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The man stared, but then opened his cage.

He watched it open, then hesitantly got out of it. He wasn' fond of any cage, but no one usually let him out as the man had done.

The man nodded and turned, walking down into the cave, not far though, but there was a small area across the shrine for a small kitchenet. The man opened one of the cabinets with food and started pulling them out. He proceeded to start cooking.

Dark looked around the cave cautiously, eyes slitted to seen clearly. He still felt hungry, but was too shocked to say so.

Though he wore cloths of the same making of Kizuato, his aura felt far more gentle. He was still powerful, but far more vulnerable than Kizuato. As he prepared the meal, he sliced some bread and came to you with it on a plate, setting it down in front of you.

There were heavy footsteps deeper in the cave, Mist came from around the corner, "Ah, you're awake."

''Awake with a splitting headache.'' Dark replied, looking at the bread, wincing wgen his stomach growled.

The man looked at him. He gently held his hands out to touch Dark's head. In a matter of seconds, his head was filled with clarity.

Mist sat down close to the shrine as the man turned to re-kindle an old fire pit for the meal.

''Where am I? I just remember feeling faint, then blacking out..''

Mist, "This is a cave not far from where I found you. This man is my master, Jack. He won't speak though, he's temporarily under a vow of silence. This place belongs to him, as is safe from outside interaction."

''I could have flown if I wasn't so...Puny...'' Dark said, shutting his eyes tightly as he sat down carefully, still loking at the bread.

Mist, "Well, that's neither here nor there. I brought you here to get well."

''But I'm a demon...No one cares about my kind. All they care about is hunting me down.''

Mist, "I'm a demon too. Don't act like you're the only one with problems."

Jack continued with the fire and cooking, starting to make a stew.

''You have a protector though. I don't.''

Mist, "Well, then you have a choice then. Become strong enough to protect yourself, or become a servant of the Order and find your own master."

Dark flinched. ''I prefer to not be owned by anyone. I'm not string because my mother was only strong in her actions. Se's the one that the soldiers were scared of.''

Mist, "Then you'll have to get stronger, or return to the pits. Either way, I've done my good deed for the week."

He sighs. ''It's all my fault I got my only friend trouble..''

Mist, "Your friend? Who?"