A/N: So I've been seeing a lot of hate going on between SSundee and Derp SSundee where they both are fighting to see who's the best. Since I'm a SSundee fan, I think they might've been close before all of this hate started. This maybe my first ever 'focused on' fan fiction so wish me luck!

The rain poured down onto the town of Fairburn Point as the night went by slowly. A hooded figure made his way down the street of the town looking for a place to take shelter. He notices a bright light coming ahead and sees a sign to a pub/inn. He walks over and enters the pub dripping rainwater. Surprisingly, when he removes his coat, he was dry as ever and hung his coat on the coat rack provided. The pub had a warm and homely feeling to it and the light provided by the lamps and candles made the place very cozy. The man walked up to the bar and sat down on a stool while placing his knapsack on the table top and rubbing his face with his hands. It had been a very long journey for him and he was thoroughly exhausted. A bartender comes up to him and asks him for what he would like to drink. " A Brandy please," he replies in a low and husky voice. The bartender looks at him for a moment in suspicion but then goes off to get his drink.

In the pub are a few more people sitting together in a group, laughing and drinking as they told each other stories that they recall happening in the town a while ago. A couple of them had spilled their drink onto the table and they others took no notice of the running liquid that is staining their suits. When the bartender returned, he set the man's drink onto the table and took one look at the group with a rather disgusted look on his face. The man noticed. "What's wrong? Is something the matter?" he asked in a rather innocent voice. The bartender was slightly shocked, but replied anyways. "It's nothing. I have to deal with this group every night I work here. They just seem to only get drunk and talk about ridiculous tales that I don't believe to be true."

The man turned around and saw the group in their current state and frowned. They had gotten the place rather messy and seemed to have made the place rather uncomfortable compared to how it was when he first entered. He turned back and took a swig of his drink. As the warmth made it's way down his throat and into his stomach, he sat silently, deep in thought. "Do you want me to help you take care of this little problem?" he said suddenly. The bartender stared at him for a moment, taking in his features. Messy dark brown hair, almost burnt looking, flashing blue eyes that reminded him of the night sky, slightly brown skin, a sort of tan look, and he seemed to be wearing a really old travelling robe and a pair of travelling boots that looked very worn out. The bartender stood in doubt as the strange man was waiting for an answer. "What is your name if I might ask?" he said. "My name is SSundee. SSundee Brightblade. You might've heard of me, or you may have not. But that is not the case," the man replied. SSundee... SSundee... Why did that name sound rather familiar?

"I guess you could help me, bu-" the bartender was saying but got cut off by the shattering of glass in the background. SSundee got up immediately and walked towards the group of now extremely drunk men with a rather serious face. One of them, who was not as drunk as his friends were, noticed him approaching and stood up abruptly holding a bottle in his hand. "Well what do we got here? Ano- *hic* -nother loser traveler who thinks he can find ad- *hic* adventures here in this deserted town?" he said, slurring his words. His friends broke into a ravenous laughter as he stood proudly of insulting him. SSundee did not bother about that and just stood staring at them with disgust on his face. "Would you mind leaving now? It is late and you would wake up the others who are currently deep in their slumber now," SSundee had said, still with a serious face. "Oooh... Looks like we have a proud one here," the man said was turning to look at his friends with a huge grin on his face. He took a step forward towards SSundee and was swaying rather dangerously with the glass bottle in his hand. "Now you listen here you little punk, don't mess wi- *hic* with us because you would be dead right now if we weren't holding back. AND YOU LISTEN CAREFULLY! WE WILL TEAR YOU TO-". And just like that, the man had passed out and so did his friends.

The bartender stood in shock behind the bar as he saw SSundee mutter a few words and saw the men slowly getting up and making their way to the exit. "Looks like that's taken care off... Dear boy, might I have a stay in your inn for a few days? I'll need to make my way to my awaited destination soon but would absolutely love to have a rest for a short while," SSundee said as he sat back on his chair and started to drink his Brandy. The bartender was still in shock but followed orders and gave him the keys to one of the rooms in the inn. SSundee had finished his drink rather quickly and proceeded to get his coat before heading to his room. "Oh, and boy? Please try to refrain from telling anyone of what you had just seen. I'd rather not draw any attention to myself while I'm staying here."

After he had gotten his coat, he went straight to his room. The young and innocent bartender stared at him walking up the stairs to the upper floor. 'That could not have been real,' he thought. He turned to the glass from which SSundee was drinking from and saw a stack of gold coins sitting in the mug. Forgetting about what had happened, he pulled out one of the coins and bit on it. 'Solid gold. This is truly a miracle' he thought happily. A warm smile filled his face as he cleared up the place. This would definitely be a night to remember for the rest of his life.

A/N: I'll do a mix of normal writing and perspectives so you can see everything that's happening! Thanks for reading.

~ Sorrows