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The emerald grass billowed around, dancing in the presence of the impossibly steady air. The sky was an even azure, up until the point that the sun spilled its rays all over the expanse, landing on the fields. The point at which the sky and the ground separated was a vague concept to the small child as she hurriedly staggered her way through the strands of the fields. There was no distinct divide: just two separate worlds that went on forever. The strands of the field rubbed all the way up to the middle of her calf, stagnating her speed on top of the lack of coordination that children her age had. She panted and whimpered, still determined to catch up with the figure in front of her.

The figure was a human outline. It was a short person with small hands and feet. The person's hair wasn't long by any means. He -- presumably -- had a loose shirt that billowed around more than the grass under him. He was turned towards the smaller girl, and for a split moment, he was positioned in front of the sun. The rays spilled around him at all sides, disrupting his dark silhouette.

In the present moment, the little felt her heart soar for the boy, ready to follow him everywhere. Love? She did not know. Admiration? He was more to her than just that. To her, he was an angel.

Erik was an angel.

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The leaves crunched under their feet as the young man and woman ambled through the cluttered trail. Silence hung over the two acquaintances, with the exception of the leaves and the cries of small animals. The man held his hands behind his head, slightly leaned back. He surveyed the endless rows of trees and vegetation that lined the path, the sunlight that peered through, and periodically, the gait of the woman she walked.

He knew the forest pretty well, enough for his guildmaster -- Gramps, as he called him -- to send him to perform the drudgery. There was nothing special about the forest, with the exception of an occasional monster, perhaps. Even those were low-level: a couple of spells and they blasted out of the water. There was no time like now that he wished one of those monsters would appear, because the most exciting thing about perform the current chore was the woman next to him, which he didn't particularly care for.

That in itself wasn't really special: he never really liked anyone he interacted with everyday, the rambunctious and dimwitted bunch of his guildmates, but the man was able to reconcile that fact with an underlying respect he developed for each of them. He knew, at some point, that they could pull themselves out of their vegetable state and stand for a cause, fight. They could each do or say something that he would never do, and in that he stayed quiet.

And then there was Lucy, the woman standing next to him.

Lucy was a nice girl, he guessed. Yells at people who hurts her friends, cries for others, cries a lot in general. Hell, she was holding a care basket to go visit some random girl they picked up a few days ago. She has no idea what she's like, she still hasn't woken up yet, and it's been almost a week. Lucy visits the girl everyday, something that the man wouldn't bother wasting his time on. She obviously did and said things that he would never do, but he couldn't find himself staying quiet.

She was weak.

At some point or another, the man always found one of his guildmates saving her in battle. She tired quickly, she lacked the tenacity that was the driving factor in his guild. Without fail, she somehow ends up in the hands of enemy. Celestial magic, to him, seemed more of gimmick than a functional magic the way Lucy was wielding it.

Nevertheless, Lucy was still a guild member. She was nice to look at every once in a while.

The man turned around, confused. Lucy stopped walking. Her knuckles grasped the care basket, turning her pale knuckles white. Her head was down, her blond hair formed a golden halo that draped around the sides of her face. "Hey, Gray?" She said.