It's been quite some time since Ezekiel had actually used his magic so when Mlezi brought up the idea that the young elf needed to practice, he wasn't too surprised. In order to survive in this world, you needed to know how to fight. Granted Ezekiel was naturally strong and durable without exercising, he really wasn't up to part magic-wise. It wasn't like his magic was that different from other nature magics anyway, his healing ability was just much stronger than most peoples. That was another problem; his lack of confidence in magic. While being the Ainko meant that he was naturally talented, according to his former superiors he was the most unimpressive Ainko in history. You know what though? That was a pretty fair statement because he literally hardly tried when he was growing up. Everything was always so forced on him when he just wanted to play with the other kids, or get into trouble sometimes. Nothing about Ezekiel was normal. Now that he was well aware of his missions, and now that he's finally embraced his role as an Ainken training his magic was one of the first steps to becoming the force he needed to be for the things he cared about. As he and his companion strolled into the park, there was an aura of confidence that could be felt around him. Ezekiel was usually pretty confident about everything these days, but it was safe to say that today he was fired up.

His golden cape flapped like the wings of an eagle in the wind, his bow was on his back under it. This bow was an important item if he wanted to be able to protect himself as a healer. He'd need to be stealthy, like the hunter he always was. Today he would be working on his build with his giant guardian Dardian; Mlezi. As the two entered the beautiful blossoming park the first thing he noticed was a man with red hair training. Zeke raised an eyebrow but continued to walk more into the park with Mlezi by his side. The Dardian seemed interested in what the man was doing too. To be quite honest, he looked quite silly training in business casual attire. "I wonder if he's hot..." he whispered towards his companion as if the man couldn't actually hear them. The distance between them was only about 10 feet as the wood-elf stood behind the man. The Dardian grunted quietly as if he was wondering the same thing. "Someone should tell him that he is looking very silly? Maybe he is anemic? Or maybe he is just mentally impaired..." Ezekiel rubbed his chin, still whispering loud enough for the man to hear him.

"Hm?" Ezekiel turned to face the voice he heard from about 10 meters behind him. The voice seemed to come from an elderly man, and boy oh boy did he sound like a grump. Mlezi immediately turned around to face the mysterious being, frowning and he balled up his large brown rocks of fists. Zeke raised an eyebrow as the suited man jumped between him and the old man, shouting at him. In a matter of seconds, the elf learned that this guy was a Lich. For a second Ezekiel wondered what his dick looked like. Then he remembered that penises didn't have a bone so he probably had nothing there. Perhaps that was why he was so grumpy. Nevertheless, the red-headed weirdo sprung into action. The Dardian threw his arm over Ezekiel as both of them leaped back about five meters. The man with the suit was 5 meters away from the sophisticated Lich, while the pair of Savannans were now 15 meters away from him. As the fairy moved back, he drew his bow. It was better to play it safe, though his guardian probably would disapprove of him fighting. "Wha-?" Suddenly the business mage sprung into action, conjuring grey magic circles that. "Jeez...I just wanted to train. Then again, what better way to train then fighting a warrior of darkness? Then again, I can not just fight someone because of their race..." He said in a whisper. Joshua was obviously racist. "I do not know what this man is talking about, but I for one do not want any trouble." Ezekiel frowned slightly. "And I am sorry, but are you the owner of this park?" That was probably the most important question right now really, because who the hell did this old -probably white- white privileged ass man think he was? Ezekiel wasn't going anywhere. He wasn't one to pick a fight, but depending on how things went right now he may just have to use violence to protect himself. He never ran, no matter how challenging things seemed. Still, he had absolutely no reason to fight.

Oh, how the universe worked in mysterious ways. Ways that didn't always make sense. One day everything could seem as though things were nearly perfect, then the next it could all crash and burn like an unstable airship. Unfortunately, a fight between the three mages would have to happen if Ezekiel hoped to defend himself from danger but the suited man had first dibs. Chains. This could have just been a specific spell stemming from a metal type of magic, but Ezekiel assumed that it was specifically magic that dealt with chains. Still, he could never have been too sure. Not that it mattered anyway. The redhead wasn't the enemy. The being of darkness was the only threat right now, so the wood elf had to be on guard. After chains were placed upon him though, nothing happened. The chains proved to be weak and brittle as they immediately broke. By then, Ezekiel had been in the middle of asking his question. Nonetheless, he, of course, would still be able to react accordingly. That gauntlet on the Lich's hand was dangerous. Out of all the gear worn by the monster the gauntlet and the shield on his back stood out the most. However, both were more obvious than that eye in his head but he didn't find them as intriguing.

