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As the young monk strolled the warm inviting sands of Abel beach, she spied a
small bottle made of blue glass, rinsing the strange bottle off in the cool waters
and staring into it, she noticed the bottle was filled with smoke or what appeared
to be smoke.
As her eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight, she noticed a small figure dancing within the smoke. She quickly pulled the stopper from the bottle as it dropped onto the sands. The smoke coalesced around the bottle until the faint outline of a man appeared, he was tall and thin, perhaps a bit to thin, his eyes an odd shade of silver, his hair, the deepest midnight and pulled back from his heartshaped face, dressed in a strange coat of matching blue and his shoes pointy and odd, he cut an odd figure. The young monkess leapt back and assumed Draco Stance not knowing if this was friend or foe, but then the strange man spoke, his voice, like a peaceful breeze blowing through the trees. "Who are you?", her voice quavering as she dropped the stance and stared at the young man. He answered with but a single word "Krenos" and then lifted her hand and brought it his lips. " You have released me from my deochs of torment, how may I serve thee?" The young monkess frowned at this and shook her head causing her riotous curls to dance about her shoulders. "Serve? I have no need of a servant, but I need friends, you may serve me in this if you wish?" Her brilliant sapphire eyes cast down to avoid his strange silver gaze. Krenos spoke again, "And who might you be?" Rexa looked up, her sapphire eyes narrowed against the sunlight "Aerexandra, but me friends call me Rexy, member of Novus Imperia and another faceless monk among the masses." Krenos stared down at the strangely dressed girl, her long coppery hair in waves down to the small of her back, the front tied back into two small knots it seemed. Her garb, a simple light blue kimono tied with a deep blue belt and ,what seemed to be, bandages wrapped around her feet and ankles. "Are you hurt, Rexy?" The young monkess stretched lithely, loosening the once taut muscles "Nah, Krenos, just training, I must bandage my feet, it makes them strong and tough against the punishment I must inflict upon them. As a monk, my hands and feet are my only weapons against the evil of Temuiar" Krenos shook his head causing his midnight ponytail to dance lightly with the small movement "I shall never understand those that must hurt themselves to better themselves..but no matters, I will protect you and keep you safe, Rexa, that will be my service to you...you now have 2 more services after which I must then depart. The young Monkess smiled and held out a leather clad hand to the Krenos "Then those services I must think carefully on" and with a wink and a grin, she led him out onto the streets of Abel. The real story of how I met Krenos :)
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