The Last Survivor Of East

The Start Of His Journey

The cold mountain air bit into Kayden's skin as he returned from the village, a small sack of provisions slung over his shoulder. He had been training with Revil for over five weeks now, hidden away from the mercenaries that Timly relentlessly sent after him. The nearby village, Kiri, had become a lifeline for him, and a young girl named Martha often supplied him with food. Her innocence and kindness reminded him of his family , and he grew to admire her deeply.

One day, as Kayden approached the village, he noticed a commotion outside the bar. He quickened his pace and saw a group of bandits harassing the bar owner, their voices loud and threatening. Kayden was about to continue on his way, preferring to avoid unnecessary conflict, but then he saw something that made his blood run cold—one of the bandits was holding Martha hostage, a knife pressed against her neck.

Kayden's heart pounded in his chest. He couldn't stand by and do nothing. He pulled up the hood of his robe, masking his face, and stepped forward with a determined stride. The bar fell silent as he entered, all eyes turning to the mysterious newcomer.

"Who the hell are you?" one of the bandits snarled, stepping in front of Kayden. "Give us everything you have or else!"

Kayden remained silent, his eyes fixed on the bandit holding Martha. Without warning, he disappeared from sight, reappearing behind the bandit in an instant. Before the man could react, Kayden struck him down with a swift, precise blow, sending him crumpling to the floor.

Gasps of shock filled the room. The leader of the bandits, a burly man with a scar across his face, shouted, "What are you waiting for? Kill him!"

The bandits charged at Kayden, weapons drawn. Kayden moved with fluid grace, evading their attacks with ease. He closed the distance between himself and the leader, grabbing him by the face and slamming him to the ground with one hand. The impact reverberated through the room.

Kayden's movements were a blur as he took down the remaining bandits one by one. He ducked and weaved, his fists and feet striking with deadly precision. Each bandit fell under his relentless assault, their groans of pain echoing through the bar.

One of the bandits, seeing his comrades defeated, turned and fled. Kayden didn't notice, his focus entirely on Martha. He knelt beside her, his voice gentle. "It's over. You're safe now."

Martha's eyes filled with tears as she clung to him, her small body shaking with sobs. "Thank you,Big Brother " she whispered, her voice trembling. "I was so scared."

Kayden hugged her tightly, his heart aching for the pain she had endured. "You're safe now," he repeated, his voice firm. He handed her over to her father, the bar owner, who thanked him profusely.

As Kayden made his way back to the mountains, his thoughts were heavy. Revil would not be pleased with his actions. When he arrived at their hidden camp, Revil was waiting, his expression stern.

"You can't afford to draw attention to yourself," Revil said, his voice cold. "We're in hiding for a reason."

Kayden clenched his fists. "I couldn't just stand by and let them hurt her."

Revil sighed, his gaze softening slightly. "I understand. But you need to be more careful. Every move you make could lead them to us."

Kayden nodded, his resolve hardening. "I won't let them find us. I promise."

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In a grand hall filled with opulence, the Reason  of Kethril’s destruction, Sir Ethelmere, mingled among the elite. His laughter echoed, blending with the soft clink of goblets and the murmur of aristocratic chatter.