Phoenixor had been in the town for over three weeks since the incident had occurred. He had booked a room in Yulgar's inn soon after arriving, and had bought some weapons and pets from the local shops. It was also whispered that he possessed one of the Dragon Blades, yet seemed to be a Dracomancer as well as a Dragon Slayer.
Rumours had soon started spreading about who Phoenixor was and what his business was. They ranged from him being a simple stranger passing through to king of a distant country posing as a 15 year old! Nobody actually dared ask Phoenixor who he was, but he had an air of mystery about him that was hidden behind his happy-go-lucky attitude which had intrigued the people of Battleon.
Truth be told, Phoenixor had been to Battleon many times before, but was one of the people who could be easily unseen and forgotten, which was why most people had no idea who he was. He didn't care. He had come to Battleon over a year ago, and had been helping out in wars and keeping the monster population down since then. A lot of the time he had been travelling to distant isles, tracking down rare monsters and generally trying to make as much gold for himself as he could. He never had a fixed home, but he liked to drift about. It made him feel like he couldn't be tied down. Like the new Orc saying went, "A rolling Death Roller gathers no corpses." Of course, it was not generally used outside of the Orc species, save for several more vulgar dwarves.
This visit, however, was different. Phoenixor had been trying to out-run something. He hoped he had lost it, but in his gut he knew that he hadn't. Until the time came when it found him, he could relax a little. After all, there were a lot of monsters between him and the thing that was trying to catch him. Even it would be slowed down by them.
FIFTY MILES AWAY
The creature paused as it sliced through yet another pitiful zard. The boy thought he could outrun the beast. How pitiful he was. Thinking he could out-run the power of Nemesis. It would soon fall. Just like all the ones that had tried to take its armour and thought they might live. Pitiful humans.
MEANWHILE, IN BATTLEON
Phoenixor knew soon he would have to be on his way once more. The people of Battleon were kind and would not go down without a fight, but even they could not face up against the terrible power of the creature. They had powerful adventurers and Guardians, but even their joint power would be no match for the beast. He had no choice but to run. It was his choice to take the armour and shield from the beast. Now he would have to pay the price.
He had to run.
DISCLAIMER (YET AGAIN): No, I don't own AQ, but I do own Phoenixor and the beast (or Nemesis as he likes to call himself). Um… yeah, that's about it. Chapter two coming sometime soon. Perhaps today, perhaps not.