Singing and shouting can be heard from outside the tavern. A young man, smaller in height, but not a midget, with small amounts of facial hair and brown hair that reaches his shoulder wearing tattered clothes and a withered cape reaching down his waist, swings the door open. He walks towards the counter as the bartender welcomes him.

"Ronan! Welcome back, how did the past few days fare? You have not been here in a while." Asked the woman with a bright smile, they knew each other, as Ronan was a regular in the tavern.

"Not too bad Kertha, although i get fewer and fewer coins every day. I am going to starve like this. That damn blacksmith keeps saying i don't do this right and that right." Said the man frustrated, complaining about his job as an assistant for the blacksmith.

"The usual, mead right?" The woman asked, Ronan answered with a nod.

"Hmm.. you know what? Maybe you should work for the miller. I heard he pays well." The woman leaned on the counter and said quietly as to not attract attention.

"The miller? Ugh... perhaps i will see." The man sighed and considered the advice as the bartender got called away.

"Hey pretty lady! Could you get me a drink please?" Said a drunk man at the side.

"I will bring the mead to you in a minute." Said the girl with a smile as Ronan gone to sit down at one of the tables. As music gone on and on, more people gotten drunk in minutes. Suddenly Kertha appeared with a tankard full of mead in it and put it down in front of Ronan. But something was not right, she looked as though she saw a ghost.

"Hey, Kertha are you okay?" He asked worryingly, but she looked at him with worried eyes.

"This will be your last drink in this tavern." She whispered to him, turned around and left. Ronan looked at the tankard and thought to himself something is not right. She looked at Kertha as he saw her walk out the backdoor with a hooded man waiting outside.

He quickly got up and walked towards the door, he put his hand on his back where the cape covered his waist, there seemed to be a dagger hidden away. He swiftly opened the door, looked around and saw no one.

"Kertha! Where are you?" He yelled out in the dark, as a figure started approaching him with a sword in his hand, his silver eyes looking up and down on Ronan, his long hair was blown by the wind revealing thickened and dark veins leading towards the strange man's eyes. It was a Shadow Hunter no doubt. Ronan drew his dagger that had a blade as long as his elbow, the Hunter grinned and stopped a few steps ahead of Ronan.

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"I came for you Knight, i will not let you get away from us once more." As the wind blew more and more Ronan stood ready with his dagger in front of him holding it in a defensive state, he knew he was in for a fight he can't win. The pair of ravens that were watching over them cawed and flew away, with that the hunter launched at Ronan.

He quickly went to slash his head off, but Ronan ducked, he straigtened up and grabbed the Hunter's right arm and went to stab him in the side, but his enemy grabbed Ronan's wrist just as it was about to stab him. Ronan smirked and pushed at the man's shoulder, swinged around yanking his main hand out of the hunter's grasp. He tried stabbing the man in his neck, but he blocked the dagger with his sword and flicked his sword upwards derouting Ronan's attack.

The hunter quickly turned around and viciously kicked Ronan in the guts making him fall on his back. The hunter having the advantage with Ronan on the ground he did not want to hesitate and raised his sword up and stabbed down at him, stabbing right through Ronan's abdomen.

He looked him in the eyes as Ronan looked at the sword in terror, but he did not feel much pain, the shadow hunter, left his sword in him and leaped backwards.

"Frygge!" The man shouted as fire appeared in his left bare hand. It grew brighter and brighter as it seemed to burn the hunter's hand. Ronan pulled the sword out of his body and threw it away. As he stood up he held his hand on his wound as the hunter cupped his hand leaving a slight space where the fire burned and blew it creating a huge cone of fire towards Ronan.

He put his other hand up as darkness started drowning the fire. The man started circling Ronan blowing fire at him in all directions as darkness shielded him. The man stopped blowing fire as he looked at Ronan frustrated. He opened his palm and put it on the ground. Ronan waiting for an attack he ran towards the man kneeling with one leg on the ground, as he got closer wolves cried out in the distance as the man's eyes became all orange colored, Ronan was in attacking range and slashed his dagger towards the man as he stood up grabbing Ronan's right wrist and delivering an elbow to his nose breaking it in an instant.

As he grabbed his wrist he swung under his arm twisting it getting next to him and kicked him off his feet from behind breaking Ronan's arm, the bones cracking was heard from the corner of the tavern where Kertha was watching the whole fight unfold.

Ronan layed on the ground, a snow white wolf came and jumped on him pinning him down and growling at him. The hunter sighed as his eyes turned back to normal and looked over his shoulder meeting eyes with Kertha.

"You're safe now." He said locking his silver colored eyes with her blue ones. She ran away quickly as tears poured down her face.

"W-What do you want from me huh?! I don't know anything i told you before!" He yelled at the man while laying on the ground defeated.

"The Order is what we want." He answered in a cold tone and knocked him out with a punch. The wolf got off of him and walked away calmly in the distant forest. The hunter tied Ronan, picked him up and threw him on the back of his horse. He put his cloak on, the hood covering his face. They trotted away in the night as the people in the tavern went on and on as the world was still at peace.