“Thief! Thief! Somebody help” , desperately cried a woman who watched her jewels flee with the velvet cloaked perpetrator. His feet moved as if rockets propelled him. Petrified citizens in the bustling marketplace watched in horror, the thief ran through the many stands without regard, past the many bejewelled statues of the king.

The thief was making quite the distance.Crying into her wrinkled, ebony hands, the woman heard the clunking of metal coming towards her. She heard mutters and suddenly, there was a roar of a creature. It revved up, becoming more ravenous. She had to see this monster, instead, she saw a lean man holding a bow with a beautiful flaming arrow, 

It burned a myriad of magical colours, providing a spectacle before it launched off,darting off and the screams of the thief were heard. There was applause from the citizens but the man waved off any praise, 

“ Merely fulfilling mine duties.”He said with a smile but the woman saw the lifeless state of his face; his eye bags could store gold coins and his youthful face was all too wrinkled. Not even his tight braids could cover his imperfections.He wasn’t wearing any heavy armour, but a hulking figure behind him did. “With haste, Elash. We must seize what we may, for Antrell looks not at us with favour, and kindness from his hand is a rare sight. "The man announced, planting his metal hand on Elash’s back.Elash was quick to correct him, telling him to add the appropriate title for his majesty while glaring at him with his sharp sandy coloured eyes. “Whate’er, may we march to the kingdom? The arrogant one would not want us to be late.” One could imagine his annoyance even behind the helmet.

At the gothic castle, King Antrell sat unimpressed in the presence of the two. “ Serelay, why do you always disappoint?” He enquired the man clad in armour. His language was far too archaic for the time but he used it to intimidate others and exalt himself. As his mouth opened, Antrell swiftly silenced him. “This captive shalt be in his realm, and you two are to ensure that.” Cluelessly, they looked around for the person in question. "You are both far too tired, because you foolishly helped where you didn't have to. Regardless, be well and powered." Instantly, they were refreshed. Antrell's Voice was why the people still followed him. Such a power had never been seen by anyone of any kingdom.

Two guards dragged a beaten and broken man. His frame was boney and his limbs had just enough muscle to move, nothing more. He did not groan but no one could tell if he was alive, a rusted helmet with eye slits enveloped his head. Elash pitied the man but did not speak up on the injustice, a skill he had been training for many years. Serelay bit his lip until it bled, his hatred for this kingdom had been festering for many a time.

Hours later, the party of three was ready and moments from departing from just outside the kingdom's walls. The two soldiers confident to beat any foes with their normal weapons which were given magical capabilities by the Voice of Antrell. Hopefully, Elash would not have to use his signature attack; Breath of Death.