At incredibly inhumane speeds the skeleton moved forward towards Mlezi. Within moments, the Lich had approached the creature and delivered three blows to him. Thump, poof, boff... Ezekiel's eyes widened. When the first punch landed, he could have sworn he heard cracking. Even as the other punches landed he could hear snapping. The Dardian hadn't been fully ready to counter such a swift attack. He expected the man to deal with the business mage first. Hell, Ezekiel did too. Lich man had no intention of dealing with them separately it seemed and because of that... "Mlezi!" Ezekiel screeched. The golem-like creature was stunned. In sheer pain, he roared. Mlezi had never shown signs of pain...ever. Something was wrong. The look in his eyes made it clear as day that he was fearful at this moment.

Ezekiel didn't just watch as the attacks happened. He wasn't dumb or useless. Far from that, in fact.  He quickly drew his bow as the lich attacked his mate and held it until the right moment came. It was coming soon. He just had to be patient just like the elders taught him and... Now. he thought as Mr. Bonehead dashed once more. This time the bag of bones moved away ten meters. As he moved with his back turned, Ezekiel released the arrow towards him. By the time it'd turn to face both him and the other random dude, the arrow would likely hit him directly in the head. That's where Ezekiel had precisely aimed; directly in the center. More specifically, the arrow was aimed at between both of his eye sockets. Zeke could have aimed for that special eye of his but his curiosity got the best of him. Quickly he glanced over at his Companion and what he saw next was...

The world suddenly stopped...

It was a beautiful and bright day in Savannah. As always, the weather was warm. The sun didn't give young Zeke and Mlezi any mercy as it beamed onto their bodies. The two were inseparable, despite only have known each other for a few months. Even though the Dardian was assigned to the six-year-old boy, he had grown very fond of him. They did everything together. At this moment in time, Ezekiel was trying to create a fire out of twigs and rocks but the boy began to grow impatient. The golem folded his arms like fresh laundry, tucking them in the corners between his arms and shoulders. Like a father or an elder brother, he watched the wood-elf become frustrated as he slammed the tools together. The Dardian knelt down and gently put his solid hand over Zeke's calming the child. "Ugh! I don't want to do this anymore, Mlezi. Why can't you just do it!" He hollered in the native tongue. Then, he threw the pieces of nature onto the ground and folded his arms. Pouting. The Golem stood up and grunted. It seemed like he was scolding the boy a bit. He motioned with his hands like he was about to fight someone, then pointed to Ezekiel. He was telling him that he needed to fight if he wanted to get it right. And when the boy complained again, he sighed and shook his head slowly. Then he tapped Ezekiel's chest.

Never give up...

"M-Mlezi?"

From his peripheral, he could still see his enemy, but his friend was far was more important. If Odin would allow him just a moment, without a hesitation Zeke would dart towards where his companion had been standing just moments before. Even if Odin didn't, it wouldn't matter. What remained of his guardian...his best friend...was... "M-Mlezi..." Dust. Nothing but brown "Dust?" The elf felt his knees buckle for he dropped to the ground beside the pool of brown ash. The bow slipped from his grasp like it had a mind of its own. The boy's body began to shake uncontrollably as he reached to place his hands in what remained of Mlezi "No..." Water formed beneath his eyeballs like clouds before pouring. "No no no no no no no!!"

With nothing but pure anger in his eyes, he turned towards his new arch enemy. Never in his life did he have the urge to kill...but that all changed just now. How did he manage to kill the only person that he had left that quick? "WHAT DID YOU DO!?"

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In all of Ezekiel's years of living, he tried to do everything possible in order to avoid conflict. Yet time and time again Mlezi always found himself having to put someone on their necks for overstepping boundaries. At this exact moment, Ezekiel was sure about one thing; beings of earth land thrived of violence. If he ever wanted to get ahead, violence was usually one of the only options. It was a sad conclusion he made, but nonetheless the truth. This fight had nothing to do with Ezekiel. It was the chain mages' own fault that a fight even began. It was the chain mage's fault that the Lich attacked them, but it was the Liches fault for targetting someone who had nothing to do with it. Mlezi didn't deserve to be taken out this way. So easily too? Boy was the wood-elf the angriest he had ever been in his life. The Lich was the first living breathing creature that he had ever wanted to murder. The red-headed mage on the other hand was only utterly stupid. Ezekiel was angry at him too, but he didn't dictate the actions of the Lich.

For the Lich to believe that Ezekiel would turn his attention to the man who didn't kill his best friend was naive and quite frankly, disrespectful. Ezekiel wasn't some fool who could be swayed by empty words. He didn't already have darkness in his heart for the skeleton man to prey on. He was offended, truthfully. The Lich presented his case, but the wood-elf still knelt beside the dust pile. What was he to do next? Without Mlezi it was like had no clear direction. Without Mlezi he was a bit more fearful about his future. Ezekiel wasn't a fighter- despite having the skills to fight. As the chain mage attempted to convince the Savannan mage that the Lich was merely trying to start something between the two, Ezekiel licked his finger before dipping it into the pile of dust that was Mlezi. Then, when the dust was on his finger, he drew a circle with it on his forehead. This was so that Mlezi's cycle of life could continue on within himself. Today was truly a bad day. In the beginning, it was going swell until of course, he came across other living beings who thought the answer to their problems was fighting. Typical.

Typical, typical, typical. The Desiertan wood-elf could feel himself giving up on humanity. He could hear his own thoughts changing about how to move forward in life in general. Perhaps the way to seek justice and true peace was to end the violence period. Perhaps the only way to achieve that was to get rid of the very people who sought to use violence to get ahead... but that seemed to be every being with highly developed consciousness. These beings were already killing the world... perhaps they needed to be wiped off of the earth as a whole. Aizo... if you are here with me now...please give me an answer. What am I to do? He thought. He knew his god only responded through imagery in his dreams, so he didn't expect an answer now. What he had to do was for him to decide and nobody else. The Lich stood 10 meters away from him, while the red-headed man stood about 15 meters away. Meaning Ezekiel stood between them both. Without another moment of hesitation right as the stupid chain mage was speaking, Ezekiel pointed his left hand towards Odin and raised his right hand into the air simultaneously. Once the magic circles appeared in front of his finger another two would also appear above his hand and over Odin's head. Once both magic circles appeared, a beam of green energy would shoot towards the liches Ezekiel swiped his hand downward for flower petals to fall at 20 meters per second. Both of these were spells that Ezekiel himself never used offensively. His spells were meant to heal people- to save people's lives. Alas here he was using them to hurt someone.

My, how things change so quickly. The first spell was only used so that Odin could pay attention to the beam in front of him. The Wood-elf didn't know if his shield was magical in nature, but he expected that it could defend against a lower-ranking spell. In the case that it couldn't hope it would do some damage. However, that wasn't the point. If the bone head looked up to the magic circle 5 meters above his head, he probably would have a harder time reacting to the beam. If he paid attention to the beam and defended himself, then he would have an even harder time reacting to the spell above him. Whatever he did was surely not enough to take someone like him out. If he was able to completely destroy his dardian guardian with just a few punches, he better had been able to put up a fight. Right now, Ezekiel wanted a fight. The spirit of the Savannan and Desiertan warriors was driving him right now. Mlezi was gone. That was all he could think about. Later, when he was alone he expected himself to weep like a baby who's favorite toy was taken away from him.

Everything happened for a reason. That's what he told himself every time something unpredictable happened. That's what he was taught by the Ainkens. That's what he was taught by his mother. Surely Aizo allowed this to happen for a great reason. Did his god seek to break him? Did his god seek to make him stronger or turn him against the path he was so convinced was necessary for him to walk? What was the fucking reason? This pain was different. Maybe there was no reason and all along Aizo was a damn lie. Maybe he was schizophrenic? The Lich's actions had Ezekiel questioning everything but of course, he would figure it out. He always did. The chain mage on the other hand was moving his way around the Lich though Ezekiel couldn't see him, it probably was a senseless move. The skull body being was 25 meters away from him. It'd take a blind man not to see him coming. As far as the elf was concerned, this fight was between the Lich and himself. Hell, if the chain mage fucked this up just like he had fucked Mlezi's life up, he probably would fuck him up.

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Everything had been taken away from Ezekiel. Over the span of 100 years, he had lost everything dear to him. Though that may not have been a long time for simple humans in Elven time one hundred years was not even close to a lifetime. Ezekiel was fighting for his honor. He was fighting for Mlezi's honor. The one person who did not leave his side was gone because of a fight that broke out over nonsense. The red-headed man was racist and the Lich was cold and heartless. He disliked them both very much and probably would never forgive them. If a Lich could be killed, then Ezekiel would find a way to make it happen. There was no room for such evil to thrive in a world that was set on a path towards peace. Borderline hatred is what his ancestors would call it, but the Desertian in him would say otherwise. Ezekiel often paid no mind to battle or the glories that came along with it but my oh my how good he knew it would feel to hold the skull of the very being who took his best friend away from him. He wanted to ball up in a corner and cry. Alas, there was no time for such childish activities. Violence was never the answer unless you were protecting yourself, is what he told himself. He remembered a time when he had faith in all of humanity because his mother taught him to see the good in all life.

He remembered a time where he was Naive to believe that humans could change. Time and time again they proved him wrong. Yes, he was considering Odin to be a human because no amount of dark power could make someone evil unless it was already in their heart. The Skeleton man was willingly following this path of darkness and now he must pay the price in blood. Luckily, Ezekiel was taught how to fight. As much as the Ainkens believed that peace was the only way to prosperity, they taught him to defend himself because in Savannah there were many many people who would have wanted him dead. Even then he was sure that if he could just speak to them and show him the person he was, he could change their hearts. How foolish. The Ainko before him was a wicked man who was set on setting the world ablaze but surely he wasn't always set on that goal. The same people that raised Ezekiel had raised him. Perhaps they ere raising him wrong. For the sake of everything he held dear to his heart, the wood-elf would kill this man.

Wood-elves were protectors of the first and that meant they had to make sacrifices sometimes that other people could not and would not make. These people before him, engaging in battle with and alongside him would never understand would it took to defend nature. Ezekiel didn't know what the suited dude was up to at this point, but he stopped caring at the very start of all this. His target was mister Lich who had been waiting to attack him when he least expected it. So, Eekiel used two spells at the same time. One to hit him head-on regardless of what that shield could do, and another to divert his attention away from the magical seal above him. However, it seemed as though the Desiertan Life mage had been reacting out of anger and not using his head. This wasn't like him. As soon as he created the magic circles, the Lich dashed forward once again. His power mainly seemed to be coming from his gauntlet. On top of his crazy amount of strength, he was bound to end this fight in a matter of hits. As the enemy came forward the life spell crashed into the shield and completely absorbed all of its power as if it was nothing. As that happened, the flower petals rained from the sky just missing their target and allowing the Lich to connect with the smaller Elf. Once the Lich stopped moving there was a split second in which Ezekiel could have reacted. Hell, he could have leaped back as the Lich moved forward but something inside him didn't want that. Something inside him wanted to stare the demon in the eye fearlessly.

The creature swiped his foot and caused the wood-elf to fall onto his back. The result of this caused the Lich to pummel him while on top of him. One hit *crack*. Two hits, *bow*. The hits continued to come one by one, each of them slamming Ezekiel's head into the ground. This would have been another perfect time to strike...but...he wanted this. Because he could not weep for his fallen friend, he would instead endure the pain of every blow delivered onto him. One, by one until finally...his face began leaking a deep red liquid until finally, he could no longer feel each blow. Ezekiel kept his eyes open as long as he could, not once screaming like he wanted to from the pain of the Lichs incredible strength. Mlezi would have not wanted his dearest friend to have to go through something so cruel, but Ezekiel was doing this for him. Ezekiel deserved this for allowed Mlezi to die by the hands of someone so worthy. Ezekiel deserved all of it.

Finally after constant pummeling, the Elf closed his eyes and took his last breath. Was he dead? Maybe... but he knew in his heart that if Aizo still wanted him then he would remain in the world of the living and if not, then so be it. Everybody had their day, some sooner than others. If Ezekiel was hit this bad he could only imagine what would happen to the dull-minded chain mage. Ezekiel pitied him really. So Naive, so quick to judge and so eager to get into fights that he could not win. Humanity...oh how with every passing day he was learning more and more about the humans in the world. What would the Lich do with his body next? Would he leave him there to rot- if he was dead- in some random Hosenka park? Or perhaps he would eat him? Truthfully there weren't many things that Ezekiel wasn't educated on, but he did not know much about how Lich's operated. In fact, not many of his clansmen did either. All in all, they were still mysterious beings too much of the world. It would be great if this was all just some bad nightmare or a vision of the future that Aizo was showing him. It would have been great if he was still in the hole in the ground mediating and now he was finally waking up. Everything happened so fast, it was almost unreal.

However, when would wake up wherever that was, he was sure that he would have a better idea of what to do next and none of that involved spreading his love to the humans of this world. Nor would it be spreading hate. His mission was to save the earth itself, by any means necessary.


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