, deeply cycling through months of amelioration mentally. "I can't use a fire like this." I revealed, glancing at Denn, waiting on a response.

Mechanically, he walked forward, clicking his head to his hand, he gestured with a posture of elegance. "Illusionary."

Grinning, I slammed into the unreal fire. My face was unkindly sliced by a branch's edge. "Ow." My sights sauntered towards the Fallen-Kingdom's second gate. "Why are we staying in this place?"

Denn, he habitually signalled his fingers at a sleeping Uawn. He was likely encircling him with his magic. A method to keep the noble safe.

Crouching, Denn grabbed Uawn's arms, before dropping him onto the surface, quite roughly. The prince's pupils slid open, cautious, until he noticed Denn.

I disregarded their conversation. Currently, we stood outside the Fallen-Kingdom, and near their second entrance. We were undetectable, considering we were surrounded by a hallucination and we were wearing a mana-lowering uniform.

I smiled excitedly, aiming my hand towards a guard. A warmth escaped my appendage. Sizzling into the knight's head.

Annoying the people outside the gates was quite amusing, and I was bored. Still, Kloaked and Vadras were planning to enter. Cisial was somewhere else in the canopy of security.

The strategy was simple. I learned this was personally assigned by Kaud. Or Lord Kaud. His children supposedly grew up with Scele. While I wasn't associated with all the students in the academy. Cisial. Uawn. Scele. Those were names which I couldn't recall.

We were infiltrating the Fallen-Kingdom, with the responsibility of bringing Scele to the Spiritual-Kingdom again.

I was unsure whether this was required. Failure or Success, Scele's health is of no significance. I was only given this mission by Scuin. Well, I really couldn't worry.

Standing, I strolled towards Cisial and Denn. They were both in a slumbering condition. Carelessly, my hand shattered fire into my fingers.

Watching their eyes unlatch expeditiously. I grinned childishly, in cheerful mischief, while Denn indifferently fanned the heatedness away.

Cisial exhaled, before drifting to Denn, murmuring with incomprehensible words. Denn shot skywards, his illusion dissipating. Cisial's astoundingly presented plants surrounded us. With Uawn scowling, annoyed by his sleeps' hindrance.

We re-appeared in a shining sector. Cisial breathed, energy exhausted from a single spell. Which showed its energy usage.

I became used to the multiple glimmers around. I really wasn't expecting this to happen. Uawn smirked in amicable confidence.

"Welcome to Cisial and mines dimensional earth." He declared, briefly supercilious, until he composed his stature. "Like Rogue..." He disgustedly explained. "We can use dimensional magic. Unlike him, ours is limited to three earths." He continued, hasten.

I stopped hearing him. Still, I observed plants whirling. A fragrance of calmness lingered in the climate. Exuberantly smiling, I sprinted away.

Uawn sighed, likely expecting my recklessness. He manipulated a barrier, and I sped into the spell.

"Why me?!"

Laughing considerably cordial. Uawn answered. "We're going into the plan of bringing Scele, and returning him to the kingdom." He announced, an underlying certainty in his orbs.

Confusedly, I got up to my feet before asking in concentration. "When?"

He smiled maturely, aura escaped from him, before Uawn glided forward. "My fathe-" He stopped, continuing emotionlessly. "Lord, realized Scele's importance."

"Unrestricted Regeneration." Uawn noised. Hurrying his aura into a portal, the dimension's naturalness shattering. "Come." He gestured warily.

Smiling in restless wildness, I leaped across the portal hastily, disregarding my surroundings. Uawn's distorted shape clicked into the dimension between his and the earth.

"I'm sending you elsewhere." He informed, his body blurring. "Rogue's pupil holds a card with my presence. I'm going to personally crack the card and manipulate my magic into a portal." He smiled with growing carefulness. "Goodbye. You reckless annoyance." There was no amiability. He was speaking like a ruler.

I smiled energetically, the only conspicuous existence was my mana, burning skywards. "You're expecting me to battle?"

"Of course. Until we capture Scele."

My mind growled in seriousness. My amelioration would be used ungently.

"Fire: Heated Distortion."

Exiting Flamma's Experience.

He roared flames from his arms. While Feriosio unwarily extended his limbs. Flamma's sword blazed into a growling warmth. 

He sauntered speedily through the dimensional portal's surface. This surface was between all Dimensional Magic and the normal earth.

Shooting across the hall-way of aura, he came to the place where Uawn's card was located. He sighed excitedly, unworried.

He dropped into the crack, settling onto a row of softened carpets. Wide, imperious eyes greeted him courteously.

