The Forest was indeed quite Dark but for a small boy around the age of 12 said Darkness held no fear. The boy, named Mikael seemed undaunted by the black forest floor and if one looked closely they would see a small light seeing to shine from him in such a Dark place. The boy walked slowly but deliberately through the Forest as if he was searching for something. In fact he was searching for his 'ward', a girl named Kyanna who he had been sent to protect from the Good Father Arvas. As he continued walking he started talking to his friend and God Arvas, praying to him and asking him to guide his steps to better serve his purpose. He murmured his thanks and smiled softly as he stopped to rest for a moment and closed his eyes only to open them three minutes later as a young teenage boy instead of the 12 year old he had been before. His clothes had changed themselves as well and he now stood stretching wearing a brown boiled leather vest over a pure white shirt, his pants a lighter brown color with boiled leather legguards. On his side was a sharp Rapier and on the other side a equally sharp and somewhat long knife. He was slender but moved with a grace that trained fighters would notice spoke of agility and balance, a duelist for sure. Now in a more appropriate form for traveling he was about to continue on his way when his head snapped up and he strained his ears to listen...
Coming from the East was a sound that he instantly recognizes as a Heavenly Flute and Mikael smiled to himself, finally. He began running towards the sound, a light shining from his form as he ran to light the path. It didn't take long until he was approaching a clearing with ruins covering the entire area. A wave of sadness hit him as he wondered if this was once a village or farm, he shook his head to clear it and the music stopped.
Hesitantly Mikael walked into the light and took in the situation, a Human male wearing two large swords gave him pause for a moment and he wondered if he was perhaps compensating for something, but then again Large killing weapons were becoming more and more popular in this age. A Demon sat on the ground and Mikael almost hissed and gave away his position. He hated Demon's having had many battles against his kind but he was entirely thrown off when he recognized the Guardian of Death Unamia, and everything clicked. The Demon was the son of Ral, of course. In her mortal form Mikael would almost call her beautiful though he knew of her power and deadliness. Next was a Centaur, a race that Mikael had much respect for as guardians and custodians of the Dark Forest and Mikael made a note to give a prayer for this particular Centaur as he insulted the other races. Finally was a staught and stalwart Dwarf with his Pony and Mikael had to grin, it was the Dwarves who had once offered to build him armor for his Dragon Form which Mikael of course accepted though the Purge started soon after. He frowned again, but when his eyes came to the last person he gasped, there she was, Kynna putting her flute back into her bag and gripping a dead rabbit to herself. So that was the reason why she had played her song of grief.
He was about to walk forward when yet another made an appearance, a Half-Elf ranger from the looks of him with a drawn bow admonishing the group for being so careless. Mikael had to agree it was slightly careless but he was sure that Unamia had even seen him approach with her powerful senses. He slowly walked straight out of the clearing and towards the large group, ignoring the man holding a bow and sending a quick prayer to Arvas that the Halfling didn't in fact loose an arrow at them.
He made his way straight towards Kynna and smiled at her when they made eye contact and Mikael or Dragneel as he was called felt the spark that Arvas had placed upon him ignite and send a connection to Kynna. He then turned and nodded his head respectfully to Unamia, unsure of her mortal name as of yet.