The elder of the small town came forth as Sepheroth walked out of his small hut that he inherited from his parents.

" Good day elder," Sepheroth said his fist over heart. Standing tall and proud.

" Yes... Good day lad. I have never seen a varients such as yourself in fact I don't think I have ever seen a winged varient. Though their are records that their have been winged varients. Never thought I'd live to see one."

" Sir...Wings?" Sepheroth asked politely while trying to have a look at his back.

" boy have you even seen your appearance yet," the Elder said a little perplexed for most that would be the first thing they would do the only exceptions were...Ah, thought the Elder with a mischievous grin

" So boy or should I say MAN who is the lucky lady," The Elder said.

Sepheroth blushed looked at an interesting peice of grass over in that one corner. Such a nice green blade of grace.

Getting over his delusions Sepheroth quickly took a step back put the key in the door locked it knowing that she could get out the back way Sepheroth knew very well that she had been listening through the door apparently so did Eldar. He then looked the eldar straight in the eye.

" I have no idea what your talking about," Sepheroth stated at this point a rather large crowd was gathered.

Bystander 1 " hoho lads finally got himself a girl so who is the lucky girl?"

Bystander 2 " come on then spit it out you know lying to the Eldar is a serious crime."

Bystander 2 is hit with a frying pan.

" hey gran why don't you tell everyone here who you slept with last night fcking cheater." Mysterious woman 1 shouts.

Mysterious woman 2 " NOOOO don't hurt him." Clingy mysterious woman 2 shouts holding bystander 2 Gran.

2 hours of ensuing chaos later.

Phew glad that's over, Sepheroth thought.

In the End no one figured it out who was in his house well people could guess but because of the curse on Aria they assumed it was unlikely. Or perhaps it was both a blessing and a curse.

Currently he was being fitted with some new rather cheap leather plated armor. He asked for all Black and a green gray cloak if possible.

The result was better than he expected. His wings being made of mana did not require slits in the clothes. Baggy black Cargo like pants that had steel plates stitched inside the clothing converting the new a portion of the thigh and the shin. Sephoroths steel toed black combat boots made from a snake skin of sorts perhaps gator. Covered his Achilles heel and the boot stopped just above the ankle. The back of the boot had a metal half oval at the bottom of the boot with a relatevily sharp spike. For Sephoroths upper torso a simple black leather vest with slaves that reached a little past his forarm. It fit skin tight showing off his muscles underneath. His armor had one silver steel chest plate that covered his entire upper chest.

The cloak was a bit different it was a much suppior armor. It was sort of a gift for being the first winged varient in over a two centuries.

The cloak was mad of a special spider silk that was indestructible once treated correctly. In its wild form a flame is required to cut it. However using a white hot flame on it the using ice magic made the string virtually indestructible. That step was only done after the silk had been weaved into something. However wearing the silk didn't mean the wearer is safe. It is very weak to blunt force also if a sword is sharp enough While not piercing the cloak the sharp sword will simply take the cloak with it. A good way to keep your sword clean some say. Its strength is magic resistance and slashing attacks. Its widely used and has saved lots of lives however the silk does have limits.

For example the cloak tends to have stain issues how do you clean something that's indestructible. Very difficult it takes very high class water magic and a shit ton of percition. This would require a mage of at least the 9th circle the strongest mortal has only ever reached the 13th circle. To give you an idea.

Within each circle their is 4 ranks just a little further separation so I'm reality their are 80 ranks. A person in the 9 the circle could never beat someone from the 10th circle at that persons own game. However a 9th circle rank D has a slight chance of beating a 9th rank A.

Anyway to fix the stain issue. As Sepheroth did not really know any strong enough water spells. His manna pool could probably allow for something of at least the 11th circle right now if he was any good at estimating. Sepheroth had the cloak died a green gray pattern this would also help make him invisible. When in the forest. Camouflage if you will.

Sepheroth took his first steps out the village only to be hugged by behind.

He turned around to see Aria already walking away as if it never happened hell the people who saw it pretended it didn't happen it was really to quick to be anything more than a goodbye to a friend. But Sepheroth knew better. As did Aria.

