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Prologue

Run, that's all he could do, that's all he could think about doing, just running, running as far away from that awful place as possible. His powerful legs aching with exhaustions, but he wouldn't stop, he had to keep going. His slender hands curled into fists as he powered on. His face masked behind the hood that he always wore. He couldn't let his secret escape, not from the lips of the one person he trusted.

As he powered on he saw a building up in front of him, a tall structure, signifying that it was important and well known, Castle Redmont. Walking up to the entrance, the guards saw the figure approach. 'Name.' the guard stated as the figure approached the gates.

In return he got no reply. The guard asked again, this time more demanding. 'Sir, your name.' but again he got no reply. The figure stood motionless, and with the hood covering their face, it seemed unlikely to get an answer from the hooded stranger. 'Sir, I can't let you pass through these gates without a name, or an identification of who you are.' The guard stated again. Again, there was no reply.

The guard was starting to get impatient, he had met a lot of people at this gate who had rattled him up and gotten him angry, but this guy took the cake. He was gonna lose it. He finally saw the hooded figure move slightly, he could see the rest of his cloak that was attached to the hood, the cloak was a dirty brown colour, which looked like it was thrown to the dirt and stood on. The rest of the clothes he saw slightly, through the little gap the cloak gave. He saw the same texture of clothing, ratty and dirty.

The guard took a step closer, but the person made no sudden movement. The guard looked him up and down and simply stated again, 'Sir, I need your name, now.' The figure lifted his head a tiny bit, took one step back and turned around and started towards the woods. The guard was baffled by the actions of the person, and decided to leave it at that. But just as he was about to go back to his post, the hooded figure started sprinting towards the wall, the guard just stood there with a smirk on his face, knowing that he couldn't possibly jump over it.

But he was dead wrong; the figure ran at full speed and took two steps up the wall before placing his hands on the edge and pulling himself over the other side. The guard was stunned and couldn't move for a few second before rushing in through the gates to search for the trespasser.

The hooded figure stood up, briefly taking in his surroundings before running to a building that had a couple open windows and maybe a few more had lights on. Quickly running across the courtyard, through all the towns people he made it to his destination. But stopping him from completing his goal, he heard someone familiar, someone he met just before. The guard, the figure spotted him in the middle of a crowd searching for him. He had to get inside, slipping into the shadows, he quietly, well, as quiet as you could get in a market, he slid in through the gap in the doorway.

As he turned his attention away from the entrance he saw that he was inside some sort of bed and breakfast kind of thing. On his left he saw a kitchen; he quickly went in and took a small piece of bread. His stomach growled with satisfaction as he devoured his little treat. As he walked on, he went past a small dining room, a little living room, and maybe a bathroom/laundry. He took a turn and went up a few flights of stairs. Walking down a hallway he saw a study not too far off from where he was currently.

He slowly walked in, checking all corners and making sure no one was lurking around and sneaking up on him. He walked carefully over to the desk that sat in the middle of the room, with a few piles of paper work on top. Picking up a sheet he read the contents of the page;

Urgent Report – Baron Arald

There has been sighting of a stranger running through the woods, heading towards the Castle. I urge you to send a few scouts out to investigate. This thief has caused chaos and may have a link to the Royal Family – De Clermont. They have been on the run for a week and half now, and they must be stopped. The name, age and birth are all unknown, for when in custody, did not speak and comply with any of our terms and conditions.

The Ranger at Cordom Fief spotted the thief a few days ago, and reports from other rangers say that they are heading towards you.

Keep an eye out Baron, or better yet your ranger. This thief is sneaky and easily outwitted the troops of the others.

~ Baron Kingsley.

The dark figure smirked slightly, knowing all too well who the person in question was. A slight sound gave a hint that someone else was in the room. The thief looked around slowly before setting his eyes on the chair dead straight in front of him. He could tell there was something off about the right side of the chair, the lighting was darker. And he knew all too well that it wasn't the lights in the room.

The thief smirked once more, before giving a big hint of the border breach and threw his dagger right in the middle of the chair, the dagger had a small emblem imbedded in the hilt of the knife, and it was one of a royal family. On the hilt around a circle of a wolf were the markings, 'L. G. DC.' In cursive. He turned around and faced the open window, he started running before swan diving out the opening, rolling and squatting when he landed on the ground. Heading towards the gate, and making camp. Not once did he look back.