"A/N: This is the tale of Alrun a man raised in death and darkness a man with who follows any order and follower of Casca. This is the tale of the masked Silent Eagle Alrun.

This is a alternate version with new characters and new battles but the same basis so enjoy.

"Talking"

"Thinking"

The Man of Light

He lived in darkness and silence he sat inside the cart that led to his newest master. Once he'd known what happiness was but that had been long ago back when he'd been free. But now all he knew was work, blood and suffering. When he'd been a child he had cried and recieved many beatings leaving him barely able to move let alone cry. At eight he quit crying and feeling all together he would only do what he knew to do. They had trained him to fight as a soldier he along with many other children he was told to fight, kill, work eat then sleep and everyday it was the same. In the darkness he forgot what he looked like never allowed to see a mirror the boy had never seen himself, to young to have remembered his name he went without one he became nothing just a sword for killing. He'd been sent out to battle at ten and had slain more people then he could count many had seen him in his armor swinging a long broad sword. His helmed mask making it impossible to see anything but his eyes.

During the battle he'd seen himself in a pool of water when they'd began their rest. He saw a young boy in a armored mask that had only openings in the eyes he saw his eyes one was green the other was blue. He remembered the men saying something in weird words when they'd seen him. The word Alrun had come up he liked the word and turned and looked at his reflection once more. They had taught him to speak and to read and write in darkness and he put his hand on the dirt and traced out the letters and whispered the word. "Alrun...My name is Alrun." He smiled under his mask and for the briefest time knew happiness. But the darkness soon returned and he was forced to fight once more.

When he was twelve and fighting on the battlefield once more he was injured by a crossbow bolt in the shoulder he had noticed and felt the thud and had kept fighting even as the tide turned into the enemies favor he had foughten hard and felt another stab on his side he turned killed the man then returned to fighting until he saw that he was standing against everyone. He remebered his masters words of warning. "If you are surronded you are dead." He looked at the army then his sword he saw he had three stab wounds and two arrow wounds. He silently brandished his sword and charged then as he fought the loss of blood sent him back into the darkness.

He awoke surronded in the darkness, he remembered the words of his masters of the darkness of death the nothingness. He had thought this a nice place since he only knew of darkness and nothingness. He felt something reach for the mask that covered his face instictivly he grabbed the thing and squeezed, he heard a scream. Alrun opened his eyes to find a young girl with dark skin, he noticed his hand was grasping hers which were very close to his mask. He released her hand which she pulled back in a blur. "Your awake I see."

Alrun turned and saw him, he was tall and in silver armor his sliver white hair cascadeing down his shoulders like a picture of the angels he'd seen in books. His blue eyes and smile caused him to relax slightly and look at him with his own blue and green eyes. He only stared as the angelic man sat down and smiled at him like a child. "You really are something to even wake up with wounds like that." Alrun sat up causeing the girl and man to gasp he felt a slight tear on his side and looked to see blood staining the once white bandges. The man called out for someone and a small man ran in and immediately took the bandges off Alrun saw that he had a huge slash on his side that had opened with his sudden movement.

The man took out a needle and thread and reached for the cut Alrun stopped him and stood. The man protested but Alrun ignored him and walked out a small trail of blood where he stepped he saw a fire and walked to it. The men saw him and he heard the man and girl coming up from behind him. he looked at the fire and remebered the last time he'd been wounded so greatly the words of his master at the time. "Your useless if you only reopen the wounds as you fight so you are to be burned where the wounds are to seal them with the flame." Alrun looked at the flame and then reached in and grabbed a flaming stick the men caught off guard fell back and reached for wepons the white haired man and girl also stopped and looked on in confusion.

He looked at the flame and then the wound he saw many believed he wanted to fight but he only had one thing on his mind. Closeing the wound, with that thought he took the flame and without hesitation placed it onto his wound the men cried out and the girl screamed he only could smell as he seared and burned his flesh with the flame. He looked at the wound and saw that the fire had done its work very well he threw the flame back into the fire the sticks sparking slightly. Then he quickly took the sputtering mans kit from him. The man tried to stop him but a cold look from him made him stop Alrun found a place to sit and quickly did.

