"Why are you here..." A young man named in dark clothing is stalking a group of angry soldiers. They appeared to be hunting something, and the youth wanted to know what.
"There she is! Kill her on sight!" The soldiers grabbed a young girl and knocked her to her knees. "I was told to kill you... But I was never told how I had to do it..." Their leader said, pulling a long, thin blade out of his belt. It was clearly a flaying knife. "Now, little bird, sing. What is your name?"
"I... I think it's Allyssa... Please let me go... Sir..." The girl was on the verge of tears, but their captain only laughed. "I'm not doe with you yet, sweet dove. I want you to sing for me!"
"I think she's wearing leather armor," one of the soldiers said. "Very well," said the captain, "remove her outer layer of armor, cloak and all." The soldiers smirked at her as fear welled up inside.
The first man who touched her died without a sound. Then a second fell. Then a third! Fourth! Fifth! Soon, all eight men were dead leaving only the captain, who had discarded the flaying knife for a longsword.
The alley inbetween inns was dark, even though the moon was full. This was the bad part of a poor village, so it was all but abandoned.
"I am the ghost of honor." A voice rang out from everywhere and nowhere. "I am the shadow of justice. I will watch them, I will defend them, for they cannot defend themselves. I take what is mine, and what is owed. I take the lives of those whcross the line. I am... Justice!" A long, thin sword was driven through the man's chest from the shadows. The youth stepped out.
"Are you hurt?" He asked Allyssa. "I'm fine. My name's Allyssa, good sir. May I ask yours?" The maiden replied, choking back tears and fear. How did she know this man wasn't going to hurt her?
"My name's Oron. I live over in that abandoned stronghold. Which is where I'm taking you for the nigh, if that's OK with you?" "F-Fine... Sir Oron..." Allyssa's fear was subsiding for some reason. She could sense the good in this man. "Good! But just call me Oron."
The next day, Oron and Allyssa walked out to find a group of Lumina soldiers attacking citizens.
The countries of Lumina and Nox had been at war for four years, taking their bloody conflict with them to Valdur, the country in between them. They had ravaged most of its once proud villages and now were trying to tax them unjustly.
The Lumina soldiers were attacking those who refused to pay the tax. Luckily, heroes came out of the woodwork t( help.
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