He was the reflection of his father. Long silver hair, gentle blue eyes, and wings that shone silver. A child of only twelve, an orphan who had left the safety of his home when his mother fell ill and passed away. He'd hoped to seek out the father he'd never known, traveled alone through the dangerous country that now belonged to the very man responsible for Koi's death, only to arrive at the doorstep of those who needed him most. Even in the face of war, his smile never faded and his eyes never grew weary. The name Thalion seemed appropriate enough- for while he was hardly a seasoned warrior- he possessed a strength that much of the men had began to loose. ______________________________________ A ballpoint pen doodle I worked on off and on for about a week.There's quite a few things wrong with it- but with pen you really can't go back and correct it. Overall, I'm happy enough with it to show it off. XD And I love Thal enough to get him out there some more. He's always so happy. Thalion and the story of ParaChiMar belong to me.