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Chapter 1: Time and Space can glitch?

The Wanderer's Inn

Oakenvale, Menoia

Mordas, 64th of Summerset

POV: Aurius

I woke up to the sound of armor clamping through the halls of my inn. I did not know what time it was, but suffice to say I didn't care. I got up, just as a knock racked my door.

"Wanderer? Open the door!" The man banged on it a few time to make a point.

I paused. Leisurely putting on my robes. I quickly looked toward my crimson sword, but decided against it. Instead I sheathed my small golden blades. Took one step forward, and stubbed my toe. Damnable floor board, needed to get it replaced. Cursing, I unlocked the door.

Three armed soldier walked in. Each had chain mail on, and the symbol of the town guard on their shields. One had a longsword, another an axe, and one a mace. Not a very intelligent lot, I gathered rather quickly. All those weapons made for poor indoor combat, including in a room such as this. And they stuck they're weapons blatantly in front of them, making it easier to disarm them. One was ginger, and looked very scrawny. Another was fully masked, but his knuckles were pale, meaning he was either an elf or a human who hasn't seen the light of day for years. The guard that had the nerve to wake me up had was a stocky blonde man, with a stubby beard.

Stubby beard pointed the point of his sword at my chest, and began to talk.

"Innkeeper. We've been noticing things around here. And rumors have been circling that you are the lost prince of flames. Is this true?" He looked at me quizzically.

I snorted, crossing my arms.

"Do you see me throwing flames from my fingertips?" I hotly replied.

"Really? And the bandits last week who where conveniently burned when they broke in here?" Replied Scrawny Ginger.

"When you walk into a lantern propped on a wall, you get burnt."

Pail metal face decided to approach. Before I could stop him, he pulled my wrist forward, revealing the symbol of the Pheonix.

The looked up. I saw in his green eyes deviousness.

"You don't want to do this..." I whispered.

He drew the mace up, and I could almost feel his jaws beginning to move. But before he could, a large commotion began downstairs. He looked at me, turned around and ordered his men downstairs. Downstairs included a bar, several mounted lights, and a cosy interior. That was naturally completely trashed.

I sighed and slowly walked down the stairs as well. This time avoiding that damn floor board. A group of men had pushed back the tables of the bar and where standing in a circle. Probably a fight. I was going to let the guards handle it until I heard.

"What IS it?"

I quickly moved toward the crowd, pushing past chair and human alike, until I got to the center where the three guards and something stood.

It was grey. Had yellow eyes, stubby orange horns, and jagged teeth. Weirdest of all was the shirt he wore. It held the symbol for death, or cancer.

Ginger and Stubby held the creature by its arms, as it writhed in protest. The masked guard drew a knife, and approached.

"What are you? Speak, and I won't carve you horns off" his voice was eerie and hoarse.

The creature looked down at him with obvious disgust.

"Unhand me, you worthless piece of shit! I mean, metal face. I would answer, but it think that might might be too ironic." He chuckled as he jumped up and kicking the masked guard away.

The masked guard charged with the knife. I moved quickly, grabbing his shoulder with my left hand, pulling him towards me and punching him in the face with my right.

He fell to the ground, metal mask muffling his roar. Ginger brought his axe up with two hands, charging at me. In unison, I drew my knives, rolling as I sliced through him. He fell in a heap behind me. Stubby dropped the creature, and charged with his longsword. As he charged, it got stuck on one of the oak support beams, lodging itself in place. I swung wide, punching him into the back wall. He got back up, and charged, right fist waving.

I sheathed one of my blades, catching his fist, and cut his neck with the left blade. He slumped to the ground. I went to help the creature, but was grabbed in a choke hold from behind. The masked guard had come back for more. I was about to kick off the wall, as a dagger flew past me and sailed into the eye socket of the guard. He joined his fellows on the floor.

I turned to see the creature brushing off his clothes. I walked up to him, putting my hand on his shoulder, and asked,

"Are you okay?"

He pushed my hand away and chuckled.

"Yes. In the end they got what they deserved. No need to fret."

I wasn't so sure. "What are you and where did you come from?"

He turned and looked at me. By this time the crowd had scattered, leaving him a clear path. He walked to a chair and sat down.

"What am I? I am a Troll of the realm of Alternia. However I was recently lodging in the realm of Terra Maximus. And I need a way back. You may call me Your Lordship."

I turned a looked at him in mock amusement. "Look, I know someone who can help. But the nickname, is not going to happen. You must have a name."

His eyes set straight on mine.

"Names are a powerful thing. I do not give my name out so easily. But by Terrestrials standards, my name is Karkat. Karkat Vantas."