Alrun thread the needle and then with out a hint of hesitation began to sew the burned wound the men watched he ignored them until he finished the job then without a word he cut the thread and put the needle in the flame much to the anger of the small man. He started to stand and walk when a hand grasped his shoulder he turned and through the mask he saw that it was the angel man again. "I'd like to talk to you." Alrun looked at the man only for a moment then he gave him a child like smile. Alrun looked at it then followed him along with the woman to the tent. He noted that the man had various maps and a table in the tent along with a very slender sword sheathed and on the table. "Now might I ask who you are?"

Alrun turned and looked at the man his eyes trying to see what the man's catch was what he wanted. The woman turned and with a angry look drew her sword and placed it at his throat. "Answer him now." Alrun looked at the sword then looked at the man. "My name is Alrun." The man smiled and so did the girl and then pressed her blade closer. He looked at her then the blade but only looked at it then when she pressed it closer he gave her a questioning look. "Casca that won't be needed I think I figured something out just now." Casca turned and looked at the man then removed her sword from his throat, Alrun turned towards the man his eyes on his armor again. "Alrun you are only allowed to speak when ordered correct."

Alrun nodded he was ordered to always talk when ordered but never unless it was an order, but they had said nothing about nodding his head. The man smiled and turned to Casca and nodded to her. "What is your rank and who is your commander answer thats an order Alrun." Alrun looked at her and remebered the words of his masters then nodded. "My rank is what ever I need to be the highest I have ever held is Lieutenent, my commander is dead an arrow to the throat so at the moment I..." Alrun stood there silent he felt Casca look at him with confused black eyes and even the man as he stopped. But they didn't know what he had almost said was huge to him, he was at the moment without a master they were dead killed in the battle along with all the others he was all that was left a tool without a master a owner he was discarded.

"I am at the moment nothing." Casca looked at him with a look most men called pity but he didn't care pride and every other emotion men held was not in him only a sword and mask that defined him. "I wouldn't say your nothing." Alrun looked up and saw the man was taking off his armor Casca walked over and helped then placed it on the side. He wore normal clothes of a peasent not a noble much to Alruns surprise. "i mean your only a little older than Casca and able to kill and fight and even..." He looked at the stiched up burned wound. "Do that to yourself without even flinching I'd have to say you'd be more than useful." Alrun followed the words and understood almost instantly what the man was saying. "If you wish you may join the hawks and serve under myself and Casca."

Alrun looked at them then he only looked to the ground. "Answer." He saw Casca looking at him and then with a confused look in his eyes, "Is it a order to join?" That made Casca growl and almost hit him but the man stopped her and looked at him. "No its a question do you want to join?" Alrun looked at him then for the first time in his life he made a choice. "I will join the Hawks... A tool needs a master I shall be your wepon shield what ever you deem till you die or I or I am given to another." The man smiled and Casca only gave him a confused look. "Then welcom Alrun to the Band of the Hawk. I am Griffith the leader and this as you know is Casca my second in command." He nodded, "since your new I think I'll have Casca as your commander she is your leader understand."

Alrun looked at Casca and studied her she was a head shorter than him he saw she had long black hair and also black eyes she was younger than him and held a determination only a few men held. She noticed him looking her over and slapped him Alrun didn't flinch he only looked at her with a confused look. "What are you staring at?" He gave her a confused look and with the same cold eyes, "A tool must know it's owner. I was only making a pass so that during a battle I will hear anything you call out or if you are in danger i will be able to come to your aid. or if you die than I will just continue fighting till I die or a new master takes me in."

She looked at him then Griffith who only nodded Casca sighed and looked at him. "Your orders are to take mine but also Griffiths understand you also talk to him when he asks you questions." Alrun turned and looked at Griffith who smiled back Alrun nodded. "I follow your orders and his I answer and speck only to you and him I am your tool Casca but I also am borrowed by Griffith when ever asked." He nodded and his mind registered it all he turned and looked at them with his same cold emotionless eyes. "I am yours what shall I do?" Casca only shook her head and looked at him he saw she was looking at the armor he still had his mask.

