The dawn of a new day, woke from its slumber, on a continent named Elyria. The sunset rose in the far north. Where land  covered in a forest with thick brown-leaved trees is revealed to the naked eye. The ground is blanketed by the fallen leaves due to the arrival of fall. A steady rain came which led to a steady downpour. A dirt road slashed in the middle of the forest. The road eroded and seemed to melt as the rain came on the land. 

A young man rode his horse south, down the muddy dirt road. The young man,clothed in gray armor and a cloak and his face is covered by a silver mask. He said nothing as he rode his horse down the road. A little while past and then, a group of 3 men clothed in brown leather emerged from the nearby forest. Where they ran and stood in front of the horses path. The horse snorted and showed discomfort in alarm with it kicking up dirt. The young man sensing the horses' fright calmed down the horse by patting the horse  and calmly said,” Whoa, calm down girl. It's going to be alright.”

The horse snorted in frustration. The man pulled lightly on the reins of his horse to stop a dozen feet from the 3 men. The young man looked at the men and curious to who they might be. The young man asked with his light-toned voice,” What can I do for you today? This is an odd place to be because no one travels from the north.”

The tallest of the three stepped forward and arrogantly uttered to the man,” Good sir, would you please hand us half your coin? You can be on your way once you do. You entered our territory and have to pay a toll.”

The men sneered and laughed deep and dark.A sigh came from the young man as he dismounted from his horse. The man was average for human men in this world. A solemn 5 feet 10 inches to be in exact height. The man pushed  his cloak aside to reveal a sword with a gray pommel, in a scabbard held by leather straps to his waist.

The young man said to the group of men,” I hoped to not run across bandits or thieves. I wanted to run into just kind folk asking for my help. However, I was disappointed by what came to meet me today.” 

The man continued  ,” So you are bandits right? If so then I must turn you to soldiers dead or alive. I would like you to be alive or you can prove you're not bandits by letting me go on my way..

The trio of men laughed at the young man's remark. The leader spit on the ground and  replied,”You think too big for someone who is facing 3 men. You think you can beat us in a fight. You dream too big, buddy. We are just men doing their duty. A duty entails collecting the coins of travelers.However, your remarks are poison to our business . We have a reputation to keep. You made a bad move by underestimating us.”

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The young man grinned and pointed at the leader in the group of 3 and replied,”

We will see if you seek violence. I have to admire  bandits who are chivalrous in their deeds, even if it's immoral. I respect the honor you have in being bandits. I don’t respect that you think what you do is right.  You disrespect me by underestimating me. I will try not to kill any of you, in the fact that you forced my hand.”

The bandits drew their swords ready to attack the young man. The leader charged at the young man with adrenaline and fire in his eyes . The young man drew his sword. The blade of the sword is colored in chrome black.  The man hit the side of the leader's blade, directing the blade away from him. The leader stumbled forward from the impact. The man elbowed the leader in the head causing the leader to fall on his butt. The leader, angry , ordered his two men,

“ Kill him now!”

Next thing the man saw was two bandits attacking him at once. One attacked high, the other low, leaving the man only to  hope not for the eventual contact of iron to his skin. The bandits' sword sliced through the air.  So the man ducked,missing the high sword blow, and only missing the low sword blow by only the length of a paper clip. A series of him dodging the y

  whispered quickly with his sword close to him as the leader got close  “drafón lif” and the black sword inflamed by crimson fire. The man pointed the now inflamed sword at the leader of the bandits. The leader by him is armored in full leather. The group of men shrieked in fright at the sight of the blade encased in fire. The young man then yelled,” irán kilén”

The fire came from the black sword and was a  streak of fire burning towards the leader of the trio of bandits. The fire condensed into a line as it neared the leader of the bandits. Then the flame zipped through the air and burned a hole through the chest of the bandit leader, ending him instantly. The bandit leader crumpled to the ground.

The remaining two men were filled with fear for their lives and turned their backs toward the young man and ran away. One of the two men cursed,” Those blessed ones, why do they show up now of all places. The young man let the bandits run away and watched as they ran into the forest. The rain lessened as the young man lifted his hood. When the hood is lifted it reveals thick crimson short red hair. 

The young man then took something from the bandit leader and put it into an empty slot in his bag. The young man picked up the bandit leader’s body and threw it off the road. The young man then sighed  and started to dig a hole. A couple of hours passed and the young man had thrown the bandit leader in a hole he built. 

The young man squatted beside the new hole and said,” I never wanted to harm you. You forced my hand. If only you weren’t a bandit? Even when you were, you could have turned back! ” A tear fell on the ground as the young man stood up and placed the dead body in the hole. The young filled the hole and placed the stick. The stick marked the grave,, the young man built because he thought even evil men must have good in them and so they must be buried to honor it.

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