--Legend of the Twin Swords--

By: Kratos the Judgment

Chapter 2: A Sorrowful Tale

I have been saved from a rather nasty fate at the hands of bandits by three
unlikely heroes. However, I sense some deeper meaning behind our seemingly
chance meeting. When first I spoke with the eldest of their group, he thanked me
as if they had been the ones under attack. Though our meeting went seemingly
well, I now find a feeling of hostility emanating from the group.

The oldest it appears is a young swordsman with short, wavy brown hair and
green eyes. The other swordsman appears to be a little younger with dirty-blond
hair a bit longer than his companion's and eyes of a complimentary blue. Lastly,
there was the archer of the group. A young girl, who, I feel, has some
resentment towards me. She wore her light blond hair in a braid that ran halfway
down he back. Wisps of hair fell over her face and across her eyes of a rather
emotional blue.

After a tense moment, the eldest spoke up again. "You're right, we have gotten
off badly. Let me introduce myself. I am Ernst. This is my friend, Ralts."
Indicating the other swordsman, "and his twin sister, Rayne."

At this point, Ralts stepped forward and addressed me. "Please forgive my
sister," he said, "we've been through a lot lately and it's gotten to us all."

Ernst, who had been deep in thought came out of his reverie and said my name.
He turned to me. "I know I've heard that name before." All of a sudden he
looked at Ralts. "Didn't your parents talk about a man by that name?"

Ralts started to say something, but before he could get the first syllable out,
Rayne interrupted him. "I don't want to talk about our parents!" she screamed
and turned away, he eyes overflowing with tears. Quickly Ralts broke off and put
his arm around his sister, comforting her.

Ernst pulled me aside and spoke to me in a hushed voice, "Our village was
attacked by raiders. The three of us managed to escape, but the rest of the
people…" his eyes began to water, but he carried on, his voice steadily
increasing in volume and intensity, "they were slaughtered. It was without
purpose. All that the leader said was that he was looking for someone. When he
found out that whoever it was wasn't there, he killed everyone. It was horrible.
And his sword, the whole time it glowed with a red light."

Ernst started to calm down now. "That sword of his, he said it was the Shadow
Sword. He wanted to know the location of the wielder of the Sword of the Light.
Those weren't their real names though. The real ones were in some other
language I've never heard before. He translated them for the villagers. He said
it was his destiny to put an end to the other sword's owner."

"So you're out here trying to find a new home?" I asked.

"No," he said, the vigor returning to his voice. 'We're here for revenge."

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