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Witium sighed and sat down cross legged, "Well, i've done this before with hearing, but never with sight." He Closed his eyes and relaxed his body, "This would be great for hunting though."Although while concentrating his mind flashed with his villages reckage, his eyes flinched. Although the guardian shook it off and cleared his mind. Most of the sounds of the forest whisped into his ear's. The elf could no longer feel the ground he was sitting on or his body, only the light wind that wisped through. When he finally opened his eyes they were a very light shade of purple, "...interesting."

Witium stood up slowly and looked to camthalion while drawing his sword, "See into the future you say, that will come in handy." His eyes slowly turned back to normal, "I get the jist where the others are." With his hand he housted Camthalion up and walked with him towards the others, "That trick could help me predict others attacks couldn't it?"

Witium grinned as they slowly made their way out of the forest, "Hmm...well, it's good this new trick isn't magic. I dispise that junk." He chuckled some and then sighed, "So, how did you come upon finding out those tricks and such Camthalion?"
After a while they were in sight of the rest of the group.

"Manuscripts of my people. What else are you supposed to do when you are the last of your clan? You remember that power I used to destroy what was left of the Sinclaire ship? Also from readings, but you had to mold your will with magical properties. Very dark magic I performed, and one that will leave me scarred for the rest of my life. I think it also decreased my lifespan by 20 or so years."

Cam sighed. He isn't a teenager, but he acts like one. Oh well. He approached Yousei and bowed deeply. "My apologizes for being late. I was teaching Witum a trick about using foresight. I think you will be able to learn it in a good year or so."

Miles dug the end of his weapon into the dirt and used it to haul himself off the ground. He slung the shoulder strap around himself and brushed the dirt from his pants. "So, are we off now? It's best that we get as far as possible before nightfall."

Miles shrugged, "Get as far as we can and set up shelter. That's how I got this far." He searched his pockets for nothing in particular. Upon finding this nothing he was searching for, he removed his hands from his pockets and placed them behind his head, lacing his fingers together.

Miles shifted his shoulders down and forward quickly, adjusting the strao accross his chest. "That depends completley on how quickly we move, and if the gods are kind," he spoke quickly, starting back towards the port town.

Witium mind was intirly somehwere else. He slowly whispered an old elven poem about helping nature will soon help you. The elven he spoke was normal and not bastardized from lack of practice. His ears twitched as he heard the sound of the winds and leaves russling. The elf's eyes were closed the whole time.