Arcanian Origins

Zeros PoV #2

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Zero, Rai, and their companions had been on the run for weeks, trying to stay one step ahead of Null and his followers. They had traveled through rough terrain, crossed treacherous rivers, and climbed steep mountains in their quest for safety.

As they approached a small village, they saw a group of strangers gathered around a campfire. Zero felt a pang of unease, but Rai placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "We can't keep running forever," he said. "Maybe these people can help us."

Zero nodded, and they cautiously approached the group. The strangers eyed them warily, but didn't show any signs of hostility. Zero introduced himself and Rai, explaining that they were on the run from a dangerous enemy.

The leader of the group, a weathered old man with piercing green eyes, listened to their story with interest. "I see," he said thoughtfully. "You are warriors, then. Perhaps you can help us with a problem we've been having."

He explained that their village had been under attack by a band of raiders, who had been terrorizing the villagers and stealing their crops. The local militia had been powerless to stop them, and the villagers were growing desperate.

Zero and Rai exchanged a glance. They had been looking for a purpose, a reason to keep fighting. This could be their chance to make a difference, to prove that they were more than just warriors.

"We'll help you," Zero said firmly. "But we'll need your help in return. We're being hunted by a powerful enemy, and we need a safe place to hide."

The old man nodded. "Agreed. We'll do what we can to help you. But be warned, these raiders are not ordinary bandits. They are led by a powerful warlord, and he will not give up easily."

Zero and Rai exchanged another look. They knew they were in for a tough fight, but they were ready. Zero had faced his brother in battle, and nothing could scare them now.

As they set out to face the raiders, Zero couldn't help but feel a sense of purpose. Maybe this was what he had been searching for all along - a chance to make a difference, to protect those who couldn't protect themselves.

He gripped his katana tightly and charged forward, ready to face whatever lay ahead.