Darkness, not exactly what most people would want to wake up to huh? But here in my world, the Dark World, it's just another day.
Here, to leave your home unarmed is a Death Wish, but, if your name is known, to leave your home is to be feared.
My name is Bleau, and I am a low-class Dark World soldier squired to Zure, Knight of Dark World, I'm quite humanod for a Dark Worlder, and around 6" 3', pale skin with a hint of purple, Yellow Eyes with thin pupils, and Cobalt Blue hair. Though i train under a Knight, my skills are not focused on chivalry or "Honorable Tactics." No, I am quite stealthy in how I operate.
I am the Dark World's one and only Assassin.
But, this is not a biography, this is my tale, and what better place to start then where my story REALLY kicked off?
It was one of the rare times it rained in Dark World and I was returning from a mission given to me by Zure to take down a Dark Worlder who was… unruly… He never stood a chance.
The path home was made of stone, and lined by withered and/or Nocturnal plant life,
The sky was a pale gray, which let the residents of Dark World that it was mid-day, it was all the light we had.
I was approaching the Gates that led to town when a familiar voice stopped me.
"HOLD IT, OUTSIDER!" shouted a giant Dark Worlder as he leapt down from who knows where.
"Renge, you know full well i'm not an outsider." I said with a tired tone, I was in no mood for Renge's jokes, he always did this.
"OH, COME NOW, YOU KNOW I CAN'T LET YOU PASS WITHOUT MAKING SURE, DON'T YOU?" bellowed Renge, a faint smile on his ironically small head compared to his body.
Renge is huge compared to most Dark Worlders, but his head is average sized, making him look quite odd, his body looks quite mechanical on the front with a pale purple coloration and has somewhat stubby legs, his most notable feature is his Orange hands, but only on the front. He has a booming voice by default, so you REALLY don't want to hear him yell, but he's actually a nice guy and a good friend of mine.
"Yes, i know, but next time, just leave it at 'Hold It,' I have to get back to Zure." I said moving to pass Renge, but he stopped me.
"BEFORE YOU GO, I HAVE A MESSAGE FOR YOU FROM ZURE." said Renge, handing me a roll of parchment between his giant fingers.
What's this? I thought as i unrolled the parchment, it read as follows:
"To Bleau:
There is a great event taking place, and I have placed you in a slot to partake, a tournament of sorts, and whoever performs greater in the tournament will be selected to serve one of our Rulers! This is the moment you have been training for Bleau, I await to see that you serve at the very least Brron, do not disappoint me!
Zure."
My heart skipped a beat, serve one of the Rulers? Yes, That's what i've been waiting for, but why did he sign me up while i was gone?! The mission took three days! When does it start?
As if reading my mind, Renge answered "FIVE DAYS UNTIL THE TOURNAMENT, YOU SHOULD REPORT TO ZURE BEFORE YOU GET READY." boomed Renge as he stepped aside.
"Thank you, my friend!" I shouted to Renge as I zoomed Past. This was it, a chance to prove how powerful I was, nobody will best me in the tourney! I'll aim to impress Grapha! Then none will dare think me weak!
The town was as dreary as ever, from the stony ground and walkways to the Rocky buildings, none really big. While the residents were all slow, it's not due to being depressed or unmotivated, they're all on edge, never knowing when another battle will break out, though, it's less common here in my home town of Graphe-Stone. It's smaller than most towns, everyone kind of knows everyone, and it's generally quiet with the exception of the Barracks at the opposite side of town from the gate.
It took me less then 15 minutes for me to reach the Barracks where Zure was since i was on an adrenaline rush from the news, I nearly knocked the door off its hinges as I ran to Zure.
"If that Door is damaged, it's coming out of your pay." Said Zure with a disapproving frown at my conduct.
Zure is my current commander, he's kinda humanoid as well, but has somewhat of a demonic flourish as well as a mechanical touch, he's taller than me at around 6" 10' and his skin is also Pale Purple, he sports an azure Mohawk and a Purplish-Blue cape with Claw-like shoulder pads, he also wields a Sword, though i have never seen its sheathe...
"S-Sorry Sir, I'm just pumped from the news about the Tournament! I won't disappoint!" I say, first bowing in apology, then saluting in respect.
"Ah, I see Renge delivered the message without fail, Good, now, where is the proof of your successful mission?" Said Zure, holding out his hand.
"Right here, Sir." I said, handing over the targets Death Rune.
Death Runes are what we Dark Worlders use to not only to… 'Clean up the mess,' but also confirm eliminations, they are also commonly used at Funerals, to prevent anybody who dares attempt necromantic spells from reanimating the fallen.
"Very well done, Now, since you are going to be participating in the Tournament, you will be allowed to take any days leading up to the Tournament off, and every day that you are still in it as well." Said Zure, Pocketing the Rune with a grin.
I salute to Zure and head home, getting ready for the Tourny.
As I practically crashed into my home, I tossed aside my equipment and headed over to my Grimoire Modifying Tools.
Now, if i were to put a Grimoire into simple terms, it would have to be the Deck for Dark Worlders, it randomises itself every time we Clash, the Dark World equivalent of a Duel.
As for the Tools… it's how we, of course, edit the Grimoire, it lets us change what spells are in the Grimoire, Summons, Spells, traps, all of them can be added to or removed from the Grimoire as long as we have these tools.
"I have to be ready… I have five days and my Grimoire must be prepared for every eventuality!
None will rival my power and i'll serve the greatest Dark World Rulers!" I said, checking every page of my Grimoire, late into the night...