In the year 2892, to the Galactic Northeast of the Knight Empiria lies Agria a medium-sized planet with its only significance in its large production of vegetables that supplies the northern star sector. 

This world had more forests and vegetation than any other planet on the empirical territories making it a significant area of interest for pirates and raiders. Though there is a small contingent of 4th Legion marines and a contingent of mercenaries that serves as the planet's defenders.

Despite the heavy amount of security the planet remained untouched by the ancient enemy as if it posed no threat to the enemy or something was sleeping beneath the rock and earth of the planet that even the enemy would not dare to awaken.

In the Eastern hemisphere of the planet lies a small town that built itself within the trees as protection from the predators of the planet. 

Outside the village lies our unlikely hero Keith Aliucard a vegetation farmer and hunter, he is a 6 foot tall human with a moderate build, pinkish fair skin, black hair, and black eyes with scars all over his body.

He wears a white shirt, with leather shorts, and hunting boots despite having a mediocre body his proficiency with a blade and hunting rifle is well known in the village as the best sniper in town.

Though he refuses the attention as he lives in his father's old home with his beloved Syrene a 6-foot tall Xer-Razh female, with long black hair, black eyes, and pinkish fair skin. Like Keith, she is a farmer who tends to the fields and wears the same outfit as he despite his she owns a silver silk dress that he gave to her as a gift. 

She never bothers to wear it as it is a special gift from him and would cherish it now and forevermore...

The two spent their days in relative peace with the marines protecting their home though they are sometimes harassed for taxation purposes by the planetary lord. 

Many marines heard the news of the war escalating out of control it was only a matter of time before the war begins in the Northern Star sector. 

As the dark tendrils of the ancient enemy close in all across the sector, Keith had been suffering from many terrible dreams, nightmares of a warrior covered in blood, with a pair of bright energy blades in his hands.

One blade thrummed like the starless skies consuming all light that it touches while the other a blade of pure silvery starlight enveloping the mysterious warrior with a frightening yet warm glow as if it were a lover's embrace.

Though it was a time of peace he wakes up trembling as cold sweat pours down from his face it was as if something was calling out to him as he follows the movement and flow of the warrior in his visions.

Each night while his lover was asleep he took up his old Iron blade in one hand and a stick on the other practicing the fighting style of the warrior in his visions. 

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With each strike, the flow of nightly winds followed his blade, and the autumn breeze breaks before his swings it was like a poet writing upon the wind. 

The grace of his form, the flow of his movement like the flowing river it follows the rhythm of his blades with each day his strength grows, his power slowly awakening from its long slumber. 

Though he desired to pursue the path of the warrior in his dreams he stopped and looked upon his loved one as they were about to have their firstborn daughter. 

All seemed to fall into place for the young lad but nothing was said and done.

All of a sudden fires broke out in every village the death and destruction gripped everyone by the throat as everyone man, woman, and children were not spared. 

Keith went into the village with the other marines and strong-bodied men to see no enemy as everyone around him was being mutilated, and torn apart out of nowhere. 

The Marines did not know what to do as they could not see their enemy when he realized that the enemy is hiding in plain sight. Within the shadows of everything lies the most brutal, and deadly assassins known as the Shadow vanguard of the Knight Empiria or commonly known as the 2nd Legion. 

They are known for only having few knights upon their ranks but they excel in assassinations as their bodies have the ability to phase into the shadow realm and strike from the darkness from where their enemies will least expect them.

He could only dodge the attacks as the men who stood beside him and the marines who were supposed to protect them lie dead around him as the Shadow Vanguard know not to care for their own kin so long as their mission succeeds.

Frightened for his love he dropped his swords and ran for his life to the clinic where his wife was about to give birth to their child. All he could think about was his wife and child as he reached the clinic the nurse lies dead and his wife was carried off into the darkness.

With a mighty roar, he grabbed what weapon he could reach and charged at the shadowy figures when he felt a blade or two pierced his stomach and lung. He looked behind him as one of the vanguards managed to stab him from behind the vanguard warrior pulled his blades back and kicked him to the side.

"You're barely a challenge you piece of shit... Come back in the next life a little more challenging..." The warrior said as he set the house ablaze.

He tried to grab the warrior's leg begging him to leave his wife be but the warrior laughed as he pulled his hair and said.

"You have no power here... You are nothing more than fodder for us... Remember these words deeply in your next life!" 

The warrior said slamming his face several times on the wooden floor then kicking him to the side and broke his jaw at the same time. 

As the fire burned around him he mustered every last ounce of power he had left to escape the fire but he lost consciousness his thoughts of his wife being taken from him. He desperately clung to what life he had left as he begged Faith for a chance a small glimmer of hope that he could get a second chance to live to find his wife and avenge his friends who died in the Vanguard's hands.

The thoughts of a knight legion committing such a crime were beyond his own imagination the ones who were supposed to protect the people betrayed their code and lashed out to gain more power and trample upon the weak. 

His anger, his sorrow, his fear, and his regret consumed his heart like the fires consumed all things around him. 

Though in death does duty end for all knights, In death lies rebirth, for only Faith can decide when one's duty be it a knight or a civilian shall end. 

Let none find him wanting...