[The Kingdom of Luminara - City Centre. Nightfall approaches. A city now in flames as civil war slowly erupts from within. Former knights and guardsmen clash throughout as innocent bystanders flee and evacuate their homes. Cries of panic erupt throughout the chaos, nowhere is safe. Enter Nightveil with her back turned away. She is wearing a cloak and is wielding an elvish blade in both her hands]
[Nightveil walks calmly through the streets as a crowd of innocent civilians begin to rush towards her direction. The crowd is being escorted by knights and is full of elderly folk, women and children]
Luminarian Knight Escort: Remain calm! stay close to me and hold onto your little ones!
[The Luminarian Knight Escort stops in front of Nightveil, his hand placed cautiously on his sword]
Luminarian Knight Escort: These are our most vulnerable. Regardless of our sides let us agree they do not need to bear the burden of war.
[Without hesitation, Nightveil beheads the Luminarian Knight Escort with a single strike, sending the crowd into a panic. As the vulnerable citizens begin to flee, she begins to cut them down indiscriminantly. Slaughtering them as if they were nothing but livestock]
[In a quick flash, the scene now changes to a small alleyway. A woman cowers on the floor, gripping her newborn in a small cloth. Enter Nightveil, her back still to the stage as she approaches, her dark hood and elvish blades stained with blood]
Luminarian Mother: Please! we didn't want any of this! he's only a baby! don't hurt us.
[Nightveil approaches, using the tip of one of her blades to slowly unravel the cloth. She looks at the Elvish mother, then down at the child, a half-breed without prominent elven features]
Luminarian Mother: [cries and screams] NO DON'T!
[The blade pierces forwards towards the newborn child. A quick flash occurs yet again. Enter Nightveil as she stands with her back turned to the stage. In front of her lies the entrance to the Grand Cathedral, engulfed by the fires of war]
[Nightveil stares onwards in complete silence, watching as the kingdom collapses in a single day. As she lowers her hood, her hair appears to be short and black, unlike her previous appearance. As she turns around, it is slowly revealed to be Clyde Arrowny in her place]
[Enter Clyde Arrowny. He is in a small hut, resting on a small wooden frame that makes a bed. The bedding consists of straw and he wakes up from a terrible nightmare, a cold sweat washes over him as he breathes heavily]
Samurai: Thou hast awakened, good. Bad dream?
Clyde Arrowny: You could say that, it felt so real, like a vision. [pauses] I'm surprised you didn't just assume I was one of them as well.
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Solitara (Twisted Roots Midquel)
FantasyAs Alessandra and Clyde part ways, she is now left under the care of the Duhsh Elves while he continues on the path of vengeance. The story of what happened in the seven year absence until their next fated meeting remained unknown, until now.
