The warriors of the golden millennium
Prologue
It was all a blur that night; she remembered the blazing fire on rooftops and the sound of hooves race past her. The screaming of villagers, beg and fight for their lives yet not one was spared however she hid in basement of her house where she watched from a small window, lives being slaughtered before her hazel eyes. The smell of smoke lingered and the blood sprayed over the walls as bandits took women as their toys and children as their slaves. From head to toe, as she watched, she shook furiously and her heart raced. Then suddenly, she heard her father scream before the door broke down in one go. Two men snickered at the sight of the defenseless girl as they pushed aside the corpse of her father. She shuddered, paralyzed in fear as they got closer, one with a weapon drenched in blood and another with a hound dog.
It wasn't before long her unconscious body was dragged outside with bite marks and bruises along her arms and legs. The commotion of killing slowly died down as the bandits celebrated before getting on their horses. As she was carelessly tossed onto the back of a black horse by a man wearing a black eye patch, the wind suddenly became rough and the flickering of the flames slowly distinguished. Everyone stopped and in the silence, the sound of metal crunching against the blood covered dirt was loudly heard amongst everyone. A slight silhouette, in the smoke, slowly approached while the bandits were cautious and raised their weapons. Everything ended very quickly, every single one of them cut down in a matter of seconds yet he let them live. As he finished the last one, the girl awoke feeling the pain jolt through her as she fell off the horse's side. She cringed in pain as she then panicked but saw nothing but blood everywhere and a tall man carrying a large sword amongst the pile of unconscious bandits. Her eyes rimmed with fear as the man with beaming silver eyes were staring right at her while the rest of the remaining villagers scurried away to their destroyed homes.
He walked over to her, and stretched out his arm giving her his hand "You aright?" he gave her a warm smile before helping the injured girl up. She looked all around her as tears began to slowly fall and mumbled a few words.
"They're all gone. Dead." She cried before collapsing into his warm arms her thoughts all in a mess. She sniffed softly before apologizing but all he did was pat her head and comfort her as he remembered the days before he himself became a warrior.
"What's your name?"
After a few sniffs she stuttered, "T-t-tiffa-any."
"Well, I guess there's no other choice…" he smiled and looked over at the gleaming moon before taking her small hand in his warm ones
That morning, he left with her beside him and journeyed over the mountain to his destination.
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