Prologue
It was a moonlit night in the Nubswood. Starts dotted the black sky, and a river softly flowed along. A lone knight stood on a branch of one of the many trees in the forest. His black armor and sword seemed to reflect the moonshine, making him look almost ethereal. Next to him was a viera, dressed in stylish red robes. Her hat had a small white feather in it, and her rapier was safely tucked away at her side. They were both looking down at a town not too far from the forest. The candle lights in the many windows of the town went out one by one as the inhabitants fell asleep.
"So… we're almost there," the knight said softly to his companion.
"Yeah, that's Cyril in the distance. I'm sure the leader of our clan is there, and we should be able to find him easily… He was once wanted by the Palace, you know," she answered.
"So you'll recognize him?"
"Of course! How could I forget the face of our clan leader?"
"Well, don't get too comfy yet." A third voice interrupted their conversation. Looking up, the knight saw a viera assassin laying down between two branches. She was dressed all in black, and was well concealed in the trees. Her black katana hung loosely from her back.
"It's been almost 3 years now... maybe he might not recognize us."
"Must you always pop up like that? You almost gave me a heart attack!And why are you still using that Charfire anyway? The Masamune 100 is… well… 100 times better!"
"Sorry, Charfire is for when I need concealment. Kinda like... the day we met."
The knight chuckled to himself. "It's funny you mentioned that…"
"Why?"
"Because, it's been exactlyone year since I met you two. Well, I'm off to bed. We have a big day ahead of us, you know?"
"Okay, good night," the two viera said to the knight. As they went to sleep, he pulled out a small journal and started to flip through the pages. He finally got to the one he wanted and started to read to himself.
"The 5th of Kingmoon, year 20xx…" As he started to read it, his memories flooded back to him, clear as day...