Aria saw Sepheroth taking his first steps towards the mountains dark forest. Many did not survive the trail. Though only 2 in 10 actually died it was enough to be worried. Aria did a light jog towards him to not draw suspicion. Gave him a quick very strong hug from behind and walked away. The villagers saw her face and decided not to Catcall on this. That hug was far to serious it was a farewell. And a promise to meet again.

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To Die Another Day.

Two weeks into the trail Sepheroth figured out a few things. One his body was a fcking war machine. Two magic in his body seemed to flow backwards which was extremely weird. Normally such a thing would kill a man but it just felt alien to Sepheroth. Sepheroth took to studying the runes after figuring out the meaning of 10 runes he attempted to desiphire it. Apparently there was no real meaning just a bunch of spells and stray runes carved into the blade that are pretty much rechargeable meaning unlike written runes they don't disappear after use just pour in mana and boom your done.

Still he learned extensively or the written magic language. It wasn't everything but he was now at least fairly knowledge able.

There was actually only or perhaps a little over 200 symbols used in various combinations its sort of like a code. Not an actual language. Each symbol means what you wish it to mean within its limits. For example fire could not be water but fire could be a fireball, a spark, a Firewall, a Fire tornado hell a fire slash. Its only limits are the mind of sentinent life whatever sentinent life can't think of it can not do. Another interesting thing is that those who know the meaning of the runes can understand what the other magician is trying to comply sort of like having what info directly downloaded into the brain if that helps anyone.

The month is almost up. Sepheroth is currently heading back with a large bag full of pelts. He could fly back and be there in about 6 hours but then he would be a week early no point in that then is there.

"Gurururaaaal," a deep primal growl could be heard.

A beast had stepped out of the bushes it had many battle scars. It was a black dragon. Black dragons are dragons that have literally lost all sentinent thoughts. Occasionally there is one capable of thought but those are only the really old ones. And their more trouble than dragon kings. Luckily this one is still young so Sepheroth has a decent chance of survival.

Sepheroth drew his sword a dark silver Aurora covered his body the dragon lunged. Sepheroth rolled slashing his sword at the beast leg in the possess. Only a vary minor flesh wound appeared sort of like a really deep paper clip it stings like a bitch but other than that it cab just be ignored. And that's exactly what the black dragon did then he breathed the blue fire of the savage dragon clan.

" Guess he isn't just a beast if he knows blue dragon fire," he said aloud while erecting a barrier.

It seemed the dragon heard that and growled in confirmation. But still it was a part of the savage clan just because it was a little smarter doesn't mean its not going to attack. Black dragons of the savage clan love their prey to fight them to the death nothing gives them more thrill. Unfortunately the only worthy prey are SS class monsters which are very rare. Very powerful varients of the sentinent races, like himself. Or dragons few if any dragons canalised their own kind no matter how much of a beast they where even if they had no mind the form of respect every dragon gets after the defeat by another dragon its cremation. If a dragon dies by something else like old age, disease, but most likely in battle with the wrong opponent that is the only time a dragon will eat his kind its also a form of respect. Prey left dead to rot is cruel to the dragons.

Sepheroths sword did nothing more than many shollow cuts but it was wearing down the dragon. Sepheroth had a few broken ribs but nothing too serious.

The dragon used its tail to pulveriz Sepheroth into a tree. Sepheroth flee upwards after the initial strike did a flip then came down sword swinging. The dragon attempts to swipe him down while in the air normally this would work. But Sepheroths got wings he changes paths in mid air and lands sword first into the dragon

Sword stuck between the wings the dragon collapses.

The dragon is still alive and will likely survive if he leaves now. But mercy without reason is dishonorable in the dragon world this is especially true with the savage clan other dragon clans would normal answer with...It Immused Me.... Savage dragons however required a better reason or they would hunt you down as an entire clan. Well the exception being a beast without thought. It may have just not been hungry.

He went down to the dragon I chose mercy because I don't want to haul your huge ass withe for a week got it.

The dragon tilted his head as if in thought looked at the size of his opponent then said" I suppose if I was your size I would not either. Then to Die Another day."

" I suppose so," Sepheroth said.

In this world to die another day are the words of warriors lovers and above all they are used at the end of every fight you survive. The reason was simple. To live another day was considered a jinx those who said these words always died first and are also considered cowards for fearing death.

To die another day the words that every warrior says in his final moments.