///Midnight creeps ever so slowly into the frozen soul of Kroatoan Blackrain the rain was a welcome friend it gave him a sense of touch of feeling it was one of the few things that didn't recoil from his presence from his cold touch he ran his scarred hand through his pulled back hair he tried to think back to the last time he had it braided but even his memory didn't go back that far now he just kept it in a short pony tailed bush his jaw rough with beard stubble his dark brown skin marked with scars that never healed the scar that snaked down his right eye made him blind in that one eye but it didn't matter much to him he didn't need his eyes to see he saw with something the top of his ear bitten off he saw his reflection every now and again in a puddle and thought to himself it was a miracle he even looked human any more he hadn't been in so long his boots left prints in the mud he could be tracked so easily he thought to himself but he didn't care anymore death was no longer hunting his steps instead he hunted death it had been some time since he first decided he was sick of this world and wanted out it was like a sickness that ate away at him that gnawed on his mind but he could never die he could never be banished never stopped so it was that night that he made the choice for the prey to become the hunter he was taking a long road to a dark place he was hunting death it would find its hidden castle on it hidden shore and break through its immortal door he would sip from death's eternal chalice and welcome to warm embrace but death had been for so long avoiding him it was as if it was scared of him like so many others he had a life once he lived next to a golden oceans and slept under a orange sky but when his friends and his family and those in his peaceful village found he would never die they shunned him after awhile he grew cold and heartless and became the embodiment of madness killing all those that stood before with so much as a smug grin at times he would travel to distant realms and murder there as well until at last he had tracked it to this one besides death he only wanted ` other things these days some sort of epic weapon at first he carried a sword but over the eons they rusted and broke apart even those with enchantments were subject to the lethal touch of withering time then he carried an axe but they large and clunky for a short time he even held home to a dagger but it just didn't suit his taste so now he only used his fists to beat his opponents till they begged for mercy something he rarely saw fit to give he trudged all by his lonesome down a cobble road in the thunder rain wondering if he'd be struck by lighting again he wrapped himself in his thoughts and in his wondrous despair when a scream broke into his melancholy thoughts he didn't know why but he followed the scream and moved swiftly in its direction he came upon a ravaged campsite the tents ablaze the pots and pans overturned the horse slew and lying a pool of their blood 6 bodies lay dead arrows and knives poked out of them but still he heard the scream he went down just a bit further till he came to a ghastly site a small girl clutching a large sword encrusted with jewels and glowed of magic she was backed slowly against a tree as 4 men a woman with wicked grin and yellow teeth moved upon
Give us the sword little lassie and I’ll be sure to let you go one said his shaggy unwashed hair could be smelled even from afar their pungent scent swept into his nose what vile creatures he thought to himself they planned to slay the child and take the sword for their own selfish needs he didn't really care about that though he wanted the sword for himself something told him that sword would last as long as he would perhaps longer so he leaped down from the tree and gave no token of his presence he crept among the shadows their backs turned and the child paralyzed in fear no one saw him he whispered an incantation of the old magic’s the ancients tongues that few heard of and fewer knew and old man time stopped it wouldn’t last long never did he walked up the girl and pried the sword from hear hands but he stopped and looked into her eyes just fear such emotion was unexpected to say the least her mournful eyes held sway over him just a little too long and time began again she screamed at this presence this new intruder the looters leaped back and the woman yelled out shadow dancer he thought to himself it was better they thought he was a shadow dancer then know he had the power to stop time he thought back to years ago when he said he just had super speed he held the sword tightly in his hands and turned to face the murderous bandits he couldn't stop time again not this soon only once a day was all he was allowed the gods did not grant him any more he was going to just walk away with the sword what were they going to do kill him?
