Fire and stone met many times upon a forge, creating marvelous weapons in the pitch night the glow of hot embers subsides, as did the amount of blacken fowl whiskey that night. Delliah, sat perched on a black horse as she watched with concern. ?We should return to Plygrethia, come home. There has been too much in the past few months?.

The elf was carefully polishing arrows and then ensuring their effectiveness. Wiping some sweat from his brow he stared at Dellaih and then walked out from under the cellar door. He had hit a few rounds off into a bale of hay stacked in the rear by the corral. ?I?m not here, you go ahead and talk to me?. He slings his bow over his shoulder and climbed the horse as he made haste to Rhy?Din City. ?Your eternal watch, my undying love, and her death?.


He was overdue for revenge. Dressed in full wizards armor, his left arm was covered in the armor from the day before, his face veiled by a horned mask, which covered his long ears as well. ?Bentuo I pray it so?. His eyes were sad beneath the grim engraved helmet, which made him look otherwise. He stopped at the crossroads looking to Delliah. He dismounted picking her up as he touched the ground, placing her on the road.

?This is where we leave, I am uncertain that I will be returning to you. Kristae? I know she wanted me to have you, for us to take care of each other. You must return to your true self?. it was never meant to hurt you, only to protect you?. Cinder unbuckled the collar around the neck of the black kitten. She felt a little strange for a second. Suddenly she was transformed into a large white cat with thick fur small pale spots running across the sides and down her tail. ?I?I remember. Cinder.. I am sorry that you felt abandoned? it wasn?t your fault?. She pounced him knocking him to the ground she pinned him nuzzling her face into his chest. ?You cannot keep living in reserves, you should find yourself. The Minstrum being vanquished will not make you happy, nor would it make Kristae. You told me once that you would make her proud?. ?I cannot make her happy if I am suffering?! He squirmed away from under the now enormous kitten. Cinder stood shaking his head. He took to the horse and rode off into the city. ?Rule three hundred one, the last rule to be added. Cinder Shirastan of Plygrethia, will seek payment on Viscount Halbert?.



Rhy?Din City, home to more corrupt politicians and wealthy men than anyone could dream of. The sick and lame, poor and hungry feed of the lies these humans gave away. Cinder could not tolerate how consumed people had become, humans were not to blame it was everyone. He dismounted the horse and gingerly crept behind a cargo truck as a few enforcers marched down the dim lamp lit streets. ?I better make this fast and easy?. He thought looking around the center of it the entire palace district. Home to the rich and powerful all branches of goverent and facilities that paved a way to a more grim future to the common folk. The Minstrum despite being an old form of conviction had kept up with the times and although the rumors of magic it still played an integral part into the politics. Magicals and Mysterium relied on a set of laws that governed and kept those powers to be at bay.

At one point Cinder was an ambassador for foreign affairs with his wife Kristae a key cabinet member. The tables have turned those many decades ago, and years of power struggles led to a massacre of those ?infected? as they called it with gifts unfit for this world. He wasn?t sure if magic was dying out but he had noticed that those with magical abilities were less and less, soon there would be none he thought. It was known at one time that he was the greatest summoner of all-time now nobody fears an old elf that get?s lost among the waves of humans.

Sneaking into the estate was no easy task. Luckily he had help. Four muscled women dressed in black tight fitting suits were already picking the lock as he arrived. The six unconscious guard dogs were circled around them. A belfwit dragon was slain its throat sliced up the middle one of his male workers resting easy on it with a battle axe giving hi ma thumbs up. He thought that by far was the coolest thing humans did, giving thumbs up often times he over did it and felt guilty afterwards. Cinder smiled giving everyone thumbs up around till they nodded over and over. ?Get in there already?. The lock picker mumbled softly as the door opened up.

Quietly he stepped into the grand entrance room. Clearly somebody has been dipping into the tax relief fund he thought. He headed up towards the staircase; he was familiar of the home. It had once belonged to Kristae?s father. ?Old times, Your parents hated me??. He grinned as he made his into the master bedroom. Tapping the two people sleeping in the bed. He had his bow drawn as he looked coldly through the veil. ?Today you die as victims of a revolution, do not fear for your actions have been remembered and one day people will know what you truly are?. The man looked fearful but he knew who it was. ?Cinder Shirastan? so you are the curse that haunted my ancestors..To finally meet you in the flesh? I know it?. Before the man could speak, -Futh!- an arrow pierced his chest through the bed sheet at the gentleman then another at the woman beside him. He wandered out of the room and headed downstairs.

He turned looking upward at the staircase, servants and children looked down upon the masked elf. ?If dogs of the Minstrum arrive, tell them the president is dead. A revolution is at hand; they cannot turn their backs. People like me deserve respect we will not be beaten into the pages of the past.? Cinder took of his mask and bowed with honor. ?I have made an error and my skies are forever darkened those many decades ago. Goodbye Rhy?Din??.

Cinder walked out the front door, hanging his head low he looked to the crowd of enforcers that had halted his advancement. ?The elf! The elf, Killed the president?! The enforcers took no time waiting they charged at the elf but Cinder managed to get by. A large white cat the size of a highland ox tearing fully armored men and women as appetizers. They drew their rifles in the distance men taking turns as each session reloaded and powdered their guns. A few shots nearly hit the cat, two of them found their home in the chest of Cinder, and he fell instantly. A solider struck him in the head with a stave before he was decapitated. Delliah was shot a few times in her hind legs as Cinder protected her from further harm.

"I'd hate to cause such a chill...". He wasn't trying to be funny but he sounded quite silly as he summoned a hailstorm ice. It had be fallen the estate. Waves of Minstrum soldiers froze as if sculptures. Golems of ice appeared breaking the walls around the place. They invaded the interior causing a wake of bloodshed on gaurds, maids and children all were not spared. The house would be frozen over and wiped clean of life till he saw fit. Cinder blacked out watching blood drip from a strand of hair in front of his face. A glimpse of a shadow, he felt the beats of footsteps running hearing a feline roar as shrieks of men returned. Ice began to melt.


Hours later he found himself slummed over inside his Kayak resting on the beach, he was drunk and losing blood. Delliah was passed out a few yards away on the sand leading up to the road. ?Sarah?. He saw her in the distance on Mor riding towards him, he blacked out once again.