Dark clouds rolled across the skies foreboding rain, the smelled of moisture in the air, and the birds were flying low to the ground darting across an open field. On the mud path there stood a man dressed in a hooded sheepskin cloak, leather tunic, linen trousers, leather boots, and slung a cloth wrapped object. The cloak was dark gray dyed by overuse. Its original light colour long gone and there were mended tears that were sewn together messily prevalent throughout. The man drew his cloak close as his countenance scrunched when a gust of cold wind blew and the sky grumbled then roared as rain started pitter pattering down.

As the man walked in the rain the sky was long drained of its colour and the sun hidden by the dark clouds of rain. The man spotted a seemingly abandoned carriage ahead and a body on the ground near it, The man somberly walked to the carriage and as he approached he tried to grip a non-existent sword then sighing to himself.

“I guess old habits do die hard.”

The man inspected the body noticing the puddle of blood that should have been near has long been washed away by the rain. There was also multiple stab wound in the stomach, the clothes of the body was clearly disheveled indicating a struggle. The eyes of the victim also seemingly burned with anguish.

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“Been dead for a bit, looks like I don’t need a sword after all” The man sighed again.

The man could only offer a small prayer for the recently departed.

“May your soul rest and the anguish quell, may the godde-” The man could not finish his words before he cringed and a pained expression overcame his face.

The rain relentlessly poured with no sign of letting up. The grumbles, roars of thunder, and flashes of lightning in the sky occurred with increasing frequency. It was as if nature itself was angry with the misdeeds of man.

Maybe the bandits missed something in the carriage the man thought as he stepped past the body. He opened the carriage door and he saw a boy staring blankly at the ground of the carriage. The boy looked young, no older than 5, dressed in mostly commoner clothing with a touch of extravagance indicating a background of either fallen nobility or a well off merchants boy. The boy had dark black hair a fair complexion, slightly handsome; however, the dark brown eyes of the boy completely devoid of the innocence of a child and filled with emptiness.