In the small town of Lasvas of Limness Kingdom, the Assassin captain is scouting the town. On its tallest building , the captain is hiding in its wall.
While his men are moving to the top, the Captain then looks outside to another tall building, and he sees a man dressed in white.
The Captain then tried to focus his vision, then suddenly the space itself distorted around the man, and the man dressed in white disappeared into thin air infront of his eyes.
The Captain: What was that?
Liatart later appears on one of the town's remote roads,
Liatart: Some blood will be bled tonight.
Marcus then arrived at his associate's house in a remote area outside the town. Marcus then walked in.
As he walked on the walkway, he then noticed that there was a dry stain on the walkway. Under a night sky, the moon's light was unable to tell Marcus what he was seeing.
Marcus continued walking. The door is slightly open, and Marcus then enters the house. Inside the house is eerily quiet, the candle is dry,
Marcus then shouted, calling for his associate. He then walked into the living room, a table with a chair facing the doorway instead of nice, put next to the table, then a foul smell suddenly hit Marcus's nose.
The room window was closed, Marcus, starting to sweat.
Then, as he walks closer to the table, a bowl and a cup are still on the table, and the soup is already developing mold
Marcus took a few steps backward, then suddenly he felt an intense pain. Marcus looks down and sees a shining metal penetrate through his thighs.
Then the assassin pulls the sword out of him, and Marcus falls down, his hand shaking as his thighs bleed intensely.
The assassin then lifted up his sword. Marcus looked up and saw the shining sword above his heHe then drew his sword a slash the house-breaking wall. The assassin then suddenly appeared behind him. Marcus gathered the last strength he had and put enough force to redirect the assassin's sword, nearly hitting Marcus's head.
Marcus lost his ear. With the last strength he got, he slashed the house wall to the outside and forced his injured legs to stand up, while the assassin got his sword stuck on the ground.
Marcus then fell down, he tried to stand back up, but immediately fell back his injure legs have become limp and pale blue.
His vision became darker and darker, and he struggled to move his finger, he arm suddenly shook intensely. Marcus' arm lost all its strength in his last moment. Marcus saw a man dressed in white standing next to his horse, then he lost consciousness.
The Assassin then rushes outside but sees no one. Marcus has disappeared
Somewhere deep in the forest, Marcus opened his eyes slowly.
He then sees a man sitting down infront of a fire infront of him. Marcus then immediately grabs his injured leg and checks on it,
Marcus: What, the injury is closed? what?
Liatart: I have closed the injury.
Marcus: What? But I lost so much blood back there, so how am I still alive?
Liatart then turns his gaze to Marcus.
Liatart: Because. I am that generous.
Marcus is confused, as he stares at LiatartMarcus: What are you?
Liatart: Call me a stalker if you prefer. But I would appreciate it if you saw me differently.
Marcus then looked at the fire and just froze there. Liatart then looked at him, and then the sound of a cricket crying filled the silence.
Marcus: I..., I thank you, I don't know how I should repay you
Marcus then turned his gaze to look at Liatart, but Liatart just kept throwing the wood into the fire. Liatart just stared at the fire.
Then a few moments later, Liatart grabbed a piece of beef behind him and just threw it on top of the fire,
Liatart then looks at Marcus,
Liatart: Do you like wild animals?
Marcus: Oh, I do
Liatart then looks back at the fire,
Liatart: Unlucky,
Marcus: What brought you here?
Liatart: Curiosity.
Marcus: May I ask why you saved me,
Liatart stares at the fire as the beef is cooking on the fire,
Marcus: Your interest? Is that the only thing that brought you here?
Liatart: What do you think about home?
Marcus: Home? I say it's the place for one to rest and take life easy.
Liatart: What about this country?
Marcus: My Country?
Liatart: You had your answer: a mess that is so strong that even a stranger is curious
Marcus pause
Liatart: I overheard the assassin's conversation, that all of you were planning something,
Marcus: Yes, we tried to assemble skilled people to form an organization to battle against the crisis that society is currently facing
Liatart: So what is your plan now that those people don't seem to be around anymore?
Marcus, just stay silent,
Liatart: This may be abrupt, but I believe I can be the replacement for those associates of yours.
Marcus takes a deep breath.
Marcus: I'm sorry, I don't know or understand what's on your mind to allow such trust. You saved my life, and I am very thankful. Please understand why I can not.
Liatart: But we're starting to understand each other now. Your request should let you know a little about me.
Marcus: What makes you so curious, and the fact that you even offer assistance raises more questions than telling what you want
Liatart: I want to say. What is in me but a word is just a word. Am I right?
Marcus: Then I do have a request. However, I have to apologize, as I can not fill you in on the whole plan; you have to go in the dark with this.
Liatart: I say that is the first step,
In the royal palace, Juvian is preparing to head out. He then walked outside the palace. A carriage arrived a few moments later, and the butler then walked out of the carriage and opened the door for him,
Juvian then arrives at the 2-story house. He opens the door and walks in. White shouts from inside the house
Juvian walks with a light smile. The house is decorated with many traditional items, a flower pot, and a small plant growing through the small gaps in the house.
rack full of figurines, from animals to warrior, weapon, Juvian then enters the workshop room
Glass and a mess of red, green, and blue paint splattering around the room. White suddenly walks into the workshop with a heavy bucket of yellow paint.
White put the bucket down with his dirty cloth cover in paint, and his hand with a small splatter of paint stuck on his face,
White then grabbed a chair and sat down,
White: Took you long enough,
Juvian then looked at his feet. White feet is dirty, covered in mud, and have a small cut on his ankle.
Juvian: What happened? Why are bare feet?
White: Oh, I just got out into the forest to cut some of those trees for color, but accidentally stepped on the mud that was covered by a bunch of leaves. Now, my shoe just got stuck in that mud, so I just walked back barefoot.
Juvian: You injured Uncle; should you heal yourself first?
White: The potion has already run out. Don't worry, it's not gonna cause any infection.
Juvian: What about the clay? Did it run out, too?
White: You should go grab some more.
Juvian: Alright,
Juvian then walks to the door and opens it,
White: Hey, there's a bucket
Juvian: No need, I'll use my magic,
Juvian then returned with a big piece of clay. He saw that White was mixing the color, so Juvian walked to him.
White: Grab the brush for me,
Juvian then immediately ran to take the brush from the cabinet above. Juvian then handed the brush to White. The moment the paint started to shimmer, White dipped the brush into the paint.
When he got the brush out, a glowing shimmer of blue appeared on the brush.
White: Quick, get the figurine
Juvian immediately ran to the other room to take one of the figurines,
White then paints the figurine with the brush.
White: What do you think,
Juvian: Wow, I like something I read from a fairytale, but instead of the text showing me what it looks like, I actually see it,
White: The figurine we got from the market seems a little repetitive. Do you have something in mind?
Juvian: I actually do,
Juvian then walked to the clay that he had just gotten and started to mix it with water. White then reaches down to the lower cabinet of the workshop and pulls out a big bag full of sculpting tools for clay sculpting.
White: What are you sculpting?
Juvian: Don't know,
White: Oh, add a wing on its back,
Juvian: Alright, should it look like a scale or like a feather
White: Whatever is fine