Scele's bored posture rose into an interested one. He scrutinized the new-comer composedly, noticing the confusion flooding the boy's expression.

Deciding to stay considerate of the seconds, he darted towards the child. Mana was canalized into his arms and legs, with his face remaining regal.

While Flamma's spheres expanded momentarily, before responding to Scele's nearing hand. Mana blasted into his blade.

"Fire: Flame's Encasing!"

"Who are they?" Flamma mused casually, swinging his blade masterfully. Fire whirled into Scele's limb, which burned him deeply. "Slice," He mumbled excitedly.

He swayed his sword, he was unmindful of all the damage his warmth made. The mage grinned, he sped across the room, before slashing Scele's approaching appendage.

The crimson liquid dispelled around the fire, and Flamma resolutely smiled, ruthlessly driving the weapon forward. "Sorry," Flamma dissipated. "You're not supposed to be holding that card." He shaped behind him, blade resting near Scele's neck.

Extending his undamaged, and grazed arms. Scele indifferently shrugged, amused by the small rips in his limb.

"You're with him?" Scele asked, anticipating no response. He sighed, easily unsympathetic. "He was able to grab my hand, cautious and scared..."

"You were beaten by my companion?" Flamma mischievously grinned, laughing slightly. "Still, I need to leave." He prepared another dissipation.

Until Scele clicked towards him, grasping his neck, forcing him into the carpets surface, cruelly smiling, his interestingness dispersed. "I suppose," He exhaled with certainty. "I could kill you."

"I'm quite shocked. The card cracked and Uawn’s energy was controlled into a rip in the earth's naturalness." He shook his skull in deep contemplation. "Well, you are pathetic." He complimented sardonically, healing his slashed condition.

Flamma smiled barely. His fingers were planted on the surface, his spar with Scuin owned something significantly helpful. "Fire: Heated Distortion." He repeated. "I may be incapable of beating you. Weakening you is simple."

"Still, this ruins Cisial and Uawn's strategy."

Swinging his fingers to the sides sarcastically. Scele grinned calmly. "Sorry. No damaging the structure," He controlled mana into the shattering surface, repairing its crack.

Standing properly, Scele scanned the space, before gliding towards the damaged card. He stared at the steel curiously.

"Uawn," He mused composedly, eyeing the item and crushing it in his grasps. "I comprehend your new intentions." 

His irises clicked near Flamma, and he smiled barbarically. "I'd like to notice his response to a brutally beaten companion."

"Still. Defeating you isn't enough," He fisted the child's head strongly, unconsciousness entering Flamma's mental fortitude. "Well, I shall decide later."

Unworriedly, he walked away, adorning acutely made robes. "This game is simply starting." He dissipated expeditiously.

Flamma's eyes slowly unlatched, fire burning around his neck. "Looks like he heals to speedily. He never realized he was becoming heated," Feriosio calculated, uncertainty expanding across his features. "Scuin really made me a strategic one, huh?"

Smiling excitedly, Flamma stared towards the entrance. "This Scele's robes are going to be shocked." Childishly grinning, he dispelled.

Wearing his clothing professionally. Scele graciously walked, uncaring of the crimson-haired child. He exhaled soullessly.

"Uawn," He guessed, glancing towards the corridor's corner. He stopped, facing the prince politely. "You can appear." Scele declared amusedly.

A whirling energy resided momentarily, fading, and Uawn configured, crouching. "Hello. Scele Kiudn." He greeted sarcastically.

Laughing, he approached Uawn, his slightly higher stature looming. "Mocking my new surname?" The noble rhetorically questioned.

Massaging his hair, Uawn indifferently glared, the seconds pace increasing. "Of course. There are many others with your other surname. Renaming yourself with someone else’s' surname."

They both stared, smirking at one another. Aura walked around them, with Scele smiling, diminishing his energy. He withdrew.

"Well, Uawn." He courteously announced. Noticing him curtly staring. "Goodbye." He dissipated.

Uawn sighed, examining the corridor. He was unsure by Scele's actions. His personality was differently changed. He was calmer, calculable. Smiling, Uawn recognized the emotion hurrying across his mentality.

Bitterness. Uawn exhaled, shrugging. He ambled towards a window, ideas riding in his mind. He was mindful of Scele's insane brutality.

Still, the Kiudn looked composed. Happy, like carelessness couldn't reach him, despite its determination. Unlike Denn, Scele wasn't a person which would desire perfection.

When he was a child. Uawn was certain strength was the only ability required. Hours and months of practices, and he remained the same.

Always the same, there wasn't any difference. Until he watched Denn, who was stronger than Cisial and him be beaten by a simple child.

He walked.

A scared whisper.