An unpleasant line, a price for their service. Dangerous jobs, a normal occurrence. Embracing a terrible life, money loudly speaking. His unsettling heart, pushing onward in this game of chance. Wondering on the weirdness, a choice not inside of his hands. Tapping his fingers against the table, a sigh leaving him. Thinking on this, that day flying by. Morning shortly coming, the mercenary residing in front of his sister. Lying in her bed, her concerning expression. Her horrible feeling, fearing it.

"Everything you need is here, including your medication, which is over on the counter. I have also hired a caretaker who will check up on you now and then." Michael's hand on her waist.

"Okay...Michael...this job...I don't trust it..." Her worrying voice.

Suspecting it, expecting her response. Flaws within the job, his sister capable of seeing this a mile away. Risk in it, needing to complete it. Those within this line of work, constantly gambling their lives. Forever branding wounds, accepting it. Depending on the troubles of others, this miserable realm, opportunities continuously coming. Blackness all around, ill views. Clashing morals, none right nor wrong. Normalcy in this, each proceeding in their own way.

"I know...neither do I..." Slightly looking away.

"Then why...? Is it really worth the risk?" looking towards him, her desperate eyes.

"It is...the money offered, we can get you to an actual doctor. A doctor that can maybe even cure you." His vision down on her.

His reason to persist, this important job, suspecting it. A large reward, having to escort a princess. A powerful mercenary, those knowing him. A weird occurrence, that man before. Little information, an important person, noting his actions. Conflict with another kingdom, this sickening feeling. A high risk, pushing forward. A way to give his sister a better future, the young woman appreciating his efforts. Fear within her, wanting him to turn down the mission.

"Don't worry, leave everything to your big bro." His hand behind his head, smiling at her.

His difficult life, accepting it. Dangerous tasks, making true to it. Building his reputation, jobs coming his way. Surviving this way, the increasing prices. A desperate situation, questioning the current job. Unable to deny it, his sister requiring the money. His gentle message to her, that grin in her direction. Coldness to numerous, warmth to one. Two close siblings, an older brother caring for the younger one. Speaking familiar words, trying to bring her some peace.

If I had only known...I would have said a proper farewell, but I hadn't...all I could think of was the money. I needed it...for her...

Unease within, a strange job. A sister wishing for another path, a mercenary having to proceed. Surpassing his enemies, succeeding in his missions. Despising the King, holding in his frustrations. Heading on his way, his mind on a goal. Finding his way to the castle, many outside of it. The large building, guards around it. A barricade on both ends, a high wall in view. The princess sitting in her carriage, the young woman around the age of twenty. Her long crimson hair, her azure vision, a dress designing in black and red. Her attention on the mercenary, Michael noticing her interest. His eyes to her, seeing her slightly waving at him. Smiling at him, a weird individual.

Now I ain't no expert and all, but this is not a good sign. At least for me that is, something like this would surely mean my head on a pike, so I try not to pay this any mind. Crazy fan-girls, even if she's a princess, my life is more important.

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Not trusting others, those above causing his sorrow. Numerous adoring him, not aware on the truth before them. Keeping to himself, his way to survive. Pushing through everyday, his powerful resolve. This strange princess, returning a wave. Turning from her, his action confusing her, one continuing to catch her interest. Everyone shortly heading onward, the flowing breeze around. Hours passing, making their way through a meadow region. Yellow flowers throughout, the green grass extending for miles. The fresh air, birds soaring above. The warm sun, the princess speaking with the mercenary. His uncertainty, wondering whether or not to ignore her.

"Michael was it?" her wondrous eyes, pressing her finger against her cheek.

Accepting a vital job, keeping to himself, focusing on its completion. His goal in mind, needing to get his sister to a better doctor. His hard efforts, loathing the King. Struggling to survive, these common problems. A troublesome princess, one not leaving him alone. The young woman leaning out the window, her fascination with him. His calm demeanor, his eyes telling a story. Each having their own, some residing on the battlefield. Clashing against others, shouting what is within. Trampling on innumerable, their desires on the line.

"Yeah, something the matter princess?" glancing to her, folding his arms.

"Oh heavens no, and please, call me Luna." Brightly smiling at him, her hands on the railing.

"Okay...Luna..."

Alright, my luck with women has always been horrible...so I can only wonder where her game is at...

Suspecting others in his line of work, his forever branding pain. Emerging victorious, claiming his prize. Everything for one, pushing onward in this horrible game. Another job on him, needing to complete it. His stern appearance, many years engraving into him. His black path, racing within it. Defeating his opponents, surviving this way. Continuing onward, his sharp eye on the princess. Living his life on the battlefield, skepticism keeping him alive.

"Aren't you ever scared?" curiously pressing her fingers together.

Innumerable living in fire, gambling their lives everyday. Forcing forward, clashing against others. Differing perspectives, their guiding feelings. A curious princess, one wishing to know, his sister also requesting this information. Numerous referring to his title, an invincible mercenary, defeating his enemies. His vast strength, fear common amongst many, countless sharing in it.

"Heh, of course. Almost everyone feels fear, the ones that don't are what you call psychopaths." Gesturing his hand to her.

Those living their lives, trampling on others. Cruelty existing, each pushing ahead. Screaming what is within, opposing their enemies. Skepticism keeping them alive, many harsh lessons, wounds telling stories. Emerging stronger, learning from their mistakes. The mercenary's firm guard, wondering on her angle. Not letting up, moving forward in his own way.

"I guess that makes sense, I suppose you have been everywhere." Her index finger to her chin.

"I have been around a lot of places, so I've seen enough." Glancing to her, folding his arms.

What string is she trying to pull here? Whatever it is, I ain't interested.

Endlessly roaming, seeking their deep desires. Forcing against the rationality of others, crushing their foes. A repetitive cycle, these agonizing sentiments. A never changing actuality, those from different classes. Few able to break beyond, torment on the remaining ones. Trusting in themselves, pushing out others. The group shortly stopping for a break, the princess dismissing her guards for now. Needing her own time, heading off in a certain direction. That mercenary sitting underneath a tree, trying to rest. Sounds of birds, smaller animals running about. A nearing presence, his steadily opening eyes. Looking above, Luna soon standing before him, her hands behind her back.

"Should you not be with your guards?" scratching the side of his head, slightly looking away.

Unable to rest, his demanding job. Needing to conserve his energy, this safe area. One breaking away from her guards, a mercenary catching her interest. Her faint smile, lowering her arms. A man rough around the edges, his reason for it. The young woman noting it, moving to his side. Trailing her, witnessing her sitting beside him. A weird individual, suspecting her. A chance in naivety, yet a possible angle. Experiences teaching him many lessons, this strange person next to him.

"Why would I need a guard if you are here?" brightly smiling at him, her hands pressing back on the ground.

I have learned to never trust anyone right off the bat. Whether it be a man, woman, or child. Always expect evil in this world. Yet, there is something pure about her...