Kael.
The sky is a deep dark, of course this is the sky of Dravenreach. The moon is bloody, like human blood.
I - Kael, I'm at the top of the old gothic church, the Naga's church. The man who i want is there, praying to his shit gods.
I entered through the roof.
"Save me, Protect me." These are the only words the man was saying. "Let's see if they can protect you from me." I came from his back.
He stands, "Do you think you can kill me?". These words seem humorous, so I laugh. He throws a dagger, but at the wrong time, Because I was behind him.
I plug my sword in his stomach. "Tsk, g-good impale," he said. My blade was washed by his disgusting purple blood.
"Ah. Naga," I grabbed his daggers and stuck it in his head. "Mission finished."
This feels bloody damn good. Like something sweet. Like mating with a gorgeous woman. But somewhat wrong, somewhat it lacks something.
I came out from that church. Bryn, my loyal dog man - Varkha, was standing there.
"Kael," my man called.
"What is it, Bryn?"
"Grandmaster Aerian, he wants to share his last wish for you."
I was surprised, wasn't too.
After all this time, why does he need me? That was my question.
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Bryn.
He was surprised, wasn't too.
Kael, the man who saved me, was wanted by his mentor, by the first of the Veilborns. By Grandmaster Aerian.
"Let's go." He ordered.
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After an hour of traveling through the woods of Dravenreach, We were in the gates of the great prison of Zharan Spiras. He came off of his horse. Me too.
He showed his hand to me to pause. "Don't follow me."
I accepted his order. He enters.
He came out in 18.34 minutes. His face was changed, neither bright nor dark. It was emotionless, like he was given another mission.
"What is it, master?" I asked him, but he refused to answer, or he was in thought, like he remembered something. Something about his past.
I don't know, but this is out of his mind. Out of his league
To be continued...