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Chapter One

The Hero walked down the dirt path, towards Bowerstone. His head hung down, eyes empty. He walked past the happy guard, and into town. Many people were unsure of how to react, due to his body language, and the fact that his clothes were usually red, and blue.

His coat, which hung down to his knees, was not black. The color it was made black look white. The same for his pants, shirt, and shoes.

On his left hip was a Katana, pure white, and all liquids, blood, oil, water, and dyes, ran off, it like rain off of a duck.

On his right hip was a pistol, of an ordinary looking sort, asides from the fact that the grip was made of silver and cold steel.

Cold steel, for those among you that are uneducated, is essentially the same as regular steel. The only difference is that it will never bend, nor break, and repels most magics used against it.

Away from his clothing, to the man’s looks. His eyes were dark green, with flecks of black in them. His hair was a mottled brown, and stood around six four. He was strong, but his muscles were a swordsman’s, lean and hardy.

The Hero dragged his feet towards the Cow and Corset, not wanting to return to his home, and fell onto a bed, into blissful slumber.

There he stayed for days upon end, not leaving his room for food or water. The Inkeeper saw him come in, and wondered just why he was staying here.

“Do you think he’s alright?” He asked one day, to his closest friend, Maxwell.

“I might know.” Maxwell said, shrugging his hands. “I heard that he left for lands to the north a few months back, and something might’ve bothered him.”

“Well, whatever it is,” the Inkeep said. “He’d better get out of it. There’ve been rumors that some bandits are going to try and capture the Gypsy Camp down south.”

A crash was heard upstairs, and down came the Hero, thunder across his face and muscles clenched.

He marched up to the Innkeeper, and grabbed him by his collar, thrusting him up against the wall. “What?” He asked in a low, menacing voice.

“W-W-What d-do you m-m-m-mean?” The man squeaked.

“About the Gypsies. Now.” He threatened, unsheathing his Katana. Now, to the rest of the citizens, this was frightening, and unusual. The Hero was usually a kind, and patient person. This was entirely different.

“W-Well, you remember when you first came to Bowerstone. You killed Thag the Impatient. Well, one of his cousins, Grapht “Fire-Eyes” Ozmand, a bandit cheiftan out West got news a couple of weeks ago, about the time you left.”

The Hero’s eyes narrowed, and he tightened his grip, encouraging the drunk to keep talking.

“He wants revenge for his cousin, and he heard that you grew up with the Gypsies. He, he has a force of five hundred men, and a drunk that came through here a week ago, who used to work for him told me something.”

The Man in Black let go of the drunk, and waited patiently. The Innkeeper lowered his voice, so only the Hero could hear him. “He said that Grapht can use magic, like yourself.”

The Man in Black sheathed his Katana, and started walking away. The Inkeeper shot to his feet, and yelled after him. “Lightning-Dancer!” He called.

No response.

The Inkeeper asked Maxwell to watch the bar for him. He ran outside, and called to him again. “Flame-Keeper!”

No response.

He ran after the Hero, and was beside him. “Night-Walker!”

Still, no response.

He walked in front of the hero, and stopped, forcing the Hero to stop.

“What?” He growled.

“Blade?” The Inkeeper asked hopefully.

The Hero kept walking, and shook his head. “That’s not my name.”

The Inkeeper was astounded. Blade, Lightning-Dancer, Flame-Keeper, Night-Walker, WolfBane, Lord of the Balverines, Demon Hunter, the Executioner. All of these were names of the Hero’s, and he responded to none, despite the Inkeeper’s continous efforts.

“What is your name?!” He asked, throwing his hands up. They were nearing the gates of Bowerstone, and the Innkeeper wouldn’t leave them.

The Hero passed the gates, and with a sorrowful look in his eyes, answered. “Death.”

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