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Village in Flames


It was a quiet breezy evening in the Whispering Pines, Ashton sat in the corner, as usual, staring at the floor boards of the tavern, sipping his water minding his own business. During this evening he fell asleep, while his friend Mika tried waking him up, but to no avail. "Hey Ash, wake up, Ash?" said Mika. Ashton didn't wake up, he seemed tired, but the truth is he is remembering his dark past...

Ashton's Past: "Fire! Fire!" one of the villagers shouted. The small village of Lunarville, sitting on the outskirts of Yew, near the soon-to-be town of Necropolis. Lunarville was being attacked by brigands, thieves, and undead, the village was burning, and only one man was fighting against the hordes of brigands, thieves and undead. "Father!" shouted a young boy, the boy nearly head toward his father who was fighting against the brigands until a older boy pulled him away. "Isaac! Don't! You'll get yourself killed!" said the older boy. "But father will die!" the young boy said. "Have more faith in our father Isaac!" the older boy said, the older boy took him into a house which is supposedly their home. "He'll be ok.. Right big brother? He will be..." Isaac said. "Of course! No one can kill our father!" the older boy said. But it was to no avail, with the village in flames, the hordes of brigands attacking one man, the father of the two boys was about to be killed. "Father! Isaac stay here! I'm going to help him...!" the older boy said. "Yes brother... I'll stay! Be careful!" Isaac said. With determination the older boy took a large two handed viking sword from the wall of his house and went outside to do battle against the brigands. "Father! I'm here to help!" the older boy said while slashing and killing a few brigands in his way. "Ashton! Get back in the house and protect your brother! I can handle this myself!" the father said. "No! I have to help Isaac can handle...!" Ashton said, but behind him a few brigands went inside this house his little brother was in. "Isaac!!!" Ashton yelled, he ran to the house quickly but not until he saw his father being pierced to death by 10 brigands. "No... Father... Father don't die!!!" Ashton said. "Ashton... I'm sorry... save.. yourself..." his father said. "Father!" Ashton said. "Ashton.. Go protect.. your brother... grrgh..." the man fell dead. "No!!!" Ashton yelled, but then he heard a scream coming from his house. "Brother!!!" Isaac yelled. "Isaac!!!" Ashton yelled. It was no use... He dropped his viking sword, his brother and father is now gone.. dead, his life is meaningless... But... *loud heartbeat* Ashton felt something... *loud heartbeat* This was it... If he was going to die... *loud heartbeat again this time in rapid motion* He was going to take everybody with him... *rapid heartbeats* Ashton yells with such fury and hatred, his eyes turn red, his body is enveloped in a red aura, he yells with such fury... "AAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Ashton yells. The brigands thieves and even the undead were terrified at the sound, for they knew now what they were dealing with. *heartbeats* A daemon is born...

The town is in shambles, the brigands, thieves, undead, Ashton's father and brother are now dead... And Ashton is mortally wounded... But conscious... He grabbed his sword... but due to the remains he couldn't find his brother and father's corpse... He went to his house and took his father's diary... And his mother's bracelet.. The only thing he knows of his mother... He walks off into the horizon... Only to collapse in Yew... There goes the story of Ashton.. And how his power is revived...

"Ashton.. Ashton! Wake up you dolt!" Mika yelled in his ear. Ashton woke up, spilling some water on the floor. "Wha.. What?" Ashton muttered. "You've been asleep for 3 hours! Good god... You need more sleep Ash!" Mika yelled. "Yeah... Whatever..." Ashton murmered. Mika walked off to serve the remaining drinks to the other customers, while Ashton sits there... And opens up his father's diary.. while staring at the bracelet on his wrist.