Over the next few days and after I was properly healed and dozed up on healing drugs, the traveling to that far away land – Samarkland – began. I was told as much about the country as my leaders could as they'd never been there before, all the information they could give me was that there was a lot of sand and that it was somewhat like Aurora without the Darkness, and this somewhat worried me. I wondered if it would be hard to get around as we were used to colder temperatures, but we were ready to try. Only 50 of us went on the voyage as we only had one ship we managed to get from the other gang from Bloodstone and the voyage took a good week and by the time we were there the country was rather quiet. There weren't too many people around.

The country was just as described, hot and vast – there wasn't a civilization to be seen as we arrived, but after a while of walking, a large city came to be made mostly of marble homes and such, just as I expected it to be to be fair. We all decided to split up to search for the man in white and if we saw anything to shout for each other, so I went on my way into the city that was quite empty. There were several dead bodies lying around the city and it made me wonder if it was done by white coat, but I knew it was – I just knew.

It was very dark by the time I was trailing through the streets that same evening, the desolate homes looming over me like a remembrance to the fallen lives on the streets. I'd once heard that Samarkland was quite the interesting place, filled with festivals and colours, but that was no-where to be seen as darkness lay across the land like a monster flying over the sky. Everything felt so out of place and I wasn't sure why, but that was until I heard footsteps behind me and I drew my gun and spun around the fastest I could firing a shot at a man who was standing at least 7 meters from me, covering his face with his hands.

"Sorry Miss, did I frighten you? How cruel of me! I saw all these dead bodies too and I got a little worried, I thought of coming here to find that man who fled here, Reaver was his name, right? Please help me, I'm wounded." The young man lifted his shirt a little to show a gunshot wound just at his hip and I lightly gasped. He was quite a unique looking man. His hair was jet black and he had a slight grey tint to his skin not to mention darkened eyes, he looked like one of those evil heroes described in those old fables I used to read when my parents didn't pay attention to me, but he didn't have an evil voice, he sounded just like a young Albion boy with troubles so with hesitation, not dropping my gun yet, I went to him.

"Who did this?" I asked the young boy, and he shook his head as his dark eyes stared at mine.

"I'm not sure, the guards of this country, they're impactful!" He announced as he pressed upon his wound and in slight worry for the person, I pulled upon my shirt and ripped off a chunk of fabric as I handed it over to him and he took it from me, dapping the blood.

"Why thank you Miss, I must say it's mighty kind of you," The young man said with a smile to me. "Please may I come with you on your travels, I feel alone in this world." He said as he kept himself slightly bent over.

Of course, I was mightily anxious around this man as I had no idea who he was, but I trusted him for one reason – he was shot, and I guess it was by the man himself and that's why everyone else was dead, perhaps he was a survivor of his attack on Samarkland. He kept looking at me with this worries look, so I decided that taking him on my travels to kill the man that seemingly shot him could be no harm.

Me and this man spoke for some time until we began to walk together through the streets of the desert city, him using me to help me walk more than once and as we walked a large building loomed, a huge library. I gasped as I looked up at the huge marble building as the man next to me looked just as confused and slightly afraid.

"Do you think the person who hurt you is hiding in here?" I asked the man whom was still hunched over besides me, and he gave me a bit of a nod as I thought I saw his eyes flash red for a moment, but as I focused on them, they were normal. It seems I'm going rather insane.

We slowly made our way up the steps of the library and as I reached the door I tentatively pressed upon it, and to my shock it was very much so open. I was going to back away as it seemed a little too coincidental before my hurt 'friend' seemed to suddenly trip and he fell into the back of me, throwing me through the door and into the massive establishment as he fell in after me with a groan.

"Apologies, Miss," He said as he was on his hands and knees just behind me, rubbing his head. "But we're in here now, may as well look around." He said as he slowly came to his feet as I did too, and quite quickly he slammed over the door and I sighed as I looked around.

The place was so huge it was unbelievable. There was columns and columns of books stacked in all sorts of ways and it was obviously a dated place and I had to say it was beautiful. The roof was made completely of glass and I could see the dark sky though it and I could only whisper a 'wow' to myself.

"This place is truly beautiful, I-," The man stuttered as I looked to him. "I could cry!" He said in a rather dramatic way as he rubbed his darkened eyes and with a smirk I put my arms out to him for a hug. I understood what it was like to see something so beautiful you cry, the same happened to me when I got my first dress – the dresses I now hate – but I understood. I walked over to him and I wrapped my arms around the taller male before I felt something, something like a lightning bolt in my chest. My breathing hitched as I stumbled backwards from the man, pressing my hand to my chest only to see deep coloured blood pouring from the wound as the man chuckled, dropped the knife and stood up completely straight, his wound obviously not hurting him. It was…a fake?

"Why! What a brilliant job Lawrence! I never thought you'd be able to actually get her in here, and just to think I had to shoot you to make you look weaker! Maybe you will be a good edition to my mansion!"

No…No not again.

I raised my head up slowly behind me, and there he was, still dressed in all black as he stood there laughing at me as the man, Lawrence, grinned at me his eyes lighting up red.

A hero of death.

"B-Bastards!" I cried out to the man in black before he strolled up to me, his new servant standing there proudly.

"You see this man here? Yes, yes? Well, he's the one who smacked you in the head and knocked you out. I had a feeling you'd be here, Emily told me so!" He said proudly as I stuttered as blood poured from my mouth as my vision went blurry.

So, Emily escaped.

I was about to try to get up just before Lawrence walked to me and kicked me hard in the ribs, the pain shooting through my being as both he and his Master laughed as I kept crying out in agony, hoping my gang would perhaps hear my screams – but of course they wouldn't I was in the middle of no-where. The master then drew his gun as my vision went more and more black, but the best I could I brought my hand forwards as a blastoff pure will came from it and it sent white coat flying back against the library wall as Lawrence too brought his hand forwards as a ball of fire erupted from his hand and I quickly rolled out of the way, throwing my hand back and slamming him back against the other wall as an adrenaline rush hit me and I managed to get to my feet, swinging my arms around as another will blast came from my body, both white coat and Lawrence screaming loudly.

I took a moment to make sure everything was over, and yes indeed they were seemingly completely unconscious and I pressed my hand to my chest and it seemed my hero powers had helped me feel a bit more alive and awake so I went for the door quickly to get back to my gang and to tell them this is where white coat and his new servant where, but I heard the click on a gun and I turned around quickly, my hair flailing to see white coat standing there with his gun extended out a deep grin on his face.

Then, it faded quite suddenly and he dropped over to his knees with a groan, his eyes shut and his gun hit the floor. Everything seemed to be in slow motion and as I looked up I saw none other than Emily standing there with knifes in her hands.

"This is the only time I'll help you. Run, Anastasia Wellstone. Run." As the young blonde said those words I turned on my heels and ran from the library with a shocked feeling within my body, running through the city streets of Samarkland whilst my eyes began to well up before I simply fell to my knees and cried as the pain from my stabbing wound got to me.

She'd saved my life. He found a new hero.

I was done playing games.

I was going to kill him.