Rachel fixed her teal-colored hair so that they covered her long elfish ears. She was walking through the streets of Iris. While she lived in the forests, Rachel loved to spend her time in the city streets with the humans, as long as they didn't know or care that she was an elf. Humans could often be so prejudice, especially towards elves. It made her sick. Just because she was a girl didn't mean she was sexist of anything, unlike her fellow elven race.
Thinking of this made Rachel groan loudly. She propped up the book that was in her arms, the current popular magic book that she had already memorized and was preparing to return. Rachel didn't understand why people didn't return their books for cash when they were done with them. She just didn't realize that humans didn't have such a memory as her.


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Mago Derelli yawned. He was sitting on a bench in the middle of some sort of port town, near a school. Mago had decided to go on some sort of hike, and after walking through the woods he ended up in this port town near Lune.
Yawning again, Mago pulled out his flute and began to play it, finding nothing else to do and not being in the mood for returning to his underground home in Lune. His fingers floated over the keys as he played a small tune. The piece was a simple one, the first he'd learned when he first bought the flute a few years ago.


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Derek glared as a couple passed by him. He was sitting near a bench in the courtyard of the school he had gone to in Alliath. The school he had graduated two years ago. It had been a year since his friend had murdered Derek's loved ones. A year since Derek had glared at every couple, and was always just there when he was among a crowd.
He didn't care about anything else in the world. The only thing left for him to live for was war. And when he wasn't fighting, there was nothing he could do. Nothing at all.
And so Derek sat on the same bench, in the same courtyard. The courtyard had since been deserted. Derek was always alone.