"Take off that mask I want to see your face." Alrun didn't argue or hesitate he reached back and unlatched the parts that held his mask on to him then grabbed the back and removed it. He had never not warn the mask so a huge amount of black hair fell out and cascaded over his shoulders he pushed it back and looked at her. She was only stareing she noted Griffith also had a shocked look on his face. Interested he looked at a Griffiths armor that shined he was what most called handsome with a regal almost noble face, he even rivaled Griffith. "Well that is surpriseing your like a darker brother of myself..."

Alrun only looked at himself then he pulled up and looked at Casca. "Well we should get you a tent-" He shook his head, "I don't need one, I can sleep in front of your tent." Casca saw that he was serious and studied his eyes then with a sigh motioned for him to follow her Alrun followed without a word. She led him to a calm clearing and motioned for him to sit he did.

"Alright now here are my orders I prefer Griffith not here. First my name is Casca call me that nothing else. Alright, second I want you to stop all this talk of being nothing but a tool you are not a tool your a man." Alrun listened quietly then he stood, "I am to call you Casca and not refer to myself as a tool... if that is your order I shall." She looked at him her eyes on the wound they had all but forgotten. 'Now take care of yourself and get some sleep."

Alrun watched her go then stood and looked at the wound then walked to the man who'd tried to fix him he only walked into the tent took some bandages wrapped them then he walked to the tent he had seen Casca head towards. He looked in and found her with her clothes off she saw him and she blushed then with fury in her eyes she threw a part of armor he caught it placed it back on the ground and looked at her. "I'll be out here tonight Casca if you wish me to get you something do not hesitate." He then pulled his head out and sat down outside the tent and closed his eyes.

She left at night Alrun sensed her leave waited then followed her. He walked for more then a few minutes and then he saw her she was in the river washing her long hair glistened and so did she. He sat and turned his back he only needed to listen and keep an eye on his new master as any good wepon would. Another ten minutes passed and she came out she dried herself and began to dress when he heard them. He turned to see five armed men walk out smileing darkly at her. Alrun moved silently down towards them.

"Well well well what do we have here." Many of the men smiled and then charged her she ran but one man caught her by the hair she tried to scream but one man grabbed her mouth. She looked at them saw one pulling his pants then as she felt tears one man cried out. She saw Alrun standing over a man his neck in a odd angle and eyes vacant. "Four to go." They charged Alrun didn't wait and picked up the fallens man blade and as they attacked he parried and dodged the blades. He moved with no emotion and no look on his face as he sliced the biggest man his guts falling from the slit. He turned and blocked a knife but the other two came at him from behind him he turned and with a cold look he turned them into the other man who squelled as the blades entered him.

'Shit he got three of us like nothing." The man with a missing eye looked at him. "he's just a kid we can get him." Then they attacked the big man raised a mace and swang Alrun looked at it then saw the move as the other man drew a cross bow and aimed at Casca. He moved quickly rolling out of the maces way and into the arrows he saw the bolt and raised his arm the bolt struck home. He looked at it and then looked at the man as he laughed and drew his sword and as the other man swang again. Then it happened Alrun ducked cut upward with such force it took the mans hands off. As the man screamed Alrun turned and dodged the thrust from the other man and in a fluid motion pulled the bolt out and slammed it into the mans head.

"Die." He turned to Casca and looked her ovr no injuries but the fact she'd been bruised slightly. Then he heard the moan of the other man who's hands where no longer on him. He stood, "mercy please spar me I... I..." Alrun looked at him and then stepped crushing the man's windpipe he turned from the soon to be corpse and returned to Casca. "Can you walk?" She saw him and nodded then stumbled during the rough grab she'd hurt her ankle. Alrun looked at it then nodded and knelt. "You should ride on my back till we get to camp that is only a slight sprain."

She only climbed on then with out any effort despite the fact his arm was bleeding he carried her. "Thank you..." He only looked ahead, "I did what i said I'd do Casca I protected my master." Casca only closed her eyes,"Just say don't worry about it Alrun."Alrun looked back slightly, "Don't worry about it...Casca."

He took her to the tent silently and placed her on her bed then sat down and listened until she slept. He looked at the arrow wound then took one of his pant legs and ripped then tied it around the wound. He closed his eyes tommarrow would be when she would be the beginning of his new liife under Casca and he could only smile a odd gesture but for some reason he smiled at the thought of staying with Casca then he closed his eyes and slept.

A/N next chapter... Gatts. Time skip three years.