Mikael Leviasi ia Saiph
Location: Forest Regions near the City of Anebrilith

Another branch swatted away, Mikael nearly wondered if setting the whole forest ablaze would make his journey through the thickest part of the wooded area slightly bearable. Had he known that searching for his sister would require such effort perhaps he would had employed the use of more drastic means to get through the forest. His sourness had only grew when he had to abandon his horse by the road-side, the trees grew too close and made travel with any larger creature near impossible. Mikael gracefully moved through much of the larger roots of the trees and even as he batted away another branch full of leaves, more so out of anger than out of necessity, a small part of him enjoyed it. The stuffiness of the stone walls of his room held a certain suffocation that demanded him to escape somewhere open, somewhere without walls.

His urgency only doubled when he checked the map given to him by the small village he had passed on the way in search for Ayvriel. More so an outpost really, Mikael noted several armed merchants that had taken the news of possible undead quite serious. The young Elf was skeptical of such claims, but as he examined the map for the distance he just ran, they were nearing some of the nearby ruins of outermost City regions of Anebrilith. His feet pushed him further, his hands instinctively snapped to better adjust his center of gravity as he jumped over fallen trees, Mikael maintained a flow of movement that looked almost animalistic. His feet never seemed to slip or misplace itself on branches or upturned roots, likewise Mikael’s hands acted as perfect counterbalances to his body’s motions, adjusting his trajectory accordingly whenever he needed to swing off of branches or pushing himself off of larger tree stumps.

Mikael continued his speed for several minutes, his breathing slowly turned deeper and heavier but before his body demanded a slower pace, he slid to a stop. His feet scraped across the leafy ground below, and his eyes focused up ahead to several broken down outposts. A small clearing had been made by what Mikael could guess was nearly a decade ago as broken down barricades and old fire pits were slowly being overgrown by plant life around it and whatever had used this area was long gone or dead. Much like with most things, time always pushed life forward, to replace the destruction caused by those who wished only devastation, and it appeared almost poetic to see a few broken weapons and such slowly overtaken by the grass and trees surrounding the clearing.

What wasn’t like the rest of the encampment were several fresh and lithe footsteps, to which Mikael looked carefully where these tracks were headed. He knew he was following the semblance of a right trail, but once again he was late, perhaps there was a chance that Ayvriel would retrace her footsteps back to the old forgotten encampment. But, better I keep moving. . . The thought alone of being near the undead brought a small shiver down his spine and wanted to keep himself active. He looked further up ahead of the encampment and chose his next path, his legs bent low and Mikael launched himself again with frightening speeds. This time his run last for a few minutes rather than the near ten that almost sent him to his knees with heavy breathing.

Slowing himself, he walked to a stop, eyes scanning the area around him for signs of his sister, “Oh by the many gods, where are you Ayvriel. . .” Mikael droned to himself, while he wouldn't consider his current situation as aimless running, it was certainly a close consideration only separated by the technicality that Mikael had an aim to his running. Yeah, I didn't loose that book, I simply misplaced both it and the memory of its location.