Disclaimer: Maplestory and all therein belong to Wizet; I make no profit from this. I do, however, own the concept of this story (Shortie owns it, NOT Kalypto)

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As Schyth sneaked and navigated his way throughout the large castle he was faced with many challenges, one of them being a room he encountered in the dungeons which he entered looking for information of where Hinyth was located. (Continuing now in Schyth's view)

It was dark as I entered the room; the stench of decaying bodies was overwhelming. I almost fell over but I took control of my body and willed myself to stay standing. A little candle was the only thing lighting the room, which was dim and stenches of decaying bodies. "What the hell is this?" I quietly whispered to myself. I looked around the room and there was actually a man next to the candle, he was so thin I mistook him for a candle post. I walked towards him and poked him a little. He quickly woke up and started to shout.

"WHO IS THIS MAN WHO DARES TO INTRUDE THE CHAMBER OF LIFE?" he screamed, though it was quiet and raspy it still managed to sound menacing. "This chamber contains all that dares to defy the Lord…Hinyth! And I shall keep you here if you are an enemy of Hinyth" the thin man then stepped into my view, though it was almost pitch black I could still some of the details due to my keen eyes. He was a small man; he looked frail and dead, as if he had not been in the sun for the last…at least 20 years! Though he was frail and small, there fine details of what would have used been a handsome face, but now scarred with wounds that will remain for a lifetime, his arm scarred also with wounds from countless battles. He held a dragon tail in his hand…

"A traitor… all bandits and assassins are on the side of Byiachi… for your treachery to the master we have sworn our lives to… I shall kill you." I whispered out loud as I pulled on my dark scarab. I casted haste and jumped up high. I landed on what seemed to be a flying cage; the cage creaked as it tried to support my weight. I quickly drew out a steely and chucked it at the traitor. The traitor with unblemished bandit speed dodged it, what he didn't know was that while jumping I summoned a doppelganger and ordered to make it attack from his back. The traitor jumped back and was met by the doppelganger's knife. It landed with a dull thud on his back.

"What the hell…" I whispered to myself. The knife that landed on the man's back stayed there, but it didn't seem to bother the man one bit. The bandit jumped up to where I am, he attacked with extreme precision, and it was as if his eyes had a night vision technique. He executed a perfect Assaulter technique right in the air. I jumped to dodge it, but he summoned a platform of mana and jumped on it. "Crap! This is no average bandit, Flash Jump is not supposed to be available to anyone except the Hermits. Even I had not been able to get the third job yet, though I'm sure I would be able to if I tried. I kept on jumping and jumping until I tripped on something hard, and heavy.

I looked around and saw a bag of money lying there…"Oh Shi!" I looked around and saw what I have been expecting. A shadow doppelganger much like my own stood there, with a case used commonly to destroy mine sites except for the fact that it resembled the other man. The lever was pushed down and I shielded myself as best as I could. I blocked the worst of the explosion but before I even regained strength to my legs, six other bandits were there. They kicked me into the air and one of them jumped high. I almost lost consciousness before realizing that my troubles were not over yet. The bandit that jumped high into the air brought a bazlud right down to my stomach with amazing strength. All that was left of my strength left me. I came down, hard, on the floor. My consciousness left me not longer after that, what I saw through my eyes before it flickered shut was the old man. I was able to see the details more clearly this time. His skin…it was too pale for him to be alive, and an odd thought struck me… he wasn't one person…he was pieces of assassins and bandits stuck and animated together with dark magic… a magic only possible by Hinyth's most powerful magician… and it pains me to say her name… it is… Rica….

Author's Note: Yeah okay, I think you guys realize Shortie's probably never gonna bother editing all the grammar stuff --;; Energy drain…so…tired…Zzzzzzzz

Shortie: Wow…she's actually out of energy…I SWEAR I DIDN'T DRUG HER OO

Audience: Sure you didn't…

Shortie: I didn't!

Audience: Sure.

Shortie: I'M INNOCENT, DAMNIT! Grr…-walks off-

Audience: He's so fun to irritate…hehe.

Shortie: -appears in the doorway- Oh yeah. Thank you for the one person who reviewed --;;