A soul so dark and cold
No emotion, devoid of all feeling
There is no redemption

There stood four on a cliff-top, hanging over a major seaport. They wore black cloaks with hoods that covered their faces in shadows. As if sensing their presence, the sun made a vain attempt to stay above the horizon but eventually continued its descent to illuminate the other side of the world. The sky turned from orange to night and soon, the darkness smothered all the land. Beneath one hood, a smile appeared. A smile with fangs. Suddenly, all around the four, a band of more cloaked people appeared. “It’s time to hunt my brothers,” hissed the cloaked figure who had smiled. As if from some unknown signal, the group of cloaked figures vanished, silent as the moonlight now shining on the grass.

“I’ve told you before! I DON’T KNOW!” yelled a short tubby man. “Those prison cells had the highest security this world has to offer! There is no possible way for those criminals to have gotten out!”
“Well obviously, there was a way out. Otherwise we wouldn’t be having this problem,” replied Tom, an old man who was wiping a glass mug. The two men were sitting down in an inn with morning’s light shining down through the windows. Tom, the owner, was listening sympathetically to the tubby man’s plight.

“This’ll cost me my job as the warden if I don’t figure this out. Here, fill my glass again. I still don’t get how a literal maze of traps, a room full of taurospears, and forty guards were easily wiped out,” said Burg. “Those guards were the elite fighting unit in this entire country. And all forty of them…” Burg took a huge gulp of ale and slammed his mug down back on the counter.

Nearby, a girl of about eighteen years jumped up from where she was wiping a table. She glared at Burg and shook her head, her brown hair sliding down back into her eyes again. Sarah was taken in by Tom after Tom beat back a rampaging horde of Kargos that mauled her parents to death. While Tom raised Sarah to the best of his abilities, Sarah found that merely cleaning the inn was a boring life indeed. The only exciting thing that happened so far in her day was the arrival of a large group of cloaked figures who filed in silently and paid for their rooms without saying a single word. And they still were staying in their rooms. Sarah sighed and dismissed the thought from her mind. Here comes another boring day she thought as a stream of customers came in through the door.

The sun was beginning to set as Sarah finally served the last of the customers. As she carried a tray of dishes back to the kitchen, she noticed that the group of cloaked figures who had checked in at dawn were now sitting at the counter. She gave the tray to Barbara the cook who tended the kitchens and came over to the strange band.

“What can I get you…” Sarah’s words died as she gazed at the patrons. The cloaked figures had lowered their hoods to reveal the most beautiful people she had ever seen. Everything about them seemed too perfect. Three of the visitors started playing a game involving twirling daggers into blurs.
“Sorry, we’re really just waiting here,” said one of them at last. Sarah turned to face the speaker and stared at a pair of eyes that held sorrow, infinite wisdom, and laughter at the same time. She was never able to tell that with any other person but the speaker’s eyes held an aura that told everything.
“Oh… um…,” Sarah thought desperately of something to say, “What’re you guys waiting for?” The speaker, a relatively young youth also about eighteen years, looked bemused. After a moment of silence passed, a small boy piped up, “We’re gonna eat somewhere else!”
Sarah started in surprise and then gathered herself huffily. “Well, if you didn’t like the food here, you didn’t have to say it like that!” With that said, she turned but found that her arm was locked in a grip from the first speaker.
“I’m sorry. Pepe didn’t mean to insult you,” the youth glared at the small boy who was happily waving around a giant battle-axe. “We’re waiting for the sun to go down in order to go somewhere.” Sarah was still confused despite the given explanation and even more perplexed as to why a small boy was carrying around an extremely dangerous weapon with ease. She stammered but the youth smiled.
“The name’s Lucas and these guys are my band of mercenaries,” said the youth. Before Sarah could reply, the doors crashed open and a boy in his teens staggered in.
“The blasted hunter got me! How the hell did he find us?” the teen slumped down to the ground and the cause of his wounds were revealed as three arrows stuck in his back. Everybody leapt to their feet, all pretense of boredom gone as a group of men came inside armed to the teeth.

Lucas quickly grabbed Sarah and pushed her into the kitchen.
“Stay in here and don’t come out until I come back,” he said hastily. He slammed the doors, leaving Sarah alone with Barbara in stunned disbelief. She quickly recovered and was about to open the doors when she heard dreadful screaming outside. The sound of fighting and something that sounded like animal snarls to Sarah filtered through the doors. As if to accentuate Lucas’s command to stay inside the kitchen, a flurry of daggers pierced through the doors an inch away from Sarah’s horrified face. What was going on?

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