A/N: Sorry about the short chapters and the long wait. I may keep on doing them short, but I'll put more in.
Heartsbane, who was he? The Guildmaster thought this even as he made the greatest mistake in his life. He had graduated Heartsbane. He had released the greatest evil Albion has known. Yet he still didn't know the magnitude of his dreaded blunder.
He had known this would happen. The Guildmaster knew, deep in his heart, that Heartsbane would do this. Yet, he took him in anyway, thinking foolishly he could change him. Another mistake. And, to top it off, he allowed the pompous Sabre into the Guild to challenge Heartsbane, once again knowing he would die.
Yet he did not foresee another piece of the puzzle…
Kalsis sat on the bench in the picnic area, his anger boiling up inside him. Heartsbane had killed another. The first man to call him 'Chicken Chaser' he had beheaded. And it didn't end there. Heartsbane had picked up the head and ripped it in half, then throwing them at the citizens.
"What are you doin' here, eh?" a man was walking down from the path. He had gray hair and a short beard. He had intense blue eyes, and surprisingly, a sword at his hip.
Kalsis stayed silent.
"I know you, you're one of the new graduates. Fresh meat, eh?"
In spite of himself, a grin crept across Kalsis' face.
"Ah, hopefully you're not like that Heartsbane I heard about. He that bad?"
The grin disappeared.
"Ah, my mistake," the man sat beside him. He nodded toward the carcass of the Wasp Queen. "You do that?"
"Yeah."
"Not exactly cheery, are you, eh?Listen, it's all you've been given, so do something with it. You're the only one who can."
Kalsis started. "What? Who are-"
The man was gone.
