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Konami.
Prologue
"P-Please. . ." One of the so-called Fire Bringers clutched Camus' sleeve, his face contorted with pain. The former Captain of the Red Knights of Matilda knelt as the wounded man gasped for air. Camus inspected the man's wound across his chest and grimly shook his head. It looked deep and fatal as blood continued to flow. He will not live for long.
"I will listen."
With a shaking hand, the dark haired man reached for something inside his coat. The knight looked at the man's hand as he opened his bloodied palm. "I-Ik. . . say. . ." A key, fashioned as a necklace, rested on his hand. Camus slowly took the item, his grip around the man's shoulder tightened as he willed some of his strength to him. Iksay? Somehow, the name was familiar to him. But where has he heard it before?
The man's gray eyes, which were clouded with pain, pleaded. "F. . .Frau. . .l-lein. . ." His empty hand lay limply on his stomach. Camus watched as the man fought for labored breaths as he tried to finish his request. "P- Please tell. . . my wife a-and. . ." The man's throat worked as he gulped for air. ". . .m-my son. . . that I. . . am. . ." The gray eyes started to empty of life. The pain on the older man's features started to disappear, just to be replaced by an alarming expression of calm as it settled on his face.
". . .sorry. . ." The word was whispered as the man breathed his last.
Moments of silence passed as Camus closed his eyes. Death has claimed yet another victim. But this victim has died by his sword. His jaw clenched. Damn that man! Leading all these men with all the wrong reasons, making them believe the lies he has woven just for them to join him on his twisted quest.
"I shall carry out your wish." Camus vowed. The red-haired knight stood up and bowed his head in a silent prayer for the man's soul. He placed the key inside his pocket and walked back to his friends.
The Village of Milit. . . Located in the middle of Tinto, Kamaro, and Caleria. A cold silence fell upon the little community. The frightened villagers meekly watched as the strangers from Dunan checked the sprawled bodies on the hard, cool ground. Each went from one body to another to see if some of the men, who falsely called themselves the Fire Bringer, were still alive. The wounds inflicted on some were mere flesh wounds, the others weren't so lucky..
There was a little commotion regarding the Flame Champion who was rumored to be in the area. But it was later found out that the said Flame Champion wasn't the real one but Krant, a White Matilda Knight who served under their former commander Gorudo. Seemingly, he was able to collect men to accompany him on his revenge against two of his comrades.
"Heh." A young blond named Nash Clovis smiled as he flexed his shoulders. "No sweat." He nudged one of the unconscious men with his boot. When there was no reaction, he looked around the area for his companions. The Blue Knight Miklotov stood not too far away from him, checking for casualties in the village.
The Red Knight on the other hand was talking to the village chief called Clad, an old goat of a man who didn't want their presence in the village. Nash figured that the knight was apologizing for the incident in the village. He scoffed as he leaned back to a wall, his arms rested behind his head. They were the ones who saved the village. No need for apologies.
Then again, why should he care? He's leaving the village soon anyway.
* * *
Camus watched as the light-hearted young man disappear from his view. Nash Clovis was a pure mystery. He suddenly shows up out of nowhere and leaves after all the excitement. Then again, he was grateful Nash was in the village when they needed help the most. He has proven himself a strong fighter.
But why did he use a different weapon instead of the twin swords he was always carrying? Gross Fluss, Camus remembered Nash calling his swords. Nash merely shrugged then smiled when asked about the oddity. Aye, that young man is indeed mysterious.
"Are you still going to this Iksay Village?" Miklotov interrupted his thoughts. He waited until Maki, a childhood friend of Camus, disappear inside her house. The Red Knight turned to look at his friend and nodded.
"It was a dying man's request." His slipped his hand inside his pocket and gripped onto the key. "I have given my word."
Prologue
"P-Please. . ." One of the so-called Fire Bringers clutched Camus' sleeve, his face contorted with pain. The former Captain of the Red Knights of Matilda knelt as the wounded man gasped for air. Camus inspected the man's wound across his chest and grimly shook his head. It looked deep and fatal as blood continued to flow. He will not live for long.
"I will listen."
With a shaking hand, the dark haired man reached for something inside his coat. The knight looked at the man's hand as he opened his bloodied palm. "I-Ik. . . say. . ." A key, fashioned as a necklace, rested on his hand. Camus slowly took the item, his grip around the man's shoulder tightened as he willed some of his strength to him. Iksay? Somehow, the name was familiar to him. But where has he heard it before?
The man's gray eyes, which were clouded with pain, pleaded. "F. . .Frau. . .l-lein. . ." His empty hand lay limply on his stomach. Camus watched as the man fought for labored breaths as he tried to finish his request. "P- Please tell. . . my wife a-and. . ." The man's throat worked as he gulped for air. ". . .m-my son. . . that I. . . am. . ." The gray eyes started to empty of life. The pain on the older man's features started to disappear, just to be replaced by an alarming expression of calm as it settled on his face.
". . .sorry. . ." The word was whispered as the man breathed his last.
Moments of silence passed as Camus closed his eyes. Death has claimed yet another victim. But this victim has died by his sword. His jaw clenched. Damn that man! Leading all these men with all the wrong reasons, making them believe the lies he has woven just for them to join him on his twisted quest.
"I shall carry out your wish." Camus vowed. The red-haired knight stood up and bowed his head in a silent prayer for the man's soul. He placed the key inside his pocket and walked back to his friends.
The Village of Milit. . . Located in the middle of Tinto, Kamaro, and Caleria. A cold silence fell upon the little community. The frightened villagers meekly watched as the strangers from Dunan checked the sprawled bodies on the hard, cool ground. Each went from one body to another to see if some of the men, who falsely called themselves the Fire Bringer, were still alive. The wounds inflicted on some were mere flesh wounds, the others weren't so lucky..
There was a little commotion regarding the Flame Champion who was rumored to be in the area. But it was later found out that the said Flame Champion wasn't the real one but Krant, a White Matilda Knight who served under their former commander Gorudo. Seemingly, he was able to collect men to accompany him on his revenge against two of his comrades.
"Heh." A young blond named Nash Clovis smiled as he flexed his shoulders. "No sweat." He nudged one of the unconscious men with his boot. When there was no reaction, he looked around the area for his companions. The Blue Knight Miklotov stood not too far away from him, checking for casualties in the village.
The Red Knight on the other hand was talking to the village chief called Clad, an old goat of a man who didn't want their presence in the village. Nash figured that the knight was apologizing for the incident in the village. He scoffed as he leaned back to a wall, his arms rested behind his head. They were the ones who saved the village. No need for apologies.
Then again, why should he care? He's leaving the village soon anyway.
* * *
Camus watched as the light-hearted young man disappear from his view. Nash Clovis was a pure mystery. He suddenly shows up out of nowhere and leaves after all the excitement. Then again, he was grateful Nash was in the village when they needed help the most. He has proven himself a strong fighter.
But why did he use a different weapon instead of the twin swords he was always carrying? Gross Fluss, Camus remembered Nash calling his swords. Nash merely shrugged then smiled when asked about the oddity. Aye, that young man is indeed mysterious.
"Are you still going to this Iksay Village?" Miklotov interrupted his thoughts. He waited until Maki, a childhood friend of Camus, disappear inside her house. The Red Knight turned to look at his friend and nodded.
"It was a dying man's request." His slipped his hand inside his pocket and gripped onto the key. "I have given my word."