Maicite

Draebala, matin after the departure, Tariel, supposed to have been attacked, rises to a shyly woeful dawn. The battle of the angels, closely monitored by a few – upon entrance inside the town, were barred from vision, the remote viewing spell nullified. The mayor, earnest and in the know to what happened, vowed to aid his people the best he could. Sadly, such an exertion of strength and forcible alteration of reality shook the world's core. Not visible, rather, the changes were felt deeply; council leaders of the Eipea Empire and Aapith Nation were stumped to the prior activation. Caution lit the flames of belligerent leaders, no longer was it possible to stand by and watch, or so they thought, a good reason to battle. Such was the perpetual cycle of life.

 "POPS!" resounded down the castle yard, the boy ran and leaped, easily landed atop his back and climbed onto the shoulders, "-Long time no see," he smiled.