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Blood flowed slowly into the grooves of large slabs of the city state Priskel. It was thick and bright red, slowly spreading to As a life disappeared. The elongated body in the alley would soon become as cold as the stone on which he stood.
- I'm sorry ... said a black shape that pulled the dagger still stuck in the flesh of the victim. You never get you shall take from these unfortunate.
Malandrin not bother to search the corpse, the riches of this bandit was not interested in the least because it does not run after fortune. No, he did not live as a thief, he preferred to satisfy some missions certainly paid a pittance but that merely because they were in line with his philosophy. He had suffered too much in the past criminals and unscrupulous men. At the moment the alley was deserted, he had carefully chosen to attract its prey in a trap, but soon the nearby residents would discover the body ... and rings and other riches of death. But it should not stop there, he really wanted to be discreet, he knew the rumors about him, it was said that it was a dissident who Slayer murdering thugs and only them. It is true that his black coat, his cloak and mask it would be easy to confuse with the famous killer and somewhere that flattered. As he preferred not to dwell there to perpetuate this rumor. The city was great, nice and above all we lived well, then a few months since he had put his business and found a small job, oh no big deal, but it allowed him to have a comfortable life with his nightly perks . His "good deed" done it in so returned to his home, a house in a neighborhood on the outskirts of town. It was not spacious or comfortable, but it was not serious, he did not care. So he walked along the dirt road, because the area lacked paved streets, thinking of the next piece of bacon and dried to expect. But when he came to his house he saw light through the semi-opaque window because of the poor quality of the glass. At this late hour it should not be a visit to a neighbor or acquaintance because he maintained that few social relations. Reflexes spoke from his mask quickly he pulled his two daggers and pinned against the wall of the house, close the window. Thanks to Antellechia mask, the daughter of the goddess Thyrs he perceived the human form in the house, but the energy that emanated was something strange aura had nothing to do with the ordinary mortals. The shape moved and approached the door. Malandrin was ready to strike when the creaking of the door was heard. But no one came, who had opened the door had just ajar.
- Between Mynos, you have nothing to fear from me.
For a long time we had not called by his real name, it does bode well. But on the other hand the presence was not hostile, to the contrary. He decided to follow his instinct and put his gear before entering. He was surprised to find a man in a typically held Tantadienne, sitting at his rickety table. Above were also various dishes all appetizing than the others. The man he had already met once at another time.
- We know not? Asked Malandrin whose belly suddenly remembered that he had not eaten for some time.
- My name is Sanquinam, we saw there over ten years ago when you came to Corastatos with your family. I had you then bought this.
Sanquinam then pulled out a gem of a velvet purse. This was a large medallion held by a cord. On the surface of the medallion was engraved runes, Ryv, that of love, and protection of loved ones. Either the jewel was not a great value, it was not made of gold or another precious metal. Yet there was a lot of things to Malandrin. heavy heart he looked at the medallion set by Sanquinam.
- It is for you, I know what it means to you. I learned ... to your family.
Then all went up. Malandrin grabbed the medallion with a trembling hand assailed by memories of the past. He saw himself with his wife doing these medallions for sale to the market Corastatos. It was a moment of joy and shared happiness with the woman he loved. Around them their children were playing, imitating the great warriors of the famous Runic Legion.
Then he passed the medallion around his neck and left the house to breathe. He recalled, as every day for nearly three years, this fatal moment his life changed. As he would forget this accident on the road in the mountains, but this was burned with a hot iron in his memory. He was traveling with his wife and daughters by a truck and their horses which they had acquired some time ago. Everything was going well, he knew the road that ran along a cliff, it was known to be dangerous, but he often practiced. Then came the accident. A small rock broke away from the cliff above them and fell right in front of the horse. Thereof, seized by fear, reared and pushed the cart back and enough side to one of the wheels is reflected in the emptiness of the cliff ... and is driven by the imbalance. The horse, too distraught could not be calmed by Mynos. The carriage swung completely in a vacuum. Only able to get by, Mynos jumped on the road and saw the truck driving the horse ... and hasten his family to death.
Now the tears rolled down her cheeks, clutching the rune medallion he looked and saw the faces of his wife and daughters. A hand landed on his shoulder.
- You are your fault Mynos, you could not remember the fear of the animal.
Malandrin then was a click.
- How do you know this story? I've never told, nobody knows what happened that day! He said with a hint of anger and a lot of sadness.
The scenery changed around him, as if by magic, the city gave way to typical tantadiennes and perfectly aligned columns. The light also changed to become orange, almost red.
- The gods have told me your story Mynos. From the moment you met Antellechia until this accident, then your adventures across the lands of Guem in the hope of finding death without ever meeting.
- I was beginning to forget ...
- This wound will never heal, you can not hunt grief as it is now the engine of your life.
- Why do you torture me so, you are cruel!
- No, I am a messenger of hope, I come to offer you a present.
At this time many people appeared from behind the columns, were Mynos wife and daughters. Mynos collapsed to his knees and took delivery of his daughters, tightening against him. He cried, kissing, joy was too strong. Then he stood up and hugged his wife tenderly.
- They came to say goodbye.
- Mynos, my love, said his wife ran a hand on his cheek. The gods have welcomed us, do not blame them for what happened. Time has no hold on us, we will be there the day you will spend in this world.
- I love you so much! My life has no meaning without you! He said his eyes red from crying.
- We know all the love you we love our doors and go with you wherever you are. This medallion door because it symbolizes the epitome of love, the love of a wife to her husband, children to their father. Love for us and you have to go forward, we are at peace, you must be your turn.
The pain he felt was already fading, he breathed slowly, enjoying the moment. He looked Sanquinam and gave him a nod.
- Is it ... real?
- It is if you want it to be.
- How can I thank you for what you have done?
- It's not me you should thank, but the gods and the gods want you to be ... attack.
- For what?
- For a game of chess Lands Guem, a game in which your talents, your mask and your daggers will serve a just cause.
Mynos turned his head toward his wife and children, he understood the meaning of all this scene and he agreed.
- We'll see you soon, I promise you, he said, squeezing all. Now that I know you're waiting for me I am reassured. I plunge my eyes on this rune and it will remind me of this moment of joy.
- It's time Mynos we go.
- Soon, he said, addressing a last smile to his family.
Then everything became normal sadly, they found themselves in the mud and cold street of the city state Priskel. Mynos still held firmly medallion.
- We leave tomorrow, rest now that your heart is relieved of the penalty.
And indeed that night he slept as he had done for years and in his dreams the nightmare of the accident had given way to a happy reunion. The next day the two men left the city for a new adventure, and who knows, maybe the last one for Mynos.
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