Mortal Descendant [Open]

Music- Never Meant to Belong

The moon was falling over the horizon of a crumbling abandoned castle. All was quiet, until a flock of ravens flying suspiciously close together soared through the empty sky. They circled around before lighting on the front wall of the castle in a heap. The ravens stayed there, with subtle movements of trying to bury themselves into one another, but suddenly the movement seized altogether, as the many ravens became a single entity.

She was humped over slightly, hiding beneath a dark cloak. The only thing that could be seen was her head. Wrinkles creased her dark brown skin, showing her age, and grey eyes shined brightly. Esther was sixty-five years of age, so she obviously looked old, and trials of a hard life added to this. She was frail, and fairly skinny, with a fragile appearance. Esther was of black descent, and had full on dark brown skin untainted by other races. She had dry rough brown hair that fell unhindered to her upper-middle back. She wore, under the cloak, a (Very slightly) poofy dress that fells slightly below her ankles, and rose two inches below her neck. The dress was a pale pink with white lace on the bottom of the dress, and sleeves forming intricate designs. On her head was a white bonnet. All hidden beneath the cloak.

"Now, why would them want me tah come here?" she thought, "Its two hours befo' dah sun comes up. Now, I wondah..."

Mystic was cheerfully skipping through the world of IV. This place was...kind of lively, in his eyes. His white mage cloak wavered as Mystic walked, and the cloak covered most of the silver hair on his head, with ony a small bit of it showing just the way he liked it. He decided to wander around a bit, hopefully finding something interesting to do. Mystic walked a far distance, and there wasn't a town in sight. "A world without a city? What is wrong with this place? People at least should have civilized here by now!" Mystic complained. He eventually tripped over a rock and fell. "Ouch," Mystic complained, "Who puts a rock in the middle of a field?" Mystic knew that was there; he just needed something to complain about at the time.