"Are you already leaving?" The man asked. "Yes I am." The musician answered, before he waved the people goodbye and left. Most people in the country wore brown cloth. But the musician didn't. He also wore brown but mostly black and green. Black because he was a nightshader and green because it was his favorite color. The musician grabbed a picture from his pocket. On the picture stood a man. The man had light orange hair that fel to his shoulder. He had green eyes and a beard. The nightshaders had been searching for this man for the past few weeks. It was a knight from the king. The knight had killed one of the leaders of the nightshaders and now they were out for revenge. The musician walked back to his horse. He needed to get back to there camp. It wouldn't take to long to get there but at most a half hour. While riding back to the camp the musician was in his thoughts. The leader that had been killed was his father. Before his father had died he had said one last thing. "Remember Berry, if you ever have to chose between the nightshaders and a person you love. You need to chose for the person. I regret that I left your mother for the nightshaders." he had said before he had past away in the musician's arms. Berry didn't get why his father had said that. Normaly his father always said that he should be loyal to the nightshaders nomether what. And suddenly when he dies it doesn't matter anymore and he should leave the nightshaders for love. Berry arrived at the camp. "Oh, look who is there. Our little musician." One of the nightshaders said. "Ha ha Jack you are so funny." Berry said sarcasticly. "Wel, you are little." Jack said while berry got of his horse. "No I am not." Berry said. "How tall are you?" Jack asked. "I am 5.4" Berry answered. In most country's this would mean you are average or even tall but in this country most people were at between the 6 feet and 6,5 feet. "So you are small." Jack said. "Jack stop it. Berry can you come with me we need to talk." one of te leaders from the nightshaders yelled. Berry walked towards the man and followed him into a big tent like building the nightshaders had made. "So you know how we were searching for the knight that killed your father?" the man asked. Berry nodded and the man walked inside the tent with Berry following him again. "Wel, we got him." In the middle of the tent was a pole that was supposed to keep the roof up. There was a man tied to the pole. Berry immedialty recogniced him from the picture. He had the same orange hair and green eyes. "We couldn't convince him to give us his name. But we did have an idea for something we could do. We thought you would want to do it." the leader said. He grabbed something from a box in the corner of the tent. He grabbed a knive and a bottle of ink. Berry immediatly knew what he wanted the man had planed to do. Every nightshader had a kind of tatoo. They cut your skin open and just poored straight up ink inside it. If you didn't clean the wound the ink would stay inside your skin even after it healed. The only way to remove the tatoo was to cut your skin back open or just cut of part of your skin. The leader handed the knive and ink to Berry and nodded in the knights direction. Berry walked towards the kniven and kneeled down infront of the man. The knight looked at Berry he seemed curious, but when he saw the knive in Berry's hands his expresiont changed. What Berry didn't know was that before the leader went to get him. He had said that he would get someone special who had wanted ot see him for a very long time. Now that the knight sawa the person he realized that the person was family from the person he had killed. The both looked simalair. They had the same eyes and nose. Even there haircolor was the same. The only diferents was that this person's hair was longer and he didn't have any white in his hair. "So sir knight. Meet Berry the son of our last leader."
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The nightshader of the king
AventuraBerry is a nightshader but when he is tasked with killing the king, thingd don't go as planned. Berry ends up needing to chose for the people he called family or the new friends he had made.