A dark-haired sand blond warrior looked out of the window of his home to be greeted with the sound of thunder and the darkness of the clouds that covered the moon. His eyes never left the dark rolling clouds as he leaned on the still.
He could almost hear and see the people of the village looked to the clouds with disdain as they gathered their things and packed the items and themselves inside their homes for the approaching storm. It was the pattern they always repeated when a storm approached in the Village.
But, even the Warrior's horse knew this was no ordinary storm, as the beautiful white mane horse stamped her hooves nervously as she too watched the dark clouds.
From the forest a figure cloaked all in black came. The face was not visible as the figure walked to the middle of the small clearing, facing the house and the blue-eyed Warrior.
From the figures cloak a sword appeared, it's color pure white with a single red gem in the middle of the hilt.
The War Horse let out a nervous nicker as the Sand Blond Warrior jumped out of the window with surprising ease, and landed on the platform of the house. The Warrior drew his sword as the thunder rumbled again.
Neither figure moved, just stared at each other.
Then, almost on a single command, they lunged and swords clashed into a metal X. The War Horse drew back on her haunches, pawing at the air as she whinnied to the heavens as the two skilled fighters fought.
Metal against Metal sounded as the two fought, both skilled to almost equal each other. Thunder sounded as their battle drew on.
The Warrior, for once in his life, knew for a fact he could not win this. But his heart and spirit to protect did not once allow him to give into any form of surrender. He fought on though his endurance and strength was starting to fail miserably. The stranger showed no signs of slowing down or weariness as it pushed the Warrior to his limits.
The War Horse could only cry out in distress as the black-cloaked figure raised his sword, and knocked the Warrior out with a well-placed blow from the swords hilt. The Warrior crumpled to the ground unconscious.
The War Horse let out a loud war cry of her own as she galloped to the stranger that dared harmed her master. Now with the Warrior lying limply on one shoulder, the stranger lifted his hand. The War Horse galloped still, almost reaching her target, when she suddenly fell to the ground, unconscious as well.
The figure looked to the entrance of the Village as it heard calls. The Horse has alerted the Village. The figure looked to the house, and raised its free hand once more to it.
Thunder boomed and Lightning flashed. A deadly streak of pure white lightning flew down from the Heavens, and touched the roof. The roof burst into flames the colors of red, yellow, and orange.
With that, the figure turned and walked back to the forest with the swish of its cloak, the Warrior still over its shoulder.
The Villagers soon reached the house, and could only stare at the scene before them in amazement, as the Heavens opened up, and released blessed rain to the house, quenching the roaring fires that burned to leave nothing in it's path.