Prologue – The Animal
Darkness spreads across the land of Sylvarant, the many light of the stars begin to shine, each one casting it's own light, together in the sky they feel close and grouped. For many today had been a blessed day, 3 days ago marked the end of a drought and flowers could be seen blossoming again, the very first crops began to raise out of the land, and those animals who lived through the drought had sipped the precious liquid that had barely touched the backs of there throats in a long time.
The moon had shined brightly today, a full moon almost made the day perfect one to be remembered for many years to come. Though there was one man who would not think this day to be perfect, one who did not believe it should be remembered. The stars and moon whom shined so beautify for others, had only dared to shine upon the red liquid dripping from his skin. The man looked at the back of his palm, the blood slowly dripping down to the moist ground. He could not trace the source of much of the blood, whether it was his own or of others.
He had cast a small cleansing spell upon himself; he wanted to make sure he would be infected with daisies and sickness within the tainted blood. He sat under the shadow of a large tree, which had died from the drought, he had wished that he would've died on this day, or even earlier then that, the horrors he would have to face now are too great for a man to standby. In the darkness of a bush the man saw a movement, a human lying wounded in the bushes, he could not tell who the human was or why he was there.
Lifting his sword up as a cane our, "hero", hade lifted himself up from the shadow of the willow tree to see the human in the bushes. Leaning over to see the man, our "hero" found him to be one of the men who had accompanied him on his mission. The man in the bush's could barley be called a human at his state, Unable to escape the last few painful hours of his life, He was now no more wounded animal lying on the ground moaning out of pain. The man of the two had taken his sword and carefully aimed for the animal's heart, stabbing clearly and toughly stopping it and the animal's torture once and for all. For the last moment of its lift just as the sword pierced its heart, stopping both it and the pain, it allowed him to die as a man and not as a wounded beast.
The man could not stand to watch a man in such pain; He would endure the same amount in his lifetime due to the losses of this day, maybe even more in the never ending spiral of his existence. Something no amount of healing could fix, only the uniting death, which would bind his soul to the heavens and to the other's to come before him. In the wake of this thought he had taken a dagger he had hiding in a casing, lifted it and looked onto the blade as to a mirror, was he as the animal he had just slain, only to suffer the pain over a long time? He dropped the dagger, backing backwards attempting to think, only to crash into the tree that cast its shadow upon him before.