Long gone are the days when peace was a possibility, Princess Lavender disappeared with half of the heart seed, Darkthorne rose to power in Briarwood, another queen was nearly assassinated again, Shrouded Glade nearly fell to the Gloam, and the Dwarves have opened to the way to Sunstone Valley leaving the discovery of more ancient ruins and relics of Scared Grove.
Not long after the Gloam invasion started, a ninja named Matthew Stormfeather died as a hero of war, battling the Gloam monstrosities that attacked and destroyed Shrouded Glade. He was laid to rest in Blackspore, a Shrouded Gloam flag marking his tombstone as a fallen warrior of the war. Few mourned him, a couple and their child, and an old dwarf smith, who worked all over sacred grove. Those four were, and have been the only ones to pay tribute to him till this day.
~Chapter 1: Dawn of a life~
The sun was peaking over the horizon of hills and trees as I carried on through the wilderness. I had been walking for a few days straight, but it didn't matter since until I actually got to any sort of town because there wasn't any where decent to rest. A Figure was up on the road ahead, stood still in the middle of the road. As I started to see the figure up close, he seemed to be poorly dressed in ninja clothing, and the scythe blade he had at his hip that was covered in scratches and worn out of shape. Odd that such a poorly equipped soul would be stupid enough to be so bold, I thought to myself. "S-S-Stop there! I-I'll attack you if you don't hand over your stuff!" He said, holding his scythe blade up threateningly. I let out a small smirk and flung my arm up towards him, watching a black chain fling its self from the sleeve of my coat and around his wrist of the ninja. The chain grew taunt and I pulled my arm back, the chain disappearing into small bits of black wisps as the ninja was pulled forward. The ninja barely had time to react as I rose my boot and slammed it into his chest. He went spiralling back and into a tree. I started walking towards him when a girl suddenly barged past me and ran over to the boy. "What the hell did you just do?" She said, never taking her gaze away from the boy. I turned and carried on walking towards where I was headed. The girl ran in-front of me and stood in the way. "What the hell happened? And who the hell are you?!" she demanded, spreading her arms wide intending to stop me. I gave a small smirk and walked around her.
"If it means that much to you, my name,
Is Izor."
