Snow fell softly from the gray sky. It landed quietly and dissolved quickly in the pool of warm blood. A man lay, slain, on the steps of the church. A ruthless knight of an evil emperor stands over his corpse. His sword, coated in the man’s blood, still in his hand. His eyes glance around looking for more victims. His sword still hungered for blood. The Priestess bursts out of the church’s front doors. Enraged, she states, “Thy hath spilled innocent blood on holy ground! Thou shalt surly burn in Hell!” With speed unmatched by any, he grabs the Priestess by the throat. With his sword, he impales her through the stomach. He drops her on the steps, bleeding. He turns and leaves her for dead.
A wandering hero sees this and is appalled. He rushes to the woman’s aid. He takes out a small bottle and opens it. He lifts the woman’s head and pours the contents of the bottle into her mouth. Her wounds heal, but she is still unconscious. He lays her back on the ground. He stands up and unsheathes his sword. He goes the same way the first man did.
In the fresh snow, the heavily armored man’s prints are easy to spot. The only thought in the hero’s mind, is stopping this unholy heathen. His sword reflects the light from the sun. A few feet in front, he sees the man, slowly making his way out of the village. “Halt!” The hero yells. The demon in black armor turns. His eyes, of which the hero has never seen, fall upon him. “Dust thou wish to die, little man?” He speaks, in a voice that sounds like shadows. The hero replies, “Thou hath slain, and thou hath killed. Now I shalt take thine life!” The evil man laughs in his dark voice. “Well then, we shalt see what thine are made of!” He draws his sword, ready to fight.
The evil giant slashes at the young hero. He swiftly and easily dodges the blow. The behemoth is shocked. “Thou art quick!” In response, the hero smiles. “And thou art not!” This enrages his opponent. He begins to swing wildly. In his current state, he will never hit the hero. He lunges at the hero. He steps to the side and trips the dark knight. He falls on his chest. He tries to get up, but the hero is too quick for him. He stabs the dark knight in the back. It impales all the way through him, cracking his armor. He dies instantly. He pulls his sword out and cleans the blood on some leaves.
The hero re-sheaths his sword and heads back to the town. When he reaches the church, the Priestess has regained consciousness. She is sitting on the steps. She sees the hero and is shocked. “B-brother, can thy be real?” The hero smiles. “Yes Claira, it is me.” “But, when the village was attacked, I thought you dead!” The Priestess, Claira, gets up and hugs her brother. “No, just wounded.” “How did you survive?” He lets out a little laugh. “A dragon.” “A dragon?” “Yes, a silver dragon. He brought me back to health, and, at my request, trained me to fight demons.”