Shades of Blue and Red

Paper1, Enter Neel, A man whose shadow speaks.

As it was going for the last century or so, the village of "Lisnao" was in times of piece, for it is set on the back of a mountain and after the fall of the emperor, it had no advantage if in strategy or resources, a village that only tourists ever so lightly describe it as "a small village that has good soups", the village was not ready for any war or sudden attacks for it only relies on the fact it's "useless to conquer".
Paulo Reeves, the village's mayor, was at one night enjoying the dinner with a bunch of his friends while conversing about how rain is ruining most of their harvest at this period of every year, he suggested to meet tomorrow morning on that farm for he leant his farming equipment to a neighbour, they all agreed, under the only requirement that mister Paulo insisted on, the dinner tomorrow at his residence, after convincing them, he wore his shoes and went to his way back home.
A while later, Paulo reached the front door, a sudden spark he saw from the corner of his eye caught his attention, at that direction was a cliff that no man can climb, but in the dimness of night and winds of the upcoming winter, a man wearing a blue leather coat was walking from the cliff to his direction, in a slow yet balanced manner the man approached him, Paolo was prepared with his pocket knife but he felt a bit hesitant, like if his footing was showing his intents, if his full stomach will be in the way or if not practicing Judo for years will affect his form.
When the man was in eye's reach, Paolo tilted his head trying to take a peak upon the man's face, for his hair was so long and chaotically spreading on his face, Paolo would not have been able to till if he was even a man to begin with if not for his wide shoulders and the sound of his footsteps, a feel of discomfort filled Paolo's body with itchiness and wariness, such looking man could be either a lost tourist, a soldier or a demon.
The spark was a cigarette that the man is holding, he puts it in his mouth and as he inhales, the tip of the cigarette lightens the man's face revealing his eyes, which were like none Paolo had ever saw, they were opened like none other, focused like none other and seemed so determent that if his eyes alone were to fight, they would win, the poor Paolo at that second eliminated the thought that this is some lost tourist, his hands froze as shivers went down his spine.
Paolo broke the silence at that moment, his village was spared for a century and he'd sacrificed anything to keep it like that. "For i am the chief of this village, i demand an explanation for stepping foot here!" Paolo screamed, determent to show his superiority.
    The man didn't even flench at that, as he gets closer the light from Paolo's garden shows the man's face bit after the bit, the detailed cuts of swords, the signs of burns on the neck and some of the chest, and finally, the eyes that look rather carved than human like! As the man grew ever closer to the chief, he opened his blue almost purple coat, revealing a belt that has a sword, a dagger and a small purse that looks almost empty.
    At first Paolo's nose smelled something, salt! The smell of the sea came from this man, perhaps a fishermen? What fishermen uses a sword!, Is what he thought of until the man put his right hand on his chest, the left hand was pulling the belt that is making marks on the ground then the man came just a meter away from Paolo, "i came in no harm, mister." He softly said in a low voice that might be caused by crying or drinking sea water, Paolo was raised on shores, he knows better.
    He kept moving forward and didn't even stop to talk or ask for help, walked and walked in the same pace for a moment until Paolo said: "sir, do you need he-" and in a quick millisecond the man grasps his sword from the sheath and rests it below Paolo's shin without breaking a sweat, "sorry for this, never been touched before." said the man in the same tune then sheathed his sword back, and wore the belt too.
    "A misfortune it is to never feel a touch of someone your whole life." Paolo said while reaching to his fallen knife,
    "I was being touch gently for sometime, old man, don't assume every melancholy man was born broken." The man responded with a more steady tune, Paolo had raised an eyebrow by then.
    "A soldier?" Asked Paolo gently, the man shook his head slowly in disapproval, "a bandit?" He asked again and had the same answer.
"May i ask for your name?" Asked Paolo, the man opened his coat, pulled a yellow note with text on it, "ah, your name is Neel? Unique name to be honest!" He said.
From inside Paolo's house they both heard a woman shouting "hey! You're late! The food will become cold!" She said then Paolo nod to her and pushed Neel, "we're having dinner tonight, i ask for you to accept this invite!" Paolo said with a smile, Neel rubbed a wound on his face then said: "she seems as a good woman, she will fear my scars.", Paolo giggled and responded "don't worry lad, she would be happy specially the fact we always have more food to spare!"
    Neel kept rubbing that one scar till he spoke: "i just ate when i was at the shore, but thanks for the invi-" for the sound of his stomach to stop him mid sentence, "it appears your body has another saying, eh?" Said Paolo before laughing out loud and convincing Neel to accept.