but they made a fatal flaw it wasn't attacking him or cussing at him they instead challenged him not with their steel but instead of protection the mangy haired man spoke
give us the sword old chum you won't get far with you can't protect her forever we work for someone who will send legions after you the shadows will turn against you the sun will watch you the moon will scream vengeance upon you animals will attack with fury beyond your knowing he will make your death a brutal one, one so painful you'll wish you'd never had existed
now on a normal man or eve a younger immortal these words would've struck a fear so powerful they would run with tail tucked between their legs but on this man if you could call him a man this was a blessing as if a birthday promise and one he expected them to keep he longed for death and if the words the bandit spoke were true he'd finally get it so he grabbed the girl the mangy haired man charged him no one saw him move of lift a muscle but if they had looked closely ever so closely with sharper eyes then their own they would have a blur with a sword chop off the head of the mangy bandit but all they saw was their leader stop in his tracks and saw his body fall as the head stayed in the air a moment longer as if not knowing it was dead it finally fell and rolled down to the feet of the strange immortal who promptly kicked it up looked it in the eye and cast it askew he took the girl and ran off in the comforting raining and creeping night
she didn't know who this strange man waas this man who had saved her from her certain death at the hands of filthy bandits but she knew she needed him she had grown up a rich womans daughter and thoguh she was only 6 she had the inteligence of a grown person and the wisdom of a cunning fox she made sure she kept her large blue eyes open to play on his sympathy it worked on all the others she'd pop open her large blue eyes and whelp out a few tears and they did what ever she asked without question what the others didn't know was she wasn't what she appeared she was a tad diffrent her real name was Gaoli the witch in the red waters but on the run from so many hunters and paladins she took the form of a small child when an old wise woman found what she truly was it was her she suggested that they hang the nosy old brood in the gallows and thats just what they did it was her who suggested they take a trip across the realms it was her who summoned devils as they slepts and killed all those in her camp just to take the sword that had been wanted for so long by an evil lord it would've worked to had it not been for the wandering bandits as long as she had the form of a small child she couldn't cast her magic so it was for this reason she was happy for the arrival of the strange man she knew he was older then he looked but then again so was she she watched as he set up breakfast frying fish by an open fire with large billowing smoke as if inviting some sort of intruder he gestered for her to come over and eat her fill once it had cooled down she hand't wanted fish this morning she'd wanted bear so she walked over with a slight limp and teary eyes she looked up at him with her baby blues and said in that baby voice with the speech impedeimnet the kind that changed little to wittle and said to him
mista may i have sum bur and bewwies instead the fishies hurt my tummy and make my cwy
he looked at her his face unreadable and just as quickly as he had the night before he hit her on her ear now of course she ws about 200 years old a vengeful murderer and cunning demon but he didn't know that so essentially he just hit a little girl but she didn't say any thing
you'll eat what your given he said and walked over to a tree he kneeled against it and gazed at the bright blue sky
they had walked for 3 days before coming to a small mountain town filled with commeners not a magic user or blade weilder in sight even their guards were just off duty bakers and teachers he settled down at an inn and waitied for this legendry legion to swarm him he spent his time dwindling down wood and making small figurines as there was othing else to do in this small small town the townfolk avoided as if he was death and torture the small girl sat in the coner rarely oving the only time they had anything that even resembled coonversation was the few time she would look at with cold burning eyes as if to impress an unsurmountable amount of guilt upon but of course as one such as Kroatoan this had little effect if any at all it was mid day when the legion finally surfaced the little girl was sitting in at her place in the coner and Kraotoan sat on the roof staring up at the dimming sun when a slow rumble forced its way into his serenity he peeked out over the ridges and saw a mass of black cutting through the tree and trampling the grass it took a few hours before at last they found themselves in town the townsmen and townswoman all but scattered at the sight of the fearsome army only 2 dared to stand upon them the strange immortal and a small girl with a deadly glint in her eyes the diamond encrusted sword resting safly in their inn room a short cuhbby man resembling a dwarf without a beard stepped forward of course it was the fact he had no beard that gave away the fact that he was not in the least a dwarf who would rather chop off his own leg before parting with their legendry beards the yelled in a strong booming voice