The warm winds of spring blew frantically around Nairn giving the towns many wind mills a run for their money as a familiar White haired mage walked through the streets. The citizens gave him curious glances as a tattered and destroyed magic knights mantle still donned his shoulders, however the citizens adverted their gaze as the mans red eyes glared their direction and his brow raised curious what the vessels had to say. None of the citizens seemed brave enough to speak with the white haired mage as he turned his gaze elsewhere continuing to stroll through the streets. His short and calm breaths were the only noise that rendered in his ear as his mind drifted elsewhere. 'My name?' the man thought to himself taking a right turn into a near by alley "I don't remember my name" The man muttered as he peacefully walked through the alley "Who was I?" The man questioned himself looking at his own hands.

The last few months were hard on the lad, as blisters and burns covered his hands from a multitude of nights cooking off a fire. His hands slowly fell as his ears heard a crashing sound in front of himself. The man deep in thought nearly missed the mistreatment of a man within the alley. The white haired man knew all too well the fight wasn't fair as one small boy attempted to fend off three adults holding a small pouch of coins within his hands. Dran's sharpened teeth gritted as the three men began to flaunt their magic powers in front of the savage mans eyes.

"That's... Magic" Dran said with a cold tone stepping forward "They're using it... To bully the boy" Dran said his once plain look turned into a dark smile. Dran's stepped gained momentum as he sped forward his grimoire out as the plant mage grabbed one of the many trash cans littering the alley and tossing it towards the the men in the middle easily toppling the man forward as Dran's arms both extended to their respective sides his elbows cracking against both of the adults temples forcing them to topple over "Boy. Get out of here" Dran said the cold smile over his face as his right leg lifted kicking the boy backwards forcing him to stumble right out of the alley.

"Now Now. What to do with these abuse-" Dran spoke before one of them men spoke up "Mr.Magic knight we're sorry" the men said with a bow hich caused the savage to raise a brow "Magic knight?" Dran mumbled as the three overheard. "T-The Silver Eagles. That's their Mantle. You're gonna take us in ri-" Was all the man could get out before Drans right foot slammed into the side of his face with such force blood covered the tip of Dran's shoe. "Doesn't ring a bell, but I'll happily give my judgement" Dran said with a cold laugh his grimoire not opening as he lifted a brick from the ground "I'll make sure you can't speak a spell again" Dran said with a sickening laugh that managed to drown out the screams of all three men.

After his little bout within the Alley, Dran emerged once more dropping the brick on the ground absolutely saturated with blood as both Dran's hands were. his once dark Grin now looked more like a satisfied smile as he walked through the streets once more. This time drawing more eyes as his clothes had splats of crimson blood upon it, and even the savages white hair seemed to be dyed with the same color. "Silver Eagles huh? I wonder if they'll be able to tell me more about myself. A name would be nice" Dran mumbled as he walked through the streets freely as people seemed to step aside as he made his way through.