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Friend or Foe
A full day had pass since the child had been found. Light creeped into the room throught the crack of the window, caused by the first sight of day. The boy's eye slowly open and closed just as sudden as if the light troubled him. He moved his hand to cover his eye. In the process, he saw a mark on his hand. A mark which was there as long as he could remember. It was said that whoever processed the same kind of mark is to be hunted down. For its the mark of a fallen guild, once known for great things, but was destoryed by untold reasons. But his mark was different, theres a cross- scared across it. Purposely done to protect him, by whom, he couldn't remember.
Adjusting his eyes, he look around the room. The room filled with warm light of the day, bring the place with life. Artifacts displayed on the wall, from swords to staffs to kanatas, all broken. As if the room is filled with the spoilts of victories of the Guild wars. For the first time in his life, as long as he had remember, he was sleeping on a bed and not the cold hard streets of Prontera.
Loud commotion could be heard outside the room, sound of swords clashing one another. Still weak from his travel, the boy try to get up, only to be push back on the bed by an unseen force. "Stay back if you value your life."
"Whos there?", as he look around, seeing noone around. A cloth, matching the colour and contour of the wall, drop revealing a dark-cladded figure. That stranger whos face is cover with a mask, eyes showing no emotion spoke, "Don't speak as of yet, the Master is in training, and he doesn't like to be disturb by the likes of you boy."
Opening his mouth to speak, a Katar shot out from the stranger hand, placed just at the tip of the boy's throat. "Keep silent or it will be the last time you will ever speak." In an instance, the Katar disappear, so did the stranger. "Who and what was that all about," thought the boy.
Soon the sound of swords clashing died down. Loud thudding of armoured shoes could be heard, moving closer to the door of the room. Wild thoughts ran through the head of the boy, wondering how the person whom had save him looked like, would he be like that cold-hearted stranger who won't think twice about killing him. He was about to find out, as the door open.
Entering the room, was a huge man, dressed in thick steel armour. Hands holding a shield, covered with markings which could be only caused by years of usage and a sword in its sheath. Reaching the table at the middle of the room, the hugh man placed his weapon onto the table, removing his helm, iron cane and fin helm while his back was still facing the half-scared boy. With out facing the boy, the man spoke in a hollow voice, one which the boy found familiar, "Leave us Crest............". The shadowly figure appeared, bowing to the man as she dissappeared.
"Who .....are.....you....", the boy stammered.
"My name is neither worth mentioning kid nor does it have any thing to do with saving your life." The man turned around revealing a cross-like deep scar across his face, in between his eyes, partily covered by the purple hair. The eyes, the dead look in those eyes, the boy could see pain, anger, suffering, but what frighten the child most is the look of death in that man's eyes. But the boy still weak from the traveling, slowly stood up, "Thank you sir, for letting me live."
"Hmmm, this kid is strong, not to mention he did survise in the heat of the dessert surrounded with aggressive monsters, and that appearance is uncanny familiar,......what the," the man thought as he turned to face the window.
"CREST, bring this kid to the bunk and get him some food, I will talk to you later kid, " the man spoke, sensing a warp portal is being open somewhere near his domain.The assassin appeared out of thin air and dragged the kid out of the room.
Equiping himself with his gears, the man prepared himself for the oncoming battle that was about to take place. Stepping out in the open grass field surrounded by the wasted desert land, this area was enchantered to sustain life, unseen to the outside world.
"Kairi, Mystic, Hawk." No sooner he say these names, a priestess(Kairi) teleported herself, a wizard(Mystic) stepped out from the house and a hunter(Hawk) jumped off from the branch of a tree. All three bowed to the man saying in unity, "What are your orders, Master." Which was answered by a cold voice, "Seek and destory the intruders, these intruder are difference from those perviously, but keep their healer alive..........."
As soon as the order was given, the man drawn out his sword, implanting the tip into the ground. Awaiting for the first sight of the intruders who would break through Hawk's Ten Arrows, Mysic's icewall and Lord Of Vermilion. Screams of sufering and pain echoes throughout the air as members of the intruding guild fell one by one.
"What so special about these intruders anyway, fallen so easily to such simple tactis, doesn't even need me to heal," Kairi snickered, but stop when she noticed her master eyes glaring at her.
"JUST KILL ME ALREADY, SINCE YOU HAD WON,"shouted the priestess prisoner, her hand clamped by Hawk as both of them walk towards the crusader.
"Sylve....shes still alive........how the hell did she manage to escape from that incident......", the crusader thought, facing the captive.
To be continued...
A/N: So how was it? I know it was my first story and its short but PLEASE! I need reviews, comments and suggestions! Oh and no flames... thank you!