[i]Alon stood steadily as the gust rolled by, aware of the presence as it came. The calm forest had held no breeze before; and even though he was prone to causing such events, this wasn't his doing. Steeling his mind and will, he looked around for the source; his golden brown eyes didn't miss a spot of the surreal forest around him as his expert eye scanned all around. The voice was unsettling, and it irked him how calm it was. It was almost mocking in Alon's mind, yet, he didn't let it bother him.[/i] Boy? Tantrums? Think of it as physical frustration; sometimes as a guy, we gotta hit something when we're angry, am I right? Same goes for me. [i]The mage tried to play it off, finding himself becoming more and more uncomfortable by the second. A force like such disturbed him beyond measure; soon, he'd be accustomed to it. But for now, the mage shuffled in the snow, fidgety even.[/i] Since deep down, we're all people. Normal people who wanted something better, or abnormal people who wanted something better. As people, we make mistakes. And as people, our goals change. I'm sure you'd understand... [i]Finally, he thinks he found the figure, turning to face it. With a small grin, his uneasiness faded and was replaced with a sense of caution, yet courage.[/i] I'm not sure what you've heard. Maybe the stories. But how I've seen it is that the greatest people also have demon's to match. It's a sad reality; I have my own, and other's have theirs. From these demons we draw compassion; compassion, strength. [i]Alon was wary of the voice, though. It was a little too wanting, hungry for him. He was looking for the greats, and the mage thought of himself as nowhere near one; the thought made him feel warm with pride. Yet, the voice asking it held as much validity as it did familiarity. [/i] If you know me, then maybe we could take a moment so as I could get to know you?