“Are you sure you want to do this? “a voice was heard in the little room covered all in dark. Just the moon’s rays from the sky full of stars fell down through the window. “Yes….I thought about it and I’m going with you….I don’t belong here anyway” replied a voice of a man. "Then I think that I have to thank you , though I’m not sure this is a good idea for you to leave Nafara…since the last year incident you’re hunted in all Kingdoms except this one, our Kingdom of Thunder.” said the first voice again. The man closed his black eyes and the memories came back to him so real that he could even smell the fresh blood from his swords and the pain from the enemy weapons as he was trying to reach in the Chambers of Jar'na, to get the last item he needed from the Kingdom of Dust.He opened his eyes and looked at the girl who came forward to the window and for a moment she gazed at the sky as the moon shines were falling over her silver hair which barely touched her naked shoulders. She was dressed in a grey long and simple dress that covered even her feet. Her face was one of a child when he smiled at the man from the other side of the room who said to her: “ I know that you grew up and that you’re an excellent mage but when it comes to close combat you must admit that your skills are pretty low, so if you’re seriously considering doing this quest, you must let me come with you” His voice didn't sound like he would take "no" for an answer. The girl remained silent for a moment. Her mind suddenly brought memories about the man in behind her. A young man, tall and with an unusual green hair and a scar on his right chick like a crescent moon. She knew his origins…a merely street kid from the streets of Zianon, the main citadel of the Kingdom of Thunder, who grew up by learning how to survive in the world and aided by his unusual strength since he was little he become at a small age, a soldier of Nefara Throne. The first time the girl saw him was a year before when in order to save the Kingdom of Thunder from a plague, he went through all the Kingdoms and stole from them the necessary items for the cure, items that were very precious for the other Kingdoms so beside the Kingdom of Dark, which gave them a black heart of a tar’as as soon as they asked. He was forced to stole the rest of the items and that gathered the wrath of the other Kingdoms upon himself,but not just that; a lot of scars remained on his body as well on his soul, and if it wasn’t for the Stephanie’s father, the Archmage of Nefara, he would have been hiding even now in the foresaken lands.. “Stephanie, are you okay? asked the man as he was coming closer to her until he stopped in front of her.He was tall and well built,and his black eyes weew searching the girl's face. “Yes “ replied short the girl and then she continued” I’m not as weak as you think I am Rak’had…I can take care of myself”. “I know you can, but I’m not going to take any chances…I don’t even want to think what your father will do to me if I were to lose sight of you...I don’t want to spend the rest of my life turned into a frog you know…” his voice was realy serious and the girl was concerned. The girl started laughing but she was stopped by the man’s finger that sealed her lips making her to cease. “Be quiet…if you really want to do this, you must first go out from here first”. She suddenly blushed in the dark. Her breathe started to be more intense as well as her heart beats. “Alright, I’ll do wha…” but she didn't had a chance to finish the sentence. The young man dragged her away from the window, and from the surprising act the girl fell over Rak’had on the cold and dusty floor. “Why did you do a thing like this? “ “The guards…the night patrol was right below the window and you could have been” he wispered.“ Ooo…I understand now” and she begun to get off of him but she suddenly fell again with the head on his chest. “Are you alright? “asked concerned the young man. She didn’t reply…..she just raised her head from his chest and for a moment he was stunned. The girl eyes turned from normal green to bright purple as she was staring in his eyes. He knew that the girl doesn’t look at him but through him, so Rak’had realized what it was going on and he quickly raised her up while she was staring in void. “I think is enough “said the man after seeing how sweet was falling from her forehead and her breathe was unstable. He raised his arm which started to glow in a pale green color and then he putted two fingers on her forehead. She suddenly closed her eyes and past out in RAk’had’s arms. He kept her like this a few moments without saying a word until she finally opened her eyes which turned to their normal color. "It's happening often and often lately" said the man to himself as he was holding the girl,because he was there when it happened the first time,and he knew that that wasn't a good sign. “It happened again” said the girl slowly. The man didn’t reply. He just looked at her with a caring look. “I’ve seen it again…the same battlefield….filled with rivers of blood under a clouded sky. The same shadow who stroked all of them down in a blink of an eye…aided by a monster with red eyes”. The girl putted her head on Rak’had’s shoulder. “It’s the four time this week …Are you sure you don’t want to tell about this to your father? “asked the man. She barely replied with a low voice” No, I’m sure about this…I have to find that shadow and now…I know where they are heading...Gri’stol..plus my father will never understand what I can do. This is the power of a wich as you are well aware and if my father finds out about it...there wil be complication”.“I know that your father hates wiches,though I don't know the reason,but stil...Gri’stol, the town of thieves….That’s one more reason to come with you” insisted Rak'had while the girl rised again and went to the window. The cold wind blew in her face making her calmer. “...then I guess there is nothing to discuss about it anymore…let’s go" spoke the young man again. Then he headed towards a little table in the corner of the room and from it he took his swords and putted them in their scabbard crossed on his back. After that he moved next to the girl and surrounded her with his left arm. “Thanks” said the girl and putted her arms around Rak’had’s neck as they were falling down from the window of a high tower into the night...
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