The Chronichles of the Cold Blooded Reaper
Chapter 1
War ravages and destroys everything in its way. It kills innocent, and darkens every mans soul. These are the words my father passed to me before he left this world. My father was a writer, he and his father before him had passed down the chronicles of both Elona and the DaD. In fact all my ancestors had been writers for either some big guild or a great dynasty. I was different, I never liked sitting down and write for hours. In the beginning my dad hit me when I refused to write. After a while I got big enough to fight back, there was a terrible fight. It ended with me getting my own fathers blood on my hands. This is my story. It’s not a beautiful story with a princess and a kingdom for the hero. This is the dark truth of my life. I am a blade for hire, my name is unknown. My clients just call me the Cold Blooded Reaper.
Darkness envelops me, death and decay follows me as my own shadow. At least it did.
Under Shiros revival in Cantha and the undead ravaging in Tyria. I had plenty of work. My
scythe and daggers were coloured crimson red and my riches grew in a massive rate. Little did I
know that it was all to end. Shiro was slayed, the great Lich felt my twin blades on his
throat. And I got less and less tasks. I decided to go back to my home city in Vabbi. As it
would soon be proved, my blades were still needed. Although not for the purposes I would think.
I was on the docks in Kaineng city looking for a ship bound for the Elonian shores. Suddenly I
walked into a shadow, my eyes Whom had gotten used to the bright light of the Canthan summer
gazed up, As they found their target my dark brown pupils grew larger as what I saw was none
other than the golden phoenix of the DaD guild. I approached the boat carefully. The last thing
I wanted now was to get in a fight. The oak creaked under the sound of my feet as I ascended
onto the boat. As I looked at the warriors, the one thing that surprised me the most was their
superior agility. Usually warriors seem to have a stiffness in their body. Though these guys
moved with the grace of a cat. The rangers were on an extreme, almost ridiculously tense guard.
As I approached, a ranger which seemed to be the lead guard fixed his eyes on me. And as a
large bear approached from behind he signalled to one of the warrior to come and either greet
or kill me.
"Who are you, and why are you trespassing on our ship?" the warrior said while his
hand carefully sought his blade.
"I am no one, I only seek passage to the coasts of Elona" Sever artery, the attack
he lunged out with was familiar. I reached for my scythe. As I pulled it out a broad headed
arrow pierced my hand. The warrior’s sword swung again, hamstring. Blood squirted on the deck,
my blood. I kneeled, the warrior preparing for the final thrust. Time stopped.
Focus,
focus,
focus,
My energy focused on the inside of my palms. Gather then release, Heart Of Holy Flame!
The warrior were thrown backwards as the burst of light hit him. I whirled around to doge the
second arrow. And everything stopped. No one moved. "I will ask you one more time, what is
your name and why are you here?" The warrior shouted, still catching his breath.
"My name is Ryuk, and I seek passage to Elona, to find work" I managed to say. With
blood still flowing from my hand. And a deep wound on my tie. The warrior recognised my answer
and sheathed his sword. "I am The Fuery, that ranger up there is Draco Zandros." I
nodded to the ranger to recognize him. Another warrior came up to Fuerys side. "I am uncle
NoTeeth, you are welcome to sail with us if you know some good jokes" He grinned.
End of Part 1
