I am a 20 year old guy and im really tall, have short black hair and bright green eyes. im specialized in fighting with my daggers, stealing and going stealth. the Centaurs attacked my family and village last year and i was the only survivor. since then i wandered alone in the woods, atleast untill i met an 18 year old girl named ammaria. long black hair, really big blue eyes , really small and specialed in the same as me. sounds similar doesnt it? anyway, she told me that exactly the same disaster happened to her village and family. i could see in her eyes she was about breaking down but that she tried to stay strong. something i really respect about her. we became great friends and together we decided to complete a task. warn the people from other villages, we added a little extra to it though. make an end to peoples suffering ourselves. being hunted by centaurs and trying to stay alive, that was exactly what we were doing. the centaurs didnt see us as threat in the beginning, and late they realized that was a huge mistake.
we are known as the deathly shadows, and no matter the costs, we will make them regret.
My name is Aralon, and this, this is my story...
