Slizer walked up to a large, shining lake. He looked and saw the wonderful shimmering as it seemed to glide across the waters. He turned and saw the wonderful and glorious sun, setting below the horizon, giving birth to yet another night. For Slizer most noghts were anything but peaceful. He had never known dreams, or at least good ones anyway. He decided to try to relax, and take a short break from his travels.

As the sun set, it eventually faded into the darkness, and the moon arose to its celestial throne. He looked up and saw the stars twinkling in the sky, and prayed, "If there be any prayer in this demon heart of mine, I ask only this: Peace, knowledge of my past, and to live long enough to know what it means to truly love. I know my heart is black, and my demon heritage shows through, but please, gods of the world, I beg you. Help me, a wretched wanderer."

He layed down, hoping to get some rest for the next day. He slowly srifted off to sleep, as the prayer echoed through his mind. As his spirit wandered into dreams, he shifted and rolled over in his sleep. The first nightmare of the night left him in a horrible room, full of blood and an unholy prescence that seemed to almost suffocate him. He looked around frantically for an exit, but there was none to be found. The second nightmare left him all alone. It seemed like a never-ending void, that nearly drove one insane. There was things that appeared to him that there are not words for, only the feeling of intense fear. He then, in his third nightmare, saw a Kyton, which appeared to him, with the heads of strangers replacing his own. He didn't know why, but the faces seemed almost familiar to him, save that they gave his heart, if he still had one, a piercingly cold feeling of dread.

He woke with a start, and noticed that the sun was rising. He was beginning to hate sleeping. He had to sleep, so he learned to make himself rest, despite the pain. Hi shook his head, and sat up. He still felt somewhat tired, but the beautiful dawn made the pain a little easier. He wished that he had someone to share a beautiful day with. But then, who could tolerate a half-demon?

Beowulf let out a yawn, as he wearily traveled through the Memphian falls. He couldn't remember the last time he had gone so long without sleep, and for the past half hour had been searching for a nice place to rest his eyes. His entire body ached, as he pushed on through the meadows that surrounded Richimon Lake. "Only a few days since I left Taras, and already I am tired of traveling..." He said, giving himself some company. The paladin thought his travels would have some more action to it then walking around Imythess, bored. It was almost as if all villians and demons had decided to skip this week to do evil. As a child, Beowulf imagined the world outside Taras' walls were filled with beasts to fight, and dragons to slay, but now, it seemed very boring. Everywhere he went, there was nothing of interest going on. And it was not only the fact that there was no one to fight, but when he left Taras, he left his friends and family behind.

Beowulf's eyes scanned the area. Nothing but trees and grass, with a few fire-faes dancing about in the air. "Ugh... I feel like I'm in some child's fairy tale..." Beowulf said under his breath, stretching his arms out. He stomped on the ground with his foot. "And the ground is too hard to sleep on!" The paladin added, almost pouting. His eyes shifted onto the horizon, noticing the sun was beginning to rise. Beowulf started climing the last hill of the meadow, that bordered the lake. As he reached the top, he realized that he had finally made it to the lake that he had set out for days ago, the initial reason of coming here had been forgotten. Beowulf gazed upon the lake. At dawn, it almost seemed inspiring. New strength flowed into the paladin's body. "Perhaps today wasn't so ba--" He started to say, but stopped himself, as he saw a figure in his peripheral vision. Beowulf turned his head to face the person, attempting not to draw attention to himself. White hair, red eyes... He thought. These were characteristics that humans didn't normally have. The paladin put his hand on the sheath of his katana, hoping it wasn't necessary to use it, and started walking towards the figure.

Slizer thought to himself as he ruffled his wings. Why was I born a half-demon? Why did I have to be an outcast? All I want is peace. Is that too much to ask? He sighed. It probably was too much in this world. He looked up at the horizon, noticing the beautiful lake before him, with the majestic sun, rising like a great eye, shining it's warming light on the rest of the world. This was one of those days he wished would never end. He would never have to sleep, and deel the cold chill of his noghtmares every morning. He suddenly noticed something out of the corner of his eye.

He stood up and ruffled his wings again as he noticed a somewhat tall, brown haired man walking up. He walked closer to the stranger and said, "Hello there. I am Slizer. What is your name?"

