Vaati, a young and powerful wind mage who appears rather fond of the color purple, dropped the small box that he was holding in his left hand upon reading the strange letter in hi right. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Only one of his eyes can be seen, the other one being covered by his lavender colored bangs, but it seemed to be completely filled with a burning rage upon opening it. The magi tightened his grip on the parchment until his long, sharp fingernails tore through it and began digging against the skin of his hand. With a scream of fury, he rips the paper in half and drops it, rubbing it into the ground with his pretty mu