It was late at night, everything was silent and peaceful. A light breeze rushed passed Lloyd as he lay in the grass lost in thought; the moonlight casting eerie shadows through the trees. It was still so hard to believe...he's been dead for the past 2000 years...It was just amazing to him....though....he wonders why he came back and all. Only time can tell that one. He let out a loud yawn; stretching as he did so and eventually falling into a deep, deep sleep.
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Only a few miles away there was Cress gazing out into the night. Letting out a long, deep sigh as he jumped down from the ledge of the wall that he was sitting on; trekking out into the night trying to shake off the fatigue that plagued him. I'm tired of doing nothing all day, he thought I need to get out and do something. I'm not asking for a full-fledged adventure or anything...Just something more then lounging about in an Inn.
Because none of the great heroes you read about in stories and fairy tales accomplished anything by sitting in an Inn all day...and Cress was one of thoes heroes. One who's story went go down in history and will be told by many people that are to come after his time. But none of those people who read his story centuries later will know about the adventure that is soon to come. For this event will change both the future and past as we know it. What we know to be good will stab us in the back and show us the true face of evil. An evil that is seemingly invincible. An evil that has triumphed over the many odds that were against him. An evil that will bring mass devastation to all those who he had protected in the past. But as of this moment. none of our heroes are aware of this evil...or how it came to be...Only time can tell when it will strike...Or how many people it will kill...
All they can do is wait...
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An hour or so later, Lloyd woke up to the sound of feet approaching him from the distance; crushing twigs and leaves under it's weight. He quickly stood up and prepared to face the foe who dared approach him; unsheathing both of his swords. What could possibly attack him at this time of night? Lions? Tigers? Bears? Thieves? It was nothing that he couldn't handle, though.
So there he waited patiently for what ever was coming to show its self. But what came out of those bushes and trees was neither Lion nor Tiger, but Cress lost in thought meaning no harm or intrusion.
As soon as he realized this Lloyd sighed in relief, earning a puzzled glare from Cress.
"Y-you!" said Cress "It's you!"
"...It's me?"
"Yes! It's you!"
"Alright..." Lloyd blinked in surprise - not knowing exactly what was going on - as he slid his swords back into their casing.
That's when Cress noticed the swords that Lloyd had possessed. Those...Are my swords...?