Gah.. he spotted me... Beowulf thought to himself. Assuming that a fight was to ensue, from such a figure as this anyway, he drew his sword. The paladin kept his eyes closely on him, making sure that he wouldn't fall victom to any quick attacks. The blade of the sword gleemed from the rays of the rising sun, as if it was taunting the stranger into fighting Beowulf. The stranger started walking towards him. To keep some space imbetween them, Beowulf took some paces back.
"Hello there. I am Slizer. What is your name?" The stranger asked. Ugh.. I'm so stupid! Beowulf thought, shaking his head at his actions. He sheathed his sword. "I apologize, I haven't gotten any sleep and I am a tad edgey." The paladin said. "Oh yes, my name is Beowulf Maze." He added, almost forgetting his introduction.

Slizer thought to himself. Apperently he was quick to react but slow to think...Or just sleepy... Slizer smiled and offered his hand, "Yeah, I get that alot, my friend. But then, I don't suppose you see many half-demons walking in broad daylight. It's good to meet you."

It seemed somewhat ironic to slizer that for most sleep was peaceful and waking hours stressful, but for him, it was the complete opposite. He was comfortable around others, but his dreams, or nightmares rather, left much to be desired in ther restfulness. He wondered what brought this stranger all the way out here. But he supposed the same reason as he did: to take a break from things. He hoped that a fight wouldn't get started, because it got really close a moment ago, and he didn't care for fighting too much.

Beowulf was slightly confused. "A half-demon, you say?" He asked, making sure he got the facts straight. Demons were not to be trusted. A half-breed he may be but demon blood still ran through his veins. Beowulf rested one hand on the hilt of his sword, in case Slizer tried to catch him off guard. "If you truly are a half-demon, what brings you all the way out here? It does not make much sense, in my opinion." He questioned, trying to make sense of things. Beowulf kept a careful eye on him. The paladin didn't want to be taken by surprise. He didn't like to judge, but he didn't want to be reckless either. Beowulf extended his arm, and shook Slizer's. "Well, I can't say that I'm glad to meet a half-demon, but so far you have proven yourself to be a decent being." He stated, attempting not to show rudeness.

Slizer smiled. This stranger was cautious. That was a good sign. The more cautions they were asstrangers the more trustworthy they are as friends. He hoped that he could show this man he meant no harm, but again, people don't like demons, or even half-demons. The blood carries too much of a evil connotation. He tried to reason inside of his head how to best convince him that he meant no harm. It was certainly a troubling situation. One wrong move could result in a fight. He would have to be equally cautious. Because whether right or wrong, people were naturally predjudiced against his kind. For good reason, but that still makes it difficult to prove to him my trustworthiness.

He tucked his wings back, out of the way, and looked at him for a moment. "I can't honestly say I know how to take that, as a complement, an insult, or just racist." he said, smiling a little, "But I'm glad you're careful. It shows you are smarter than even several assasins I have met. It is, I suppose, a well-earned caution. After all, why should a half demon be trusted? They're evil, right? Mostly, yes. Even half-bloods. But let's just say, I have had a few life altering experiences since I can remember (I have amnesia, you see, stranger), and to tell the truth, most demons don't like me now. They don't really care for a 'neutral demon.' They take it as an insult to our race. So, in a sense, I'm kind of an outcast on both sides." Slizer turned around and spoke slowly. "As to why I'm out here, let's just say being an half-demon means the villages aren't the friendliest of places to you. I'm actually half-Kyton, if you want me to be precise. Why are you here?" he asked, turning his head to look at Beowolf.

Beowulf listened attentively to Slizer's explanation, taking note that he had amnesia. Everything made sense to him, that half-demons weren't trusted, and it explained why he was all the way out here, in Memphian Falls. What is a kyton? Beowulf thought, glancing over the lake. He didn't know that demons had different races, he always had thought that the name 'demon' was given to the monsters and atrocities.
Beowulf's attention returned to Slizer, when he asked him about his presence here. "Weeeelll..." He started to say. But now that Beowulf thought about it, it occured to him, that he didn't know why he was here. Nothing here would catch Beowulf's interest. But he thought quickly, so as to not keep Slizer waiting on a reply, so he said the first thing that came to mind. "Uhh... I heard about this place from a few of my friends, back in Taras. Since I was in the area, I thought I might as well take a glance at it, I suppose. But now that I am here, it seems that my friends may have overexagerrated." His story was a tad of a lie. In truth, Beowulf had no real friends. In Taras, he would've considered the people he knew acquaintances, and he had left his family behind to pursue a life that they saw as idiotic. Beowulf removed his hand off the hilt of his katana, and kneeled down, picking up a disc-shaped pebble. "Heh, you say you have amnesia?" He asked, throwing the pebble side-armed. The small rock bounced across the surface of the water a few times, until it lost momentum and sank into the lake. Beowulf's eyes searched the ground for another pebble that had a similar shape as the last.

Slizer listened carefully to the man's replies. He was hiding something. He could tell that much. He decided to play along for a little bit. He seemed to be suprised when he mentioned the Kyton, his father. Well, that was not too suprising as most were so scared of demons and half-bloods that they never bothered to study them, save for the hunters. Fortunately, it was highly unlikely that this man was a hunter. More like a wanderer, it seemed. Well, Slizer decided to do what he could to clear confusion.

Slizer told Beowulf, "Yes, I have amnesia, back to a certain point, a few years back. And in case you don't know, kytons are a race chained demons. I think there are 7 races all in all. I've always tried to figure out what happened before everything went blank, but apperently I was never very popular."

Beowulf smiled, finding another disc-shaped pebble. He tossed it again, in the same motion, but to his dismay it fell just short of where his last toss had sank into the bottom of the lake. He again, started looking for another rock. The task kept him busy as he listened to Slizer's story. "Well..." Beowulf started to say, while keeping his eyes on the ground looking for a stone. "...the way you make your past sound, maybe its best that you have amnesia. I mean, you're scorned from both sides. What good would come from you realizing your past?" Beowulf asked. He hadn't really thought about what he said, and was not meaning to be negative about the subject. Beowulf had only been saying things that had popped into his head, almost as if he was thinking aloud.

((Meh, sorta short.))

Slizer thought to himself. He's probably right. I couldn't have had much happiness, and unless I have some sort of unresolved issue, which I don't see how I could, I don't suppose I need to know my past. I need to worry about what is before my feet. Not where I 've already walked. But then, if we don't know our past, how can we know where we are going? I suppose by letting go of the past. Then perhaps I can make my own way in the world.

Slizer shuffled his wings as he watched Beowulf skip the rocks. He looked at the lake, and said, "I suppose that it wouldn't do me much good to hunt out my past. Maybe it's for the better. I'm glad you're here. It beats being alone with nightmares running through your head." Slizer reached down and picked up a rock and threw it as hard as he could. It skipped for quite a distance. "Beat that." he said with a smile.

There was a short pause before Slizer spoke again, most-likely pondering on what Beowulf said. After the half-demon beat his throw, Beowulf frowned in disappointment. "Gah." He started to say, directing the comment at Slizer's throw. "But, then again, you never know what the past has in store for you... wait... I mean, you never knew what the past has in store for you. Its likely that you could have some good memories, and anything that you uncover can not be that bad. You just gotta have a positive outlook." Beowulf continued, kicking a pebble into the depths of the lake.

His eyes shifted to the horizon. "Well, I suppose you won't hafta worry about nightmares for very long. Its almost day." Beowulf said, pointing at the rising sun.

((Short :x))

Slizer nodded. "Indeed. One night is far too many, though. They are not simply bad dreams but embodiments of despair, suffering, and fear. It is an atrocity to nature that no being should have to endure. But then, most consider me to be a blasphemy to nature. I suppose the reason I hate my nightmares is that while my dreams are evil, and I am half-demon, I don't want to be evil." Slizer paused, and then said to Beowulf. "I'm going to fly around for a bit. You're welcome to hang around, as this isn't anyone's property. If you need anything, just let me know."

He took off with a great stroke of his black wings, and flew over the lake for a while. Now this is freedom. It's one of the few blessing I gain from my bloodline. If only men understood our kind. Well, not that there's many that have the same mindset as me. So, I suppose they are justified. he thought to himself, as he saored gracefully over the lake as the sun kept rising. It may just be a good day after all.

"Same, just wander around, and I'm sure you will find me." Beowulf stated simply, as Slizer took off into the sky. His eyes shifted onto the horizon. Its time I should leave. Beowulf thought to himself. He was sure that he would meet this person again. Beowulf turned and started walking away, heading for his next destination. What his next destination was, he didn't know exactly, perhaps he'll meet another person such as Slizer.

((Ugh, so friggin short. >.<))

Slizer swooped around and landed where he had been standing previously. He shuffled his wings as he saw his friend walk away. There he goes. Not so different from me. Just a wanderer without a true home, seeking for the next night's rest. I only hope that he can be blessed with safe travels. Slizer turned and started whistling a strange tune, and decided that he needed to head back to town. It was starting to get kind of lonely out here.

He flapped his wings, and took off in flight. As he soared through the air, the wind blowing through his hair and rustling his robes, he looked around for any sight of land. With any luck, he would be at the town by nightfall. He only hoped he had the luck and speed to pull it off.