I wander the world, by my self. I had a person so special to me at one time, we were the closest. My name is Shiro, I am a Bandit and I travel only by myself. Its been two years since she died…

The Crimson Balrog

This is my second attempt and I am determined to win. The ship starts off as the adrenaline of my body starts to pump. Theres several people around me, and they all look like civilians. The flashbacks run through my mind, the flashbacks of her…who died this very same day two years ago. The memories of the first day we ever met to the last day I was ever able to see her again, the day we attempted to slay a Crimson Balrog together burns through my veins and I am filled with the grief of what happened. I think to myself, (If only I was able…If only…). A tear of anger runs down my cheek as I grasp the dagger in which I had her name engraved along the blade.
About 10 minutes after the ship took off, I saw a dark cloud comming closer, and closer and then, I was finally able to see the incomming Balrog’s ship. The people who were on the boat began to frantically rush into the cabin of the ship as I could smell the fierce power of what was waiting for me. The Crimson Balrog launches from the ship and begins to rush towards me, smiling, the same smile he had before he took the life of my beloved friend. “Revenge will be the utter destruction of you,” I whispered.