Sorry for such long updates for my RWBY fanfiction, if any of you read that. I've just not had any ideas lately and I'm busy with life things, like graduation. All that aside, please enjoy.
Trudging through the woods with a Blade in hand and a backpack on his back, he set out through the woods in search for Keidran, not orders by the Templars, but merely orders from himself. During a raid on his village, his family was slaughtered and he was tossed out. Hearing the barking of orders from someone, he ran to the nearest tree and hid, taking quick peeks, it appeared to be a Keidran search party, looking for any survivors. "The guilty pay the price.." He spoke his Fathers' last words as he dragged his Blade on the ground, making a line behind him, he stood in front of them. The party of about 6 stopped and looked at him, a small child with charred and bloodstained clothing. "It's a survivor.. but a child, what should we do with him?" One stopped and asked the leader. "Kill him like the rest."
The boy dropped his backpack and stood with his sword raised and a giant grin on his face, as 5 of the Keidran charged him. He swung his Sword and plunged it into the first attackers face, then tore upwards, and kicked him over. Another one got close enough, and the boy blocked a strike from the Scythe, kicked the Keidran in the stomach about 3 times, and ran the Sword into his chest. Picking up the weighty Scythe, the rest attacked, using the reach advantage of the Scythe, he swung and cut one of the Keidran in half, then slammed the dull part of the Scythe into the Keidran to his left, lifted, and brought the Scythe down into his spine. The final attacked let out a scream, then stabbed the boy with a dagger in the back, and threw him to the ground.
The Keidran tried stabbing him, but the boy rolled away and grabbed hold of his Sword and cut her entire head off. Panting, he looked at the final Keidran, a Wolf, of course, with a giant Blade in his hands. "You've killed them, but they were only pawns, you won't be leaving me alive."
"Heh, we'll see."
They both met each other head on, the boy nearly dodging a downward strike from the giant Sword, he pushed his Blade into the Wolf, pulled out, did two slashes on his chest, and slammed the handle of his sword into his head, knocking him down. He walked over to the Wolf and slammed the smaller Sword into his stomach, and pinned him to the ground, then walked over to the heavier Sword and dragged it over to the Keidran, raised it over his head, and cut him in half. A female gasp came from behind him, and the boy picked up his Sword and pointed at whatever was behind him. A chained up Keidran, looking to be a slave, she was a Fox, a pretty one as well. He lowered his Sword and walked over to her, there were some basic rope bindings around her hands, a metal collar around her neck, which connected to some chain. On the collar, there was a key hole. The boy nodded and went back to the Wolf, snatched the key from his waist cloth, grabbed his backpack, and walked back over to the Fox, shoved the key in and unlocked the collar, then, cut the bindings on her hands.
"Y-you're freeing me?"
"No one deserves to go through the same madness as I. Run home if you have one."
The boy turned around and started walking into the forest, when a hand was placed on his shoulder.
"Wait.. I don't have a home.. can.. I travel with you, if you would be so kind?"
"You may."
The boy continued with his new, nude companion at his side. He tried his best to keep his eyes forward, but couldn't keep himself from looking at the naked figure beside him.
"Soo.." She started. "What's your name?"
He stopped for a moment, looking to be thinking.
"..Call me.. Tempest."
"Tempest? That's a name for a storm, not a name for a person."
"I'm not a person, I believe I'm a storm of hatred, despair and death, as you saw back there."
"Oh, about what you did back there, your wounds, that looks a bit bad."
"Don't worry about it."
"Can't you use magic or something to heal it?"
"I'm no magic user."
"Oh, I see."
They both walked side by side until they hit a river. Tempest dropped his backpack and pulled out 2 items, a bucket, and a bar of soap, then began undressing, tossing his clothes at the nearest tree. He then grabbed the two items and walked into the river. The Fox had her hands over her mouth as she watched him do each of these things.
"What's wrong? Scared to see someone naked?"
"W-well, it's just that you did it all right in front of me, that's just indecent!"
"Speak for yourself. If you don't want to see me naked, leave, if you're willing to clean yourself up and don't mind seeing me naked, by all means, join me."
The Fox thought over her options for a few moments, but shrugged and walked into the river. She could tell this relationship would go far.