"Bellua," the demon spoke, his reply curt. He wasted no time in turning around and proceeding to tend to the flames that were now starting to die. "As for where we are, I do not have the knowledge. However, there is someone I am looking for; my creator - a man named Euclid. I believe that he may be up there."

Raising his arm, Bellua pointed at the floating Academy that still seemed a mile or two away. "If so, I must pay him a visit. There is much to discuss. For now, we rest." He went silent, signs of breathing accentuated by the response of muscles in his back as he lowered his arm. The silence continued for several moments before he piped up again.

"And what of you? What brings you to this land? Matter of fact, what of you both?"

[i]Might as well,[/i] he thought. [i]A long period of silence makes conversation seem like a